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Mason Rivera
Before you could say anything, Mason wanted to stop you right fucking there and make a couple things clear. First off, no, he wasn't sweet on fucking Lola or some shit. She was just... hot, yeah, and she didn't make him want to slam his head into a wall, or break someone's fucking face when he was near her. And he also didn't want to just fuck her once and dip like he did with plenty of chicks, but that didn't mean he... had... feelings for her.
He was Mason fucking Rivera, and he'd been bit in the ass enough by trying to have fucking feelings, and he wasn't ready to do it again. He just... enjoyed hanging out with her.
Mason crossed his arms together and rested them on the top of the fence separating them. At least standing here with Lola, he could kind of take a moment to stop feeling the anger that was threatening to boil over, and he could kind of forget just where he was. Yeah, surprise, surprise, but Mason the football captain was not a fan of fucking football. He was only here for a fucking scholarship, as stated many times prior.
"I'm good," he said, shaking his head in response to her offering him food. Playing on an empty stomach was... maybe not better, but it kept him more focused and shit. He laid his head on his crossed arms, a sly smile creeping onto his face as he peered up at Lola's face. "So... excited for tonight?"
What? He had to ask. The fact that she'd agreed to go to the dance with him had been a huge fucking surprise -- only good thing about this whole Homecoming dance shit, since he was running with fucking Valerie, and since Raven was with fucking Chelsea. It all made his blood boil.
"What's your dress look like?" He asked. "I'm gonna look hot as fuck, or... well... hotter than fuck." Yeah, Mason knew he was a good looking dude. Fucking kiss his ass if you thought him having an ego over this was a problem or some shit. Seriously. You could suck his fucking dick -- he knew he was hot.
It was the only thing he was fucking confident about.
"Just gotta... lose Valerie or whatever the fuck after the voting thing," his vague smile downturned into an annoyed frown as he remembered her. Sure, she'd hooked him up with a nice suit, but he didn't really need a nice suit, nor had he wanted to be dragged into this whole fucking petty bullshit.
But hey, it's what happened when you were just so fucking nice that you didn't say no to fucking bitches that needed a hot dude to run alongside them.
He was Mason fucking Rivera, and he'd been bit in the ass enough by trying to have fucking feelings, and he wasn't ready to do it again. He just... enjoyed hanging out with her.
Mason crossed his arms together and rested them on the top of the fence separating them. At least standing here with Lola, he could kind of take a moment to stop feeling the anger that was threatening to boil over, and he could kind of forget just where he was. Yeah, surprise, surprise, but Mason the football captain was not a fan of fucking football. He was only here for a fucking scholarship, as stated many times prior.
"I'm good," he said, shaking his head in response to her offering him food. Playing on an empty stomach was... maybe not better, but it kept him more focused and shit. He laid his head on his crossed arms, a sly smile creeping onto his face as he peered up at Lola's face. "So... excited for tonight?"
What? He had to ask. The fact that she'd agreed to go to the dance with him had been a huge fucking surprise -- only good thing about this whole Homecoming dance shit, since he was running with fucking Valerie, and since Raven was with fucking Chelsea. It all made his blood boil.
"What's your dress look like?" He asked. "I'm gonna look hot as fuck, or... well... hotter than fuck." Yeah, Mason knew he was a good looking dude. Fucking kiss his ass if you thought him having an ego over this was a problem or some shit. Seriously. You could suck his fucking dick -- he knew he was hot.
It was the only thing he was fucking confident about.
"Just gotta... lose Valerie or whatever the fuck after the voting thing," his vague smile downturned into an annoyed frown as he remembered her. Sure, she'd hooked him up with a nice suit, but he didn't really need a nice suit, nor had he wanted to be dragged into this whole fucking petty bullshit.
But hey, it's what happened when you were just so fucking nice that you didn't say no to fucking bitches that needed a hot dude to run alongside them.
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fuck
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football field
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football uniform
fuck
location
football field
outfit
football uniform
playing...
Superman
Superman
by Boyce Avenue
mentions
Raven, Valerie, Chelsea
interactions
Lola
tags
Kitsune2202
Raven, Valerie, Chelsea
interactions
Lola
tags
Kitsune2202