Part 24: Jenna's Point of View "Jenna, this is Kurt. Kurt, Jenna." Mason introduced me to another person. I just wanted to chill. "Hi." I smiled at the guy named Kurt. He nodded at me. Like a sup nod. I turned back to Mason. "I'm going to go get a drink." He flashed me a smile and pointed to a bar. His lips leaned closer to my ears so I could hear him over the loud music. "There are sodas there too. I know you don't drink." I nodded. "Thank you." "Damn dude! She's HOT!" I heard Kurt yell over the music. I could sense a smirk forming on Mason's face. I went to a bar and grabbed a coke. There were so many people here, I didn't even know what to do. I didn't know anyone except the random people Mason kept introducing me to. My eyes traveled around the room until they landed on Mason. He was standing in a group with a bunch of girls. I could tell he was thinking about which one's pants he wanted to get in. The sick part is that he could probably have his way with anyone in the room. Mason Parker is the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Except he is drop dead gorgeous. And incredibly sexy. Before I knew it, I was standing right beside Mason. He had a beer in one hand, and his other was helping him lean against the counter. "YO, WE'RE GOING TO THE BASEMENT!" Someone called over the microphone. Mason's eyes glanced at me. As if asking if I wanted to go. I shrugged which caused him to smile. He held his hand out to me, which I gladly took. Our fingers laced together as we walked downstairs. Everyone was gathered in a circle. Mason sat on one side, with all the guys, and I sat on the other, with the girls. I recognized a few girls from my school, but I wasn't friends with anyone there. "Alright. We're going to play three minutes in heaven. Everyone know how to play, right?" The guy speaking took an empty beer bottle and placed it in the middle of the circle. "We'll alternate. Boys and girls. Whichever boy or girl, the bottle lands on, gets to choose another boy or girl to take into the closet. For three minutes they can do whatever they want. You can decline if you want to. But no one likes a pansy." He smirked. "Any questions?" Everyone shook their heads and cheered, starting the game. People came out with their hair all messed up, like sex hair. I have to admit, the game was slightly amusing. No one got tired of it. "All right. Who's next?" The guy smiled deviously. "A guy of course because Nicole just went." His hand reached out and spun the bottle. It landed right on Mason. But he wasn't paying attention. He was talking to one of the guys on the other side, I think his name was Jonas? "Oooooh." All the guys chorused when they saw it landed on him. They were probably wondering which girl he would choose, since he could probably get any girl he would ever want. His dark eyes shot up, questioning what everyone was talking about. "What? Oh, I'm not playing." All of the guys booed and pushed Mason into the circle. "Okay." He chuckled. "I guess I am playing. Wait." He stopped walking. "I'm supposed to choose any one to take into the closet, right?" All of the guys nodded. "All right then." He answered as a wide smirk spread across his face. He walked around the circle and watched in amusement as all of the girls began fixing their hair, putting gum in their mouths. I sat and laughed quietly to myself at how dumb they all were. A pair of feet stopped in front of me. A new pair of Michael Jordans, shiny blue ones, sat in front of me. My eyes traveled up to meet Mason, and his extended hand. His face had a look of amusement on it, an obvious smirk plastered onto his face. His black eyes were sparkling with delight. "Come on sophomore. Let's do this."
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