Part 40: Mason's Point of View I groaned again and got up off of the bed. I needed to talk to Jenna, to fix this. The cold air rushed into my room as I pushed open the door. Jenna was standing in the kitchen with her back to me. "Go away, Mason." She said through gritted teeth. "No. I'm not going anywhere." I replied. Her body whipped around so that she was facing me. Jenna was probably about 10 feet from me right now. I wanted nothing more than to reach my arms out and wrap them around her small frame. "Mason. Please leave me the duck alone." Her jaw was set. Anger radiating from her eyes. "No! What's your problem Jenna?!" I shouted at her. "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEM IS?! I'll ducking tell you what my problem is." Her eyes slightly softened but got hard and angry again. "I LOVE you. I love your name. I love the way you look at me. I love your gorgeous smile, I love the way you walk. I love your beautiful black eyes, I love what you look like when you're asleep. I love the sound of your laugh, to hear your voice brings my heart an indescribable feeling. I love the way I can be having the worst day of my life and seeing you completely changes my mood." She licked her lips and her voice got more soft. "I love how your touch makes me weak in the knees." Her eyes were filled with tears. "That's my problem." I got up from my chair and walked over to her, pulling her into my arms and hugging her tightly while she sobbed into my chest. "Shh." I cooed. "It's going to be okay." I allowed my lips to press against her forehead in a comforting gesture. I was more trying to convince myself, not Jenna, that everything would be okay. "I love you too, Jenna." I whispered into her hair. She seemed to stop everything at that moment. Her breathing, her heartbeat. Everything. "I meant what I said though," I licked my lips. "I can't be your boyfriend. You deserve do much better than me." My hands pulled her face up so she was looking into my eyes. This was going to kill me. "Give Owen a chance. He'll treat you well."