Waves: Chapter 12- I Need Your Help

Waves: Chapter 12- I Need Your Help

OceanGirl101-

Have you ever felt completely lost? Like you life was perfect and then it is suddenly turned upside down? But then when your life changes it is not as bad as you thought. That you realise that your old life had imperfections or wasn't perfect at all? I thought being here was the worst thing in the world. But then since I have been here, I have made friends and memories that I will keep with me forever. However, I still can't help but think back to the time when I was so happy and how it will always be impossible to go back to. Because now that I am here, there are parts of me that are happier than I ever was, even when it comes with a whole lot of unwanted drama. If you had the choice between a somewhat perfect life when rarely, anything went wrong but you always felt like you were missing out on something? Or a life where everything is an out of control mess, but it is all worth it for those truly perfect moments? Before I came here, I thought I would choose my old life over my new one any day. And then I thought maybe I would be happier here. But now I feel like I don't belong in either life. That I don't belong anywhere. Completely alone. I thought I was happy but maybe I was wrong.

I look at my post which has already received comments but I ignore them all. I think I am just confused about everything. It all feels so temporary, but what if it's not? What if he doesn't come back? Am I always going to try and distance myself and stop myself from actually creating a life here to make it easier for when I leave, and then never leave at all. Maybe I need to accept that he may not come back. That I am stuck here for good? With a mother who hates me, and a sister who is practically a stranger?

"What are you doing?" Mason asks, sitting next to me in economics as I shut my laptop.

"Nothing." I shrug.

"So about the other night.." he starts.

"The other night?" I look at him confused.

"You know, Friday? At the party?" I shake my head. "You don't remember, do you?" 

"Remember what?" But as soon as the question leaves my lips the memories come back to me.

Uh, oh. I made out with Mason? Again? And then Layla caught us. Shit. Why do I get myself into these situations?

Before Mason can reply Dean sits down next to me and Mr Terrance follows closely behind to begin the lesson.

"So before we start, I have to let you guys know that class is cancelled on Friday." Mr Terrance announces.

"Cancelled?" I look at Dean confused.

"For Homecoming? Haven't you seen the signs?" He laughs.

"Oh, yeah." I had seen them. I just hadn't thought I would be here this long.

"So are you going?" He asks.

"Nah. I don't really feel like it." I shrug.

"So, Mason..." A girl whose name I forgot says. "Good luck this Friday."

"What are you doing on Friday?" The surf team didn't have a competition or anything as far as I knew.

"The football game. He is on the varsity team." Dean informs me.

"You are? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never asked." Mason replies shrugging.

"So you are on the surf team and the football team?"

"Yup." he responds coldly before he starts paying attention to the lesson.

Well that was weird. Then again Mason is always weird. He is so hot and cold that it is hard to keep up with him and his mood swings.

***

The rest of the week goes by uneventfully and before I know it, it's already Friday which means game day. 

"Woohoo! Go team!" I hear Layla scream along with the other cheerleaders at the game.

"I can't believe you aren't going to Homecoming." Macy whines yet again from next to me at the stands as we watch the game.

I roll my eyes. "I don't want to go. I will be fine at home."

"Maybe I should skip it." She frowns.

"No way! You are going with Ben Harrison. He is hot. Go and have fun without me." I tell her.

"Fine." She sighs. "It won't be the same though." 

"You are going to have an awesome time. Get over it. And I am going to have a brilliant time, at home with Netflix." I tell her, genuinely looking forward to my night of relaxing.

"What about, Dean? Aren't you two hanging out tonight?" she asks curiously. 

"He has a stomach bug or something. Apparently it is contagious and his whole family got it." I shrug.

We go back to watching the end of the game when we suddenly see someone get tackled badly by the opposing team. 

"Oh god." I gasp.

"Who is it?" she stands nervously as we see the guy not moving and the medical team rushing over to him.

My face pales when I see the number on his shirt. "It's Mason." I tell her.

She rushes down to the sides and I follow her to see what is happening but by the time we get there, Mason is already getting back up. It looked really bad. How is he even standing up?

Mason goes over and sits on the sides as the game finishes. As soon as we are allowed to, Macy rushes over to Mason. 

"Are you okay?" she asks, scanning his body for broken bones.

He nods. "I am fine. Just a hard hit, thats all." he shrugs but for some reason I get the feeling that he is hiding something.

"You sure?" she asks again.

"Yeah. Quit worrying. You are worse than mum." he jokes trying to lighten the mood.

"You are lucky that is just me here and that mum and dad took Maya to grandma's for the weekend or she would be sending you off to hospital right now." She points out.

"Good point." He says. "I am gonna shower. See you at the house, later." He tells us before going off to the changing rooms.

"I worry about that boy sometimes." Macy says.

"Me too." I say so softly that she doesn't hear me.

***

I am sitting in my room, enjoying my binge watch of Pretty Little Liars when my phone rings confusing the hell out of me. Everyone I know is at the dance and Dean already texted me telling me he was going to bed, hours ago.

It is an unrecognised number but I answer anyway. 

"Hello?"

"Lana? It's me. Mason." I recognise his voice instantly. But why was he calling me? He should probably be drunk at the hotel where everyone was staying.

"What do you want?" I ask, irritated that he was interrupting my Netflix marathon.

"I need you help." He says in a slightly desperate voice.

"What is it?" This time I ask more seriously, knowing he wouldn't call me if it wasn't important.

"I will tell you when you get here. I need you to come to the house." He tells me.

"Why aren't you at the dance?"

"I will explain later. Just come." he pauses. "Please?"

"I'm on my way."