Leah and Mason

Chapter One

Chapter One

  I walked into History, tired from the week that passed, but excited that I had one class between now and freedom. By the time I entered the classroom everyone was sat in their seat retrieving their pens and copies from their bags. I sat in my usual seat, second row, first seat on the left right by the door. I wasn’t sitting long before Mr. Matthews entered the room.

‘I have some exciting news class’ he began in a chipper tone ‘it is project time.’

On that note the whole class groaned. ‘This project is worth 60% of your final grade. The project is based on wars. You can choose any war in any country, and will be presented in booklet form.

‘Sir, is this an independent project?’ Cathy Hale, the miss-know-it-all of the class asked.

‘No, it’s not. It will be done in pairs, and it you will chose your parents name out of a hat.’ He informed us.

I prayed I was paired with someone smart because 60% is a massive percentage and I was desperate to pass this class. It was my turn; I picked a piece of paper out, opened out the piece of paper and read aloud the name ‘Mason Scott’.

Mason played the guitar in his band ‘98’, majority of girls would throw themselves at  him, but he  always seemed to brush them off. I didn’t know much about his academic ability, as he doesn’t seem to care much about school but that could because it may damage his reputation but I don’t want to stereotype him either.

When everyone was paired off, we were told the project was due four weeks from today and we were able to spend the rest of class discussing the project. Mason found his way over to me and sat on the table facing me.

‘So, what war are we going to do? World War One? Mason asked eagerly.

‘Emm, no that’s too obvious, loads of people are going to do that one.’ I replied.

We sat in silence for a while, thinking when it came to me all of a sudden.

‘The Irish War of Interdependence.’ I contributed.

‘Why that one? We haven’t learned about it, I don’t think it’s even in the syllabus.’ Mason informed me.

‘I doubt anyone else would do it, so we might get originality marks and my great grandfather fought in it, I know the basic story of it and my grandpa could help us.’

‘Ok, yeah why not.’ He began ‘are you free tonight we could start then?’

I will admit my surprise that he so eager to start, he gave off the ‘I’ll do it at the last minute’ vibe.

‘Why do you want to start so soon, it’s not due for another month’ I quizzed him.

‘I prefer to get them done as soon as possible, so we’re not rushing it. So are you free?’ he asked once again.

‘No I’m not, sorry.’ I apolagised, ‘You can come over Sunday though, is 3 o’clock ok? I asked.

He accepted the offer, and asked where I lived, which was a bit creepy, Mason Scott as and I barely spoke to each other, now I’m inviting him over to my house. We began to make small talk until class finished, he even added his disbelief that I was half Irish, and I was too tall to be Irish, remarking to the leprechaun stereotype.

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 I sat on the floor with my best friend, Sarah stretching our legs before my dance class started. As I recalled to Sarah about my encounter with Mason her big brown eyes lit up, and her mouth dropped.

‘Oh my God!’ she gasped ‘He is so hot, I’m so jealous of you!’

‘He’s not that hot.’ I lied.

Sarah was right he was hot, really hot blonde hair that was always perfect and blues eyes paired a cheeky grin, but I didn’t want to give in and kiss the ground he walked on like other girls. Sarah gave me a disapproving look, she knew I found him attractive. I quickly added that he was coming over Sunday; her face froze as she struggled to let words leave her mouth, after a moment of two she mouthed ‘Mason Scott is going to your house’ to me, I chuckled. Our conversation came to an abrupt end as we were called to floor to begin class, as we took our usual place in the front row  I heard her whisper quietly ‘I’d love to be you right now’.