Fallen Crest Family (Fallen Crest High #2)(68)
"What's wrong?"
"I saw my dad."
"Garrett?" His eyebrows shot up.
"No." I shook my head. I was in a daze. "David. I saw him and…I don't care anymore."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
I swallowed over a ball in my throat and turned to him. Everything seemed clearer now. "I thought that all I cared about was why he left me, why he wasn't trying to see me, and now I know that he was waiting. He was scared of what my mom would do."
He snorted. "Bat shit crazy."
"He wants to have dinner with me next weekend for my birthday."
"He does?"
I nodded, tearing up. Why was I crying now? "I can see my dad again, but I don't want to anymore."
Mason sighed and reached for my hand. He enveloped it in his strong hold and squeezed. "Things have changed, Sam. You're not living under your mom's thumb anymore. You don't have to be so scared anymore. You might care tomorrow."
"If I don't?"
He shrugged. "Then you don't. It's your life. You live it how you want. No matter the reasons, your dad screwed up. He stayed away. He shouldn't have. He didn't protect you."
"He didn't, did he?"
"No." His voice had a rough edge.
"Thank you."
"For what?" He narrowed his eyes as he frowned.
"For protecting me."
Mason smirked. "I didn't protect you."
"You didn't?"
He shook his head and leaned close. Then he whispered, his breath caressing my skin, "You protected me."
"I did, didn't I? I'm always protecting you." A smile came over me. As I looked up into his eyes, my heart constricted with love.
His grin widened. "Yeah, you do. That's what family does." Then his lips were on mine and nothing mattered besides that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
It was the last Friday before school started again. When Mason and I got to the mansion, Logan and Nate were there with a few of their friends. I relaxed when I saw it was the guys from their school. I had only ever really interacted with Ethan before, but I was starting to recognize a few of the others. Strauss was one of them. He wore tight cowboy jeans with a big belt buckle and cowboy boots. I wasn't sure if his name was a nickname or his real name. I never asked.
They all gave us friendly nods, but Logan was the first one to reach us. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground. "I did you a favor. Ask me what the favor was. Ask me! Come on!"
When he set me back down, I grinned. "What favor did you do for me?"
"I got your shift covered at Manny's!" He was so pleased with himself.
"What?"
"Yeah." He gestured to Nate, who came over and clapped a hand on Mason's shoulder in greeting. "We went to Manny's and asked who could cover for you tonight."
"Why?" My heart skipped a few beats. What had Heather said?
"Because we're having a huge party tonight. And I want you to be a part of it." He threw an arm around my shoulder and pressed me to his side. He bent close; the booze on his breath was strong. "So that Rosa chick said she'd fill in. And I invited all your friends to the party. They're coming after their shifts."
"Heather's coming?" She was the only one I wanted, but I doubted she would. She was too close to the Roussou side—and I remembered my brush with the Broudou siblings. I still hadn't told Mason about it. That was a conversation I wasn't eager to start. I didn't know how he would react, him or Logan.
Logan's grin slipped a bit. "Not sure about Jax. You know she runs with Channing."
Oh yeah. He knew.
Mason touched my hand and gestured upstairs. "I'm going to go shower." His eyes held the rest of his question if I was coming.
I nodded and followed.
It was after we had showered and were getting dressed that he brought Heather back up. He was in the closet with only a pair of jeans on, and as he was choosing which shirt he wanted, he said over his shoulder, "You like that girl, huh?"
I paused in my own dressing. I was wearing skintight black jeans that looked more like leggings and had finished pulling a sleeveless black shirt on. I tugged it around my waist and drew a deep breath. Here it was, the moment. "Yeah. I do."
He turned with a shirt in hand, but he made no move to put it on. He stared at me, long and hard. "She's Roussou territory, Sam. She's with Channing. He's a big player over there."
"But he's not the only one."
He narrowed his eyes. "No, he's not, but Jax has always been friends with that group. She's not going to change."
I sighed, "I like her." I needed a friend when I went to their school. Mason and Logan could only help me so far.
"She likes you. I know that. I've seen it, but I'm just preparing you. She's not going to start coming to our parties. Jax is fine by herself, but not the group she runs with."
What was this? A Jax intervention? I grumbled, "Why's she friends with them anyway? Why isn't she friends with you guys like all the normal girls at your school?"
"Do you know Jax? She's not a normal girl." Mason snorted before he pulled his shirt on in two movements. It fit perfectly over his chest, highlighting his muscular shoulders and trim waist. I couldn't stop myself from watching how his stomach muscles rippled and clenched. Even now, after we'd been together a record number of times over the last 24 hours, I still wanted him. The throbbing started between my legs again.