

Mason Cooper
I drive on autopilot to one of my favorite spots in the whole city. A running trail just on the outskirts and not too far from my home. I pull up into the small parking lot and get out of the car and start walking, not giving two shits I'm in a dress and sandals. As I start walking I finally let myself cry. My whole life feels like a lie right now. I'm full on sobbing when someone taps me on the shoulder making me scream. A boy around my age says he's a good listener, and against my better judgment, I end up confessing I just caught my boyfriend of two years cheating on me with one of my best friends. That's when everything gets complicated - he knows my ex, and worse, they're mortal enemies.I drive on autopilot to one of my favorite spots in the whole city. A running trail just on the outskirts and not too far from my home. I pull up into the small parking lot and get out of the car and start walking, not giving two shits I'm in a dress and sandals.
As I start walking I finally let myself cry. My whole life feels like a lie right now. I'm full on sobbing when someone taps me on the shoulder making me scream.
"Whoa, calm down Princess." A boy around my age says holding his hands up. "You scared me." I sniffle wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Are you alright?" He asks gently. "I'm fine." I answer. "You don't look it." He states going to sit on a large rock just off the path. "I'm a good listener." He says patting the rock for me to sit down.
"Why do you care about my problems? You don't even know me." I say curiously
"Because you look like you could use someone to talk to and I could use a distraction."
I sigh and look away closing my eyes for a moment before speaking "I just caught my boyfriend of two years, Olly, cheating on me with one of my best friends." I blurt out
"That's rough." He whistles. "Wait a minute-Olly? You don't mean Oliver Kingsley, do you?"
"You know him?" I ask turning to look at the stranger, taken back by how beautiful his green eyes are.
"We're kinda mortal enemies." He winces.
"You're Mason Cooper?" I frown, looking him up and down. I hadn't recognized him without a helmet on.
"Yep! Greendale's version of Oliver Kingsley. But a better quarterback and better looking." Mason says with a smirk
Oliver and Mason have been enemies since freshmen year. They're both the quarterbacks on the school teams, Oliver for Ridgewood and Mason for Greendale, which absolutely hate each other. We're rivals in everything. Which means Mason and I should definitely NOT be talking.



