You guys are really gonna hate him in the next post if y'all say he's a jerk now. ; I think so. Maybe, I don't know.
Part 39: Jenna's Point of View I sat there feeling like an idiot. How could I have been so stupid? Thinking Mason might actually go out with me. His eyes were on me again. Those deep black holes drilling a hole into my head. I couldn't look at him though. Not after that. I felt the bed shift and a presence next to me. A light but gentle pressure moved my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Heaven," He said lowly, searching my eyes for any signs. "Why are you upset?" I shook my head and tried to look away. My mind sorts things out on its own. I'll get over this in no time. It's just now me. I don't talk about my problems when I get upset. "Heaven," He sighed. "Please don't do this." I continued to avoid his gaze. "Look at me.." Mason pleaded. I shook my head and looked at the ground. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he got up off the bed again. I watched him as he put his hands behind his head after running them through his hair. Mason's back was to me, so I allowed myself to watch him. "I don't know why you seem so upset about this Jenna." He said after a few minutes. "You kissed me.." I said quietly. "You flirt with me all of the time. You gave me an adorable nickname. It's a little misleading." My words were soft, weak. "Jenna," He's not calling me Heaven. My ears ached to hear him call me that. "I kiss a lot of girls. I flirt with a lot of girls. I may not give them all nicknames, but let's face it, you're the best kisser." His cockiness was making me angry. I wanted nothing more than to be away from him. I can't believe I actually drove 13 hours to see this {insert bad word here}. I can't believe I didn't sleep for a while week because I didn't see him. "Duck you, Mason." I said as I left the room. "Don't talk to me unless it's about your homework." Mason's Point of View I watched as she left the room. I sat down on my bed and put my head in my hands. What the duck did I just do? My entire heart wants Jenna. I want to be able to hold her in my arms. To kiss her whenever I want to. Do nice things for her, because I want to. Not because I have to. I want to be someone she deserves. But I know I can't be that person. I'm always going to be the {insert bad word here} that sleeps with a ton of girls, never has a girlfriend, and can get any girl he wants. I couldn't possibly do that to Jenna. Not my Heaven. She doesn't deserve that. That's why I told her those things. So her feelings for me wouldn't grow larger than they actually are. She'll heal. And then she'll be able to date a guy who can treat her right. Like the angel that she is. That just can't be me. I'll end up hurting her. I can't start a relationship with her knowing that she's just going to be let down. I'm not going to be what she expects. I just can't be. I'm not a knight in shining armor. I'm an {insert bad word here} in jeans and a t-shirt.