My Bully's Love - Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Something happened the night that Jace came to my room. I’m not quite sure what it was, or what caused it, but he hasn’t bothered me in over a month. Our eyes will meet in the halls at school, but it’s as if he is looking right through me, and not seeing me at all. No more being shoved against lockers, or tripped in the halls. There are no more punishments in the Art room during last period; those are what I miss. I try thinking back to that night, when his hands touched, and caressed me; where they filled me with a desire that I have never felt before. I had sworn to put on a show for him that night, because it’s what he had wanted, but in the end, there was no acting on my end. He had succeeded in taking what he was wanting from me; he knew I would deliver like the good girl that I am, and he was so right.
I watch him when nobody else is looking, and he is the same guy around everyone else; it’s just me. I’m not sure what is worse, him bullying me, or him ignoring me completely. At least when he bullied me, I still felt like a person, like someone who was still thought of, even if it was just to torture me. Aside from Jace ignoring me, nothing else has changed with the rest of my classmates…or so I thought.
I’m just sitting down to eat lunch in my own little corner, away from the rest of the student body, I sense a presence behind me. My eyes roam the cafeteria before I dare to look to see who it is. There are a few students staring in my direction with stunned expressions. Whoever is behind me must be a big deal, if other students are finding it surprising. I turn slightly, peeking over my shoulder. A face that I see on a daily basis, but never interact with, is gazing down at me with a slight grin.
“Hey, Ella. It’s been a long time.”
I’m momentarily speechless. Mason Baker stands in front of me with his hands in his pockets, looking a tad uncomfortable, but still grinning, “Hey, Mason.” I turn back around and pretend to be interested in my lunch. What else am I supposed to do? It’s been two whole years since Mason last talked to me, just like everyone else. Why is he choosing now to come talk to me?
“Do you mind if I sit down?”
I shrug, “Sit wherever you like.”
Mason is a lineman on our football team, so he’s pretty big, muscular-wise, and when he sits beside me, I feel the table lift a little bit. He has no food with him, and I’m pretty sure that this isn’t his lunch period, but here he is anyway, bothering me. I really feel no need to talk to anybody in this school since they all shunned me, Mason included. I shuffle around my pasta salad on my plate before bringing the fork to my mouth to take a bite, trying to ignore the guy beside me.
“So, how have you been, Ella?” If he’s noticed my lack of interest of him sitting with me, he doesn’t show it, as he continues to ask questions, “Why don’t I ever see you around town anymore?” He makes it sound like I’ve been unsociable, forgetting the fact that everybody turned their backs on me, including the Baker twins.
His questions are annoying, so I just stop him before he can ask anything thing else, “What is it that you want, Mason?” Annoyance laces my voice, and he flinches.
“I’m sorry, I was just trying to make conversation, Ella.” He actually looks a little sheepish when he answers me, making me want to bite back my snarky comments, but I can’t.
“Oh, it took you two years to come over and ask me? I’ve been around, but you all,” I point around the room, “chose to not acknowledge me.”
Mason’s face reddens a little, and he looks away for a moment. When he turns to face me again, there’s a look that can almost pass as apologetic, “I’m know, I was a douche bag, along with everyone else, but I wanted to make amends. You didn’t deserve any of it, and if it weren’t for Jace, then we…”
Hearing my bully’s name has me holding my hand up, and cutting Mason off, “What about Jace? Do you know why he stopped being my friend, or how he got the whole school to shun me?”
He’s quick to answer, which only brings me to the assumption that there is more to this whole thing, but I sit and listen anyway. I don’t trust anybody at this point, but at least Mason is putting forth effort to try and make amends.
“I don’t think anybody knows for sure, but I do remember a rumor going around that you stabbed him in the back, or something. As for how he got the whole school to turn on you, I can't answer that, but with me, he had pulled me aside and told me that you had told him everything from that night of the party and that if he ever saw me even talking to you that he would make me disappear because he has friends that can make it happen,” he sighs, “You have to remember that we had just moved here, and I didn’t think a girl was worth that kind of trouble, so I ignored you. I’m sorry, Ella.”
I don’t utter a word as I contemplate everything he’s telling me. On one hand, I believe what he is saying, but on the other hand, why would Jace threaten him like that if Jace no longer wanted anything to do with me, and he didn’t know anyone at that time who could ‘get rid of’ people. I’m not sure what to believe, but I have to admit that it’s nice to have someone other than my sister to talk to at school.
“Please forgive me, Ella. I’d like to start over, if you do.” Mason pleads with cute little puppy dog eyes.
Rolling my eyes, I hope that I don’t end up regretting this, but I give him a small smile, “I can’t say that I’ll forgive you, Mason, but I can at least give you a chance to make it up to me and prove that you truly are sorry.”
I’m graced with a really big smile that shows of his pearly white teeth, “Thank you, Ella! I promise that I will make it up to you! How about I buy you a coffee after school?”
I laugh at how excited I just made the big guy beside me, “Don’t you have football practice after school?”
“Oh shit, that’s right!” He thinks for a moment before snapping his fingers, “I’ve got it! How about I pick you up after supper and I’ll take you to go get a blizzard, or whatever ice cream you like?”
“Well,” I’m still a little skeptical, and I do remember what happened the last time I was in his vehicle, “As long as you promise to keep your hands to yourself…and you are aware that this is not a date!” I say pointedly, lifting a brow.
His lifts both of his hands, “I promise! This is completely platonic, Ella.”
“Okay, pick me up at my house about seven,” I go to turn back to my food, but I give him a warning first, “And don’t make me regret giving you another chance, Mason!”
“I pinky swear that I will be on my best behavior.” He holds his pinky out and waits for me to grab it with mine. I roll my eyes and give in to the childish way of promising. He swipes his dark brown hair away from his eyes, so I can see the twinkle in his brown orbs before he stands up, “I’ll see you at seven then, and I won’t be late!” He calls out as he walks away, catching the attention of pretty much the whole cafeteria. Gasps can be heard, and jaw drops can be seen as everyone stares between the two of us. I glare at a few students before dropping my head and finishing my lunch.