Emma's Pov
I had tried a lot of clothes, ranging from dresses to pants and many more. It did drain a lot of my energy but it was undeniably fun.
The most fun part was showing the clothes to Mason, sometimes he gave me a thumps up, other time he shook his head.
One time, the moment he saw me, he fell on the floor laughing, until tears ran down his cheek.
He didn't let me pay for anything and I didn't try to argue. I knew my six months allowance still wouldn't be enough to pay for one dress.
"You know when I offered to buy you lunch, this wasn't what I meant" I state, folding my hands to show I ain't playing.
Since he paid for all of the shoes and clothes that I had bought, I offered to buy him lunch as a way of appreciation but instead of a decent restaurant, Mason brought me to a five freaking star one.
"That's not changing the fact that you're paying." He says, pulling me slightly towards him to prevent me from colliding with an elderly couple.
"Fine, how bad can it be?" I say confidently.
"That's the spirit" he says with a smirk.
We stop right next to an elderly looking man with a stoic expression.
"Do you have a reservation?" He asks, his voice lacking more emotion than his face.
I poke Mason with my elbow, nudging him to speak.
"I asked if you had a res..." The man stops when he sees Mason. His stoic expression turns into one of shock and then fear.
"Mr. West, my apologies. Can I show you to your private table?" He asks, but leads the way before Mason responds anyways.
Arriving at our table, he gives us a curt nod, Mason acknowledges with a nod of his own while I smile politely.
When he leaves, Mason pulls out a chair for me, willing me to sit down which I gladly do.
"Were you like trained to be a gentleman or something?" I ask, watching as he goes around to take his sit.
"Wouldn't you want to know" he replies, signalling for a waiter.
"Good day sir, Miss" The young male waiter greets politely.
"Hi, Good day" we both say at the same time. 'Good day'? Why does he always have to be so formal?
"Have you decided on what you'll be having?" The waiter asks while we scan the menu.
"I'll have the Italian vegetarian salad and a glass of water" Mason answers.
Writing his order down, the waiter turns to me for mine.
"I'll have an egg and cheese sandwich with a can of soda" I say almost unable to contain my excitement.
"Right away, Miss" he says and makes to leave.
"Hold on please, how much will that be?" I ask. What? I've got to make sure I have enough cash, I offered to pay after all.
"Two hundred and fifty miss." He answers.
"250 for just a burger and a salad!" I yell in horror.
"You don't have to scream." Mason says, then turns to face the waiter. "It's fine, you can go now" That said, the waiter leaves but throws me a weird look first.
"We can't pay 250 for this" I reason, pointing at the empty table.
"Let it go. How do you think my father will take it if he finds out his son is fighting over 250?" He questions.
"How would he find out?" I ask raising a brow at him.
"He's Shawn West" he replies, his mood automatically dampening at the thought of his father.
"You say it like it's a bad thing" I say trying to lighten his mood.
"You say it like it's a good thing" he retorts with his signature smirk, taking my bait.
"Touché" I say, laughing.

*****
"Right here." I point out the moment Mason reaches my house.
"I know, I dropped you here earlier today." He replies, following me to the door.
"Why are you still here anyways?" I ask, opening the door and letting him in.
"If you had listened to what Madame Jacqueline had been saying, you'd know she's sending everything you bought over to your house" he informs, scanning my house carefully.
"I don't remember shopping for a new dresser." I say, staring through the window at the men and women lowering things from their cars and dumping them on my porch.
"Those are organisers. They're here to help set up your room. Put everything you bought today and a couple extra stuff I ordered in place." He clarifies.
"What! How do you think my parents will react when they see that my room has been redecorated!?" I yell, waving my hands for demonstration.
"Happy, relieved" He replies, shrugging.
"They'll freak out Mason, freak out!" I answer for him.
"Relax will you, I don't plan on changing your entire room, just the wardrobe and some minor kits." He walks to the door and lets them in as he explains.
They rush in, going upstairs, not bothering with pleasantries. How would they know what room is mine?
"Mine...!" I yell, attempting to tell them which one's mine.
"Don't sweat it, they know" he interrupts me from screaming my head off.
"How would...." I try to say but I'm interrupted by Max. What is it with people interrupting me?
"What's happening?" He asks, coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn in hand.
"Max!" I cry in delight as I pull him into an air sucking hug.
"Okayyy, oxygen needed" he informs, voice coming out muffled.
"Why are you home this early?" I ask as I let him go, ruffling his hair, I think you know he slaps it off.
"This isn't early, it's 5pm. Did you hit your head or something?" He asks, eyeing me weirdly. Did I really spend almost the whole day with Mason? I barely noticed the time moving.
"You're kidding me? Another one." Max says with an expression of displeasure once he sets eyes on Mason.
I forgot about Max being insecure when it comes to me meeting new guys. He's totally going to go all grumpy on Mason.
"Hey Man" Mason says cheerfully to Max, he gives him a bro shake as though they're of the same age.
"Sup dude" Max says, trying to sound tough to match Mason.
"Have you guys met before?" I ask, confused with their familiarity.
"Nah, what gave you that idea?" They say at the same time.
"Movie?" Max offers, raising his bowl of popcorn which has somehow not splattered all over the floor from all the hugging.

****
I wake up not from the alarm cos I turned it off last night, but from the vibration of my phone.
I squint my eyes trying to adjust to the bright light emitting from the phone screen and see a text from Mason.
God! Can't I have some sleep? Or better, moments without him.
*Get your lazy ass up and get dressed, I'm
   Sending a driver.....Mason*
Groaning, I get up and head for the bathroom. Now freshly showered I walk towards my wardrobe.
I know I've got to wear the clothes I bought yesterday. Mason did tell me, to be confident, I have to first dress confident but it's all new territory.
I don't have to start today, right? I'll just wear my trusty sweatpants. I open my wardrobe with that Idea in mind.
"Sweet Mother of wardrobe choices..." I mutter to myself as I stare at what has become of my mine.
For starters, the wardrobe has been expanded, and all of my old clothes has been replaced by new ones, completely cancelling the idea of wearing my old ones.
Different accessories, shoes, bags, you name it, are displayed in countless numbers. Okay maybe not countless, but you get the picture.
I argue with myself whether to pick one of these or go grab my cousin's T-shirt.
Cursing under my breath I scan the clothes, racking my brain for what to wear. How do you even match all these!!!!!!?
I tilt my head up to see a board in the wardrobe, plastered with pictures of the clothes I had bought yesterday, with notes clipped to each picture on how to match them down to the last detail. Those guys really know how to organise.
My Air Jordan III OG makes soft stomping sounds as I jog down the stairs.
I had copied a picture and I am now dressed in a high waisted black ripped jeans, with a black loosely fitted top, knotted to the side, all tied together by a blue denim jacket.
I step into the kitchen to see Max devouring a cereal. God, I'm an awful big sister, I should have gotten up earlier to whip up something for him.
"Morning" I say in greeting as I pick a bottle of water. I set it down to see Max staring at me with open mouth.
"What? Haven't seen a pretty girl before?" I cringe at my attempt of confidence.
Of course I look stupid, if my own brother's reacting this way, how would everyone else react?
"Knew it wouldn't take long before you start caring about how you look, with all the guys you have coming around." Max points accusingly at me.
"I'm guessing you also don't like Mason." I say as I take a sit.
"Oh no, he's great" Max replies rather cheerfully.
"So you don't like Tyler," I stop for a second, still feeling a little bit whirly from mentioning his name but go on anyways. "But you like Mason?" I finish, raising my hands questingly.
"That Tyler, called me a little guy." He says making air quotes at 'Little guy'.
"While Mason called me a man" he finishes, puffing his chest, earning an eye roll from me.
"Oh tiny, naive Max." I tease, shaking my head at him.
"You look nice though." He compliments, going back to his cereal.
"Thanks" I reply, very relieved.
"Who are you dressing up for? Mason?" Max asks.
"What!? Why would I dress up for him?" I ask, red from embarrassment.
"You're blushing, that's enough reason." He points out with a smirk.
"I am not!" I whine like a kid.
"And you're supposed to be older than I am" he taunts.
"So tell me about this new girl." I say, trying to distract him. His cheek immediately turns pink showing that my plan's worked.

****
I step out of the car and walk up to Mason's door. Memories of the last time I was here, flashes through my mind making a shiver run through me.
I ring the doorbell nervously. I had spoken so badly to that woman that might be his mother, I wonder if she'll let me in.
The door opens and three familiar figures pull me into a warm hug, sucking all of my air.
"What are you guys doing here?!" I scream, speaking over their voices.
"Mason invited us." Freya says as they lead me up the stairs. How do they even know their way around?
"OMG!!! You look amazing Emma." Freya squeals in excitement.
"And is that an actual $4,500 Air Jordan, you have on?" Jody asks, eyeing the shoe like I'd at ice-cream.
"Everything about you screams hot and rich, who are you?" Esmay questions, starstruck.
"Thanks guys, y'all look amazing too." I respond, smiling the blush away.
"How could you keep so many things from us?" Esmay whines as we walk.
"It feels like forever since I spoke to you guys! Freya sure, but you two!" My turn to whine.
"Whose fault is that?" Jody asks me.
"I'm sorry guys, so many things has just been happening, but I promise, I'll fill you guys in on everything." I apologise, sending them my infamous puppy dog eyes.
"You know that never works right? You look like you're holding in a fart" Jody taunts, laughing. Hence the name infamous.
"Freya told us about the whole Tyler thing, he's a total jackass." Esmay says, leaving Jody's teasing unattended.
"Yup, I already gave him a few punches." Jody smirks satisfyingly.
"You what?!" I yell.
"Relax tigeress, I just wanted to see if you'd dig it." Jody says, raising her hands in surrender.
"He apologized already, if you think about it, he isn't really at fault. I was the one who mistook his friendliness for something more." I find myself defending him, can I be more pathetic?
"That's it, you've lost it." Esmay concludes, dropping her head in her hands.
"The only reason I haven't driven to his house to beat him to a pulp is cos you didn't like the idea."Jody states, visibly angered. "And cos my car's not here" she adds, slightly calm.
"How did you get here then?" I ask, needing a topic change.
"A man driving a Pagani Huayra appeared at my door step and ordered me to come with him, I did, and here I am." Jody explains rather cheerfully.
"An unknown man just pulls up in your driveway, asks you to follow him and you did?" I ask in disbelief, though I know it had to be Mason's people.
"He was driving a $3.8million car, I couldn't miss the opportunity." Jody defends, shrugging.
"That doesn't ma... wait, 3.8 million!!!" I yell with mouth wide open.
"Dang right" Jody replies.
"Excuse me ladies, Mr. West requests your presence." The man from yesterday informs us.
"So formal." Freya ogles but still follows him like the rest of us do.
He leads us to a well organised study, housing a whiteboard in the middle, bows less dramatically than I had expected, and leaves.
I spot Mason lying lazily on a couch, he straightens up the moment he sights us. Jody sits herself on the leather office chair while Esmay and Freya each take the drafting chairs across the desk.
Having no other option, I sit beside Mason but make sure to keep my distance.
"Hi"I say in greeting to him.
"Look at you rocking that outfit, #Miss. Confident" Mason praises, causing me to blush.
"That's feminine." I state.
"That's sexist." He retorts.
"Enough!!! Mason, you called us to help not to chit chat" Esmay warns with her 'About to kill somebody look', now standing in front of the whiteboard.
"What?" I ask in confusion.
"We saw the pictures that bitch plastered everywhere when we arrived at school." Esmay starts to explain.
"I personally wanted to have a talk with her, but Mark asked us not to do anything cos you were with Mason and he was already handling things." Jody says, I notice that she shifts uncomfortably as she speaks, avoiding eye contact.
"Someone told you not to throw a punch and you listened?" I ask in disbelief while Jody shrugs.
Jody's too hardheaded when it comes to protecting her friends especially from Becky, I'm surprised she listened to Mark.
Mark's is a guy on the football team who coach sometimes asks to help the girls football team play better, which Jody happens to be part of he also happens to be a really close friend of Mason. I don't know how close cos I never really paid attention to them before.
"That's what I thought too." Freya joins in.
"People!!! We are here for operation 'Get revenge on Becky." Esmay screams, calling for our attention.
"We need a better name" Jody says, infruiating Esmay even more.
"Just let her talk, she's right, this is important." Freya requests, calming everyone down.
I notice Mason hasn't said much yet, I certainly can't blame him,  I've met my friends.
"Thank you." Esmay says to Freya before continuing.
"That dirty slut messed with our best friend so we are going to mess with what's hers. What are the two things that Becky would hate more than anything?" Esmay asks.
"Happiness, sanity, laughter" Freya, Jody and I each say at the same time earning an eye roll from Esmay.
"She'd hate it if she doesn't win Miss. Eastview." Mason finally speaks.
Every year at Eastview, girls in the senior year compete for who will become Miss. Eastview. Only the most popular and beautiful girl ever wins.
   Our school takes it even more serious than being prom queen, so I'm guessing you already know Becky wants this title, and no one dares to even compete for the position with her.
"Exactly, another thing she'd hate, is Emma winning that competition or replacing her as head cheerleader. Think about it replaced by the school's very own nerd." Esmay says with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Wait, ho..." I attempt to say but she shoots me a look that shuts me up instantly.
"And that's exactly what's gonna happen." She concludes, smirking determinedly, leaving no room for argument.

(A:N): over 400 reads😮😍😍. The dinner party is happening next chapter, so get excited. After all, it is valentine.🌹🌹