Part 22: Jenna's Point of View He was with her. HER. Why? Why can't I be enough? He ditched me so he could get laid. Are you f*cking kidding me? "Jenna, can I see you?" He waited a few moments. ".. tonight?" I glanced at the clock. "Mason, it's almost 10 on a school night. I can't leave the house." "Please, Jenna." He whispered. "I need to see you." I sighed and searched my brain for an excuse. "You owe me big time." I said. "Meet me at the park in ten minutes." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much." I pulled the phone away from my ear and clicked the end button. Darkness seeped into my room. The only light shone from the moon. I heard my mom and my dad talking, their room was right next to mine, the window was open, I could hear them talking from their balcony. My Dad's words were soft, kind, and filled with love. "Do you remember when I took you to your first Celtics game?" He laughed slightly. "You were so excited to meet everyone. And now, I'm the starting point guard." I could sense a smile on my Dad's face. "You are so beautiful, gave I ever told you that baby?" My mom giggled. Old people can giggle? Shocker. "Almost everyday." She replied softly. "I love you Zach." "I love you Chloe." He whispered back. My feet carried me to the entrance of their door. I knocked a couple of times. Dad opened the door, standing shirtless, in a pair of basketball shorts. It used to creep me out, but then I realized that's just how he is. "Hey angel!" He smiled. "What can I do for you?" I smiled back at him. I had the best parents ever. "I just wanted to let you guys know that I had to run over to Sydney's house. She's having guy troubles.." "Oh no you don't, young lady!" Dad started. Mom came up behind him and hugged him. "Go ahead Jenna. Just be back before 11, please. It's a school night." Dad shot mom an odd glance. "I was 15 once Zach. I know what it's like." She turned back to me. "Ignore your father. He's a dumb boy." Dad's face had a shocked expression on it. "Before 11, Jenna." She said before shutting the door. "This dumb boy is your husband." I heard dad grumble as I walked away. My jacket hung tightly around my shoulders as I shivered swinging back and forth on the swings. I was waiting for Mason. What else is new? "Jenna." I heard from behind me. My head sung around to see Mason's figure, lit by the moonlight. He started walking toward me. "You came." I could tell he was smiling. "I told you I would. I stick to my word Mason." I said. "Yeah. I know you do." I shivered again, he seems to notice. "Here." He said while holding out his jacket. "Take this." A blush crept onto my cheeks. It's a good thing it's dark out, so he can't see my red cheeks. I took it from his hands and put it on over me. "Aren't you going to be cold?" I asked. He shrugged. "Maybe. But I don't care. I'm fine right now." I nodded. "Why did you want to see me?" I was curious. "I'm not sure.." He took a moment to answer. "Can I have a hug?" He asked randomly. "Mason, wh - ?" I started to question. He laughed and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Just shut up and hug me." I felt safe in his arms. They were string and made me feel small. Every girl, even if she denies it, loves being held tightly, and lovingly. Like they're fragile, but like they don't want to let go of them. I took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. A few minutes later, his voice sounded in my ear. "Did you mean what you said earlier? About me being a self-centered, heartbreaking jerk?" Not this again. "Uhm well. I mean, Mason, you kind of are.." I trailed off. "But you're different around me. And I don't know why." He smiled. "I don't know why either. I'm not about to overanalyze it like you are, but you're right. I am all of those things." He shook his head and looked down. "I'm extremely self-centered, and I know that. I'm a jerk, because I don't care about other people's feelings." He sighed. "I've stolen some hearts, and I have broken every single one of them.." My mind began screaming at me to tell him something. But I couldn't get myself to make it happen. Don't steal anymore hearts, Mason. You already have mine.