Chapter 1: Blondie

Mason's POV

Why does Monday have to come sooner? 

Who made it so that weekends only lasts two days? 

Why can't it be like three or four days? 

Why can't the whole week be a weekend? 

These are questions that's been bombarding my hung-over mind as I took my time to leisurely stroll the school hallway. I take occasional stops and lean in the lockers that's littered in the hall to support myself and wait for my headache to tone down. 

I mentally took a note to never drink alcohol as much as I did last night. 

There I was in the hallway; minding my own business when I someone bumped into me. One thing about people recovering from hung-over is that they're extremely irritable. 

In my hung-over state of mind. I caught glimpse of a girl with golden locks, the culprit. 

"Watch where you're going Blondie."

"Sorry." She muttered.

Seems I'm not the only one running late today. She collected her things and tried to move past me. 

I couldn't just let her get away. 

I mean, we're already late. Might as well own up to it and have a little fun. 

With every attempt she tried to move past me, I blocked her. 

She glared at me.

"What?" I feigned ignorance. 

"Let me through." she gritted.

"Why?" 

"Because I'm late."

"You and me both." 

"What's your problem?" she snapped.

"Well for starters, I'm hung-over. You? What reason do you have for being late this fine morning." 

Come to think of it. I haven't really seen this girl around since today. Is she new? Curiosity got the best of me.  

"Tell you what, tell me your name and I'll let you through." I proposed.

"No. I'm not going to tell you my name."

"Then it's settled. You and I will be stuck in this hallway." I shrugged. 

"Let me through, or else." She threatened.

I snickered.

A feisty one I see.

"Or else what Blondie?" I challenged.

"One last time Let. Me. Through." she gritted.

"Blondie, do I have to repeat myself?" 

Jeez. What an attitude. 

She sighed. "Fine, you've given me no choice." 

"What are yo-" I didn't even get a chance to finish what I'm saying. 

She cut me off by stomping my right foot.

I immediately backed away from her. 

"What the?!" I exclaimed. 

Gone was the hung-over state of mind, irritation took its place. 

Blondie's good.

I clutched my aching foot as I watched Blondie disappear into the hallway. 

******

"Nice of you to grace us with your presence Mr. Carter, and like always you're late. Take a seat." I didn't really care anymore at this point. 

It surprised me to see Blondie in this class. 

The empty seat beside her didn't go unnoticed; though there was a bag on it. It's a no brainer. I smiled sheepishly as I devised a plan in mind. This is payback for what she did in the hallway. 

Blondie looked just as surprised as I am. 

"Sorry, this seat's taken." A hint of sarcasm in her voice. 

"Nice to see you too, Blondie." I pulled the chair beside her. 

"Are you deaf? I said this seat's taken." 

"Really? I don't see anyone." 

"Dude." she scoffed. "Don't you see the bag?" She gestured. 

"Nice try Blondie, but I'm guessing it's yours." 

"What makes you so sure?"

"Wild guess." I shrugged. 

I picked up the bag on the seat and handed it to her. 

"'There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable' could someone elaborate this sentence?" Our teacher asked. Nobody raised their hand so he continued. "You're all teenagers, I'm sure all of have felt this feeling at some point."

From my peripheral vision, I saw Blondie raise her hand. 

"A brave soul... Ms.?" Our teacher trailed off.

"Brooks." she stated. "I think that to us humans, one of the greatest pleasures' in life is-"

"Suck up." I faked a cough. 

She ignored me. 

"doing what people say you cannot do. If we-"

"Know-it all." I continued to fake a cough. I was trying to get a rise from her but she continued to ignore me. 

"want something we can't have. The more it's forbidden, the more we desire it; therefore adding to its appeal."

"Nerd." I coughed up.

"Very well said Ms. Brooks." The teacher praised her. "As for you Mr.Carter, do you have a lump in your throat or did you swallow colorful words that you just cough out when you feel like it?"

"Well, I love English so much I decided to swallow colorful words as you put it." I gestured to him. "That I can't contain it anymore. They need to be released."

The class laughed.

"I don't tolerate mockery in this class, I'll send you out if this happens again. I don't care if your last name's Carter. Understood?"

"Noted teach." I saluted him.

I can see Blondie trying to contain her laughter.

"Psst." I poked her arm. "Do you have anger management issues?"

"Excuse me?" 

"I asked if you have anger management issues. You know... earlier?"

"No."

"Then why'd you stomp my foot?" I whisper asked trying not to draw any attention from the teacher.

She didn't answer. Instead, she looked back to our teacher; Mr. Black, Blue or Brown was his name, why did our teacher has to have a color for his surname? It's confusing. She pretended to listen but I knew better.

"Why'd you stomp my foot?" Still no response. So this is how it's going to be huh? Well, I'm not giving up that easily.

"Hey you Blondie, Why'd you stomped me? Give me an answer, why'd you stomp me?" I tried to sing as discreetly as I could. I sang the words to the tune of Call Me Maybe. Over and over again and I can see she's starting to get annoyed.

"Hey you Blondie, Why'd you stomped me? Give me an answer, why'd yo-"

"Would you please stop it?"  She glared.

"What?" I innocently asked.  

"That singing! It's getting on my nerves."

"Oh, you mean this? Hey you Blondie, Why'd you sto-"

"Yes, that!"

"Then answer my question." I stated. Since she refused to answer me, I continued to annoy her with my singing. "Hey you blond-"

"Okay! Okay! I'll give you an answer just stop with the singing." she huffed. 

"Great." 

"You wouldn't let me through so..." She shrugged.

"I gave you an option, I politely asked for your name. You know what; you seriously have some anger management issues." 

"I don't have anger management issues. You're just annoying."

"Annoying? Me? I wouldn't call my awesome self annoying. Irresistibly charming maybe but not annoying." I smiled sweetly. 

She rolled her eyes at me.

When the bell rang, Blondie hurriedly went out off the room; hastily gathering her things on her way out. 

Tyler walked up to me with a baffled look on his face. 

"Who was that?" he  asked.

"Blondie." I casually said.

"I meant, what's her name?" 

"I'm still working on that."

"Is she new?" he asked.

"Probably," Then it occurred to me. "Hey, you're president of the Student Council. Shouldn't you be the first to now about new students like her?"

"I was busy." he answered. 

"Can look her up for me?"

"Dude, no. You're being creepy." 

"Come on," I pleaded. "With you being  Student Council president and whatnot, it'll be easy. "

"You know I'll pretend this conversation never happened." and with that he took his leave. It sucks that my bestfriend is a moral person sometimes. The shit we could've done if only he gave in. 

I shook my head. 

But that's what's great about him. 

I got distracted by Tyler earlier that I didn't realize the black  iPhone on the desk beside me. 

Well, what do we have here. 

The universe must love me. 

I picked up the phone and checked it. I run a thumb over the sticker on the back of the phone with a word 'Chloe' on it.

I chuckled.

"Hello, Blondie.'

A/N: Welcome to the world of Chloe and Mason! 

Thank you for making the decision to start this book, it means a lot to me.