“All I want is my burger. I’m starving. What’s taking them so long?” I asked, hoping it would change the subject. My friends liked to bitch about being hungry.
“Dude… McKendrick keeps looking over here at you.” Mike said, slowly trying not to glance back over at their table.
I looked up and shot my eyes over in his direction. Mason was looking over at me. He noticed me looking at him and cocked an eyebrow in my direction and winked with the other eye, a stupid beautiful smile across his face.
I quickly looked away. He was maddening. Why was he even bothering? It wasn’t like he knew me, or we were friends or anything. I met him Saturday, and we said like, maybe five sentences, and it ended with me telling him I thought he was an asshole. He knew exactly what I thought. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe his ego was so large that he couldn’t stand having anyone on this campus think that he wasn’t amazing.
Well, he wasn’t. He was a pompous ass who believed that the jocks on this campus deserved special attention.
No matter how hard my heart beat, or how hard my dick was, it wasn’t hard enough to forget the kind of person he was.
Mason McKendrick was a dick.
