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“I guess my only excuse would be that I would rather offer a stranger a ride home in an effort to prevent anything horrible happening. I don’t want to read in the news the following day about some stupid, childish, pig-headed dick crashing his milliondollar sports car, because he has no morals.” I shrugged.
“Oh, please do tell me what you really think, because I could always use some critiquing on who I really am.” He shook his head then looked away. I sucked in a long deep breath and rolled my eyes feeling bad.
“You’re right. I don’t know you so I shouldn’t judge you.” I apologized. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know if that is noble”—he paused glancing over at me, annoyed, then continued—“Or just plain ignorant.” He shifted in his seat.
“Excuse me? How is that ignorant?” I retorted.
“What if I was a serial killer or rapist? How do your morals help you then?” He scoffed. “You’re pathetic.”
“First of all, who the hell do you think you are?” I shouted angrily.
“I told you—”
“Told me what?” I looked over at him.
“Who I was,” he replied.
“No you didn’t,” I stated.
“Mason,” he smirked.
My cheeks flared red. Even his name was sexy.
“Well Mason, you are way too drunk to try either offense, and second, having morals is not a bad thing. You should try it sometime.” I snapped, my fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly and I pressed the gas pedal down picking up speed. The sooner he’s gone, the better, I thought. His ignorance was unfathomable. When I knew his mother, I didn’t remember her acting unruly, such as him. Unfortunately, I didn’t end the conversation there. “What if you killed someone, huh? Do you want that to haunt you for the rest of your life?” I asked.
“Stop,” he grumbled, eyes still staring out the window.
“No! What if you drove home and you killed a family; mother, father, children? Do you want that on your conscience?” I asked. “Don’t you care about those things?”
“STOP!”
I slammed on the brakes as we approached a red light, I had not realizing how fast I was going, distracted by all the yelling I was doing, at him. I had no right to judge. Then he turned in his seat to look at me.
“How do you know I haven’t already?” he snarled. “I haven’t, but look how quickly you believed it,” he scoffed, and shook his head.
“You leave little
to be desired, Mason.” I replied, pressing my lips thinly. I closed my eyes taking in a few deep breaths, as I patiently waited for the light to turn green. When he didn’t say anything else, I turned up the radio, ending the conversation.
After a mile I turned down Mills road, hanging a right a few blocks before reaching his street, on the left. When I turned down Skyline Road, he reached over and turned the radio down catching me off guard.
“ Drop me off here,” he said, taking off his seatbelt.
“I’ll drop you off at your house,” I replied.
“I don’t know you, and I don’t want to find out that you’re
stalking me,” he stated. I gasped in disbelief at his remark. I slammed on the brakes, causing him to bump his head on the roof of the car. I shook my head, biting my tongue. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him staring at me.
“You’re welcome.” I put the car in park and unlocked the doors. He rubbed his head, and then turned to get out, without even saying thank you.
“You know, you shouldn’t lecture anyone about—” I turned towards him, my face blazing red, “Get out.” I interjected. His lips curved up on the right and I had to look away. He got out of the car and as he passed in front of me, I put the car in drive and squealed off. My anger boiled inside as I thought about Mason and his poor people skills. I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Porter—Foster could bare such a child.
When I got home, I parked the car in the garage, shut off the engine and sat in the dark with my eyes closed. Images of my time with Matt in the forest came back. I wanted badly for it to happen again. Resting my head back, I breathed, thinking only of him. Then the light in the garage turned on, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up to find my mother standing in the doorway, with a worrisome look on her face.
“Lauren?” she called out, bending slightly to get a better look in the car.
