Lola
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I froze the moment our eyes locked, my heart thudding loudly into my ears.
Mason sauntered in, greeting my mother as he opened the fridge. But just like in school, his eyes didn't even drift towards me. For a moment, I wondered if I was invisible.
Although I didn’t expect anything from him, my chest tightened.
He opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water for me, tossing it to the boys who caught it halfway across the kitchen.
My eyes followed his movements, the way he snapped the bottle open, his Adam’s apple that bobbed as he chugged down the water, the sweat that trickled down his perfect face.
Seems like they came back from the gym as he wore a sleeveless shirt, exposing his toned muscles.
I shouldn’t be staring. I should ignore him just as he ignored me. But I
