Chapter 8: Chatting with Mason.

I sit in a huddled up ball, with my face in my hands. Im in runners and a dress, thats to revealing and out there for someone whos just running on a track. I must look like a total idiot. At this very moment though I don't care, as I hear Mason running up behind me. Im a total mess and he is so gorgeous but so what if he see's me like this. Why make a good impression? Its not like I can look at guys anyway, because I'll soon be forced to marry a guy I can't stand, so there's no more looking for me anyway. 

All of a sudden, I feel, what im guessing, is Mason softly rubbing his hand on my shoulder. That knocks me straight out of my thoughts, and it sends a heatwave through my body. Im shocked by that. I realize im still sobbing, and I know I said to myself I didn't care if he saw me like this, but now that he has, Im so taking that back. I flinch at his touch, and if I wasn't covering my face he would see my red hot cheeks flushing with embarrassment, with the fact that he is seeing me like this. 

"Hey, are you ok"? I hear him whisper. A chill runs up my spine, just hearing his husky voice in my ear, and for a minute im breathless.

I then feel his hand tugging at mine, and I wonder what he is trying to do. "Look at me." He whispers.

I hold my hand closer to my face not wanting him to see my tears. I finally find my voice as I whisper back. "Im not usually this pathetic you know?"

He moves my hands away from my face, then cups my face in his hands, getting me to look at him. My heart is now melting and I barly even know this guy, these feelings im getting are creeping me out. I can't bring myself to pull away from him as he looks into my tear soaked eyes. "You are not pathetic because you are clearly really depressed, it just makes you human." He says with a smile. "wanna talk about it.?" He ask's.

I wipe my tears away as he uncups my face. I then whisper "I don't like to be seen like this, makes me look like a weak little prissy princess, and im stronger then that."

"Im sure you are strong." He says with a smile. "Although even strong people are allowed to cry once in awhile, everyone has emotions and thats fine. By the way you are a Princess though, are you not.?" He questions. 

"Wish I wasn't." I reply. 

"Wow never heard any princess ever say that before." He replies in shock. "Why don't you like it.? You get everything handed to you on a silver platter don't have to work for anything, sounds like a decent life to me. 

"Thats just it, I don't want everything handed to me, I wan't to work for things to earn them. I want to dress how I want, not in prissy over the top dresses its not me." I take a breath before I go on. Most of all though I want to find real love myself, not have my perents decide on who I have to spend the rest of my life with, its just not fair. I finish.

"Im guessing this dress wasn't what you had in mind to wear today then." He says looking at me up and down. 

I blush, knowing just how revealing this dress is, and right now I want to kill my mother.

I didn't plan on wearing shoes and a dress at all, I ran out of the house forgeting what I had been forced to wear, and I hadn't changed my shoes yet, those where my choice."

He laughs. Im glad you wouldn't wear somthing that revealing and that you have more class then that. 

I blush again, knowing he can see allot and I feel a little uncomfortable. 

"Sorry I get the sence its way to much cleavage for you, and you feel uncomfortable with me seeing that." He says, as he actually blushes. "If it helps you look amazing in it." He blushes even more, as he looks away.

The fact that he is nervous and embaressed to, puts me at ease a little and I giggle. "Its fine, and thank you." I reply.

"You are more than welcome." He replies with a smile. 

I try changing the subject as he helps me up. So why do you work for my b***h of a mother? I ask as he pulls me to my feet, anything is better than working for her right. 

"Trust me its hell working for her he replies with a frown but she is rich so she pays top dollar. No place I could find would ever pay me half as much. I really need the money." He finishes with a frown. 

"Why is the house to expensive.?" I ask. 

No I afford my house quite easily, even with a normal job I would live ok." He replies. "Its just my mother." He says looking down, and leaving his sentence unfinished. 

"What about you're mother.?" I ask curiously.

"She's very sick." he frowns. "Very very sick. She has a rare deadly virus inside her, that could kill her. Its all coming together and forming something that isn't a tumor but looks like one inside her stomach. They need to remove it and the virus should stop, then she could be ok. Although the opperation is a s**t load of money that no one in the family has." he finish's as a tear runs down his face, and I can tell that he is extreamly close to his mother."

"wow I am so so sorry to hear that." I reply, as I look up at him. How much money is it for the opperation. 

"Ten thousand dollars." He replies with a sigh. I only have three thousand saved, and the doctors say...." He chocks up and he can't seem to finish what he was saying, my heart goes out to him. He turns away from me.  "Sorry he replies its really hard for me to talk about." 

My instant reaction is to comfort him, I go behind him and put my hand on his, which causes my heart to skip a million miles an hour. He pulls his hand away quickly, and I'm actuality hurt by that. 

He turns around blushing. "Sorry I guess I'm like you, I don't like you seeing me so vulnerable. Sorry for pulling away, its not that I don't like your comfort, I just feel weak and unmanly, Im fine."

You're not fine I reply as I put my hand on his once again, which is perfectly understandable, that must be hard on you. 

"His face softens as he looks up at me, yes its hard on the whole family." 

"I get so angry because my mother keeps all her money hidden away, and uses it on crap. My perents should be using there wealth to do good things, like helping save people like you're mother. It just makes me so mad." I exclaim.

"You are a good person with such a big heart, I don't need to talk to you that long to know that. I also think you deserve better parents." Mason replies. 

"Awww thank you." I reply with a smile, I try.

"You don't need to." He says smiling back. 

"So you never answered my question before. He exclaims. 

"Refresh my mind." I reply. "What question."

"When I asked If you wanted to talk." He responds. 

"But we are talking aren't we.?" I reply sarcastically, even though I know what he means.

"I mean about why you are out here, and what was wrong." He says shaking his head. 

"I'm just sick of my mother and father, telling me how to dress, being told that I'm ungrateful for the life I have been given, being told what to do, where to go and who to marry." I reply. "I just can't take them running my life, I wish I was free to make my own decisions like you, you are lucky in that way."

"I know, that must be extremely hard." He responds. You truly seem unhappy with your life. You should be allowed to build yourself the life you want, one you will enjoy. After 

all you only live once right.?"

"Right." I respond. "If only it where that easy."

"So do you know how to get back to the palace or are you lost?, I have to go to work soon. I'm on break, and as you know I work there. I could drop you off." He offers.

"Well as much as I don't want to go back, I don't think I have much of a choice do I.?" I respond.

"Unfortunately, we all have to get back to reality eventually." Mason responds. 

"By the way I'm mason in case you didn't know." He says with a heart melting smile. "I can't believe I didn't ask you for you're name." 

"I'm Lydia." I reply smiling back. 

"Iv never liked that name." He responds with a serious face. 

I'm shocked and kind of hurt as I ask. "Really?"

He laughs. "No Lydia is a beautiful name, Im joking, wanted to see what you're reaction would be." He says with a smirk. "You should have seen you're face. 

"Thats mean." I giggle. "You are a cruel man."

He leads me to his car and opens my door. "Ladies first he says." 

"Awww thank you." I say as I look his car up and down, and screw my face up. 

"What.?" He asks? "Why the face.?"

"Well this will have to do then." I say allowed. 

"What will? What are you talking about.?" He asks clulessly.

"The car I respond."

"You don't like my beast.?" He replies.

"It still runs.?" I ask. Ignoring the question. 

"Hey this is vintage." He replies. One of a kind, a beauty this one."

"If thats what you call it." I say with a cough." 

"Well then you can just walk back then." He replies with a smirk. 

"Maybe I will." I say grinning back at him. "Ill probably get back before you do."

"Hey don't be smart. He says smiling at me. "You and I both know you don't know the way."

"No no I don't." I admit.

"Thats, what I thought."  He says with a grin, as he closes my door. "Now no more bagging my car, she's getting you back home after all."

"Is she.?" I respond. "Will she."

He shakes his head at me as he starts the car up. "Yes she will he replies, shes got plenty years left in her trust me."

"Sure." I respond as I lean back and wait to be taken back to my own personal hell. "Sure"

 

Author's Note

Mason is in this pic

Reviews

[Penny]

Coming out really well. Nice to see them finally interacting. Curious to read more

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Thanks Penny so glad you like the story :)

[Penny]

My pleasure completely.

[melissa]

You did amazing job writing this book keep up the great work i can't wait to read more

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Thank you :) glad you are enjoying it :)

[melissa]

You're welcome