The limousine rolled to a stop, and I squealed as the door swung open, each of us toppling outside one by one. The night was chilly, and I shivered as we stumbled away from the limo. Mason slipped his hand into mine and we fell into step, trekking towards the mass of dancing bodies all crowded around the enormous stage that sat in the middle of the field.

Rae Sremmurd was on the stage performing and I snapped my head towards Sasha who squealed in excitement, her arms tightening around Kaden as we made our way through the crowd. They began to play one of their most famous songs; Come get her, and I turned towards Mason who peered down at me, a smirk creeping onto his face.

"You wanna dance don't you?" He inquired and I nodded my head as I tugged him forward. He chuckled deeply as his arms slipped around my waist and I pressed my back against him, my arms sliding around his neck as I began to dance.

I let the music move me and for some reason, memories from the first night Mason and I kissed came rushing back into my mind. That night I let myself go, my worries, doubts and I allowed myself to fall into Mason's grasp. . .looking back then I regretted my decision at first, but now, I'm happy that I did kiss him.

"At your ex's crib and you're boo'd up, take it slow baby, we in no rush." I pivoted on my heels to face him and giggled softly at the distressed look on his face. He rolled his eyes and tightened his grip around my waist, his head dipping down to my neck where he nuzzled his face. "You don't wanna dance anymore?"

"Hmm, I'm okay here," he said against my skin. I cupped his cheeks in my hands and tugged his head away from my neck so that I could look into his eyes. He peered down at me and smiled before placing a chaste kiss against my lips.

"Should we get out of here, Bonnie?" He whispered into my ears and I shook my head vigorously. "No," I said, knowing exactly why he wanted to get out of here. I'm all for adventures but I'm not that wild. "Fine," he groaned in distress as he pulled away, "I'm gonna get a drink, do you want one?"

"Yes please!" He nodded his head as he placed a kiss onto my cheek before trekking backwards and disappearing into the crowd.

I pivoted on my heels, deciding to go look for Sasha, Sebastian and Kaleb who disappeared the moment we got here. But before I could leave, a hand slipped around my wrist and tugged me backwards. I spun around, preparing to snatch my hand from their grasp before my eyes interlocked with a familiar pair of brown eyes.

"Brandon, oh my god how are you!?" He smiled brightly and scratched the nape of his neck nervously. I took this moment to assess his costume, he was dressed as John Bender from The Breakfast Club and I knew because I'm obsessed with that movie. It's one of my all-time favourites.

"I'm good, Michelle. I really am, how are you?" He inquired and I couldn't help but smile back. Brandon always had a contagious smile, and I was surprised that despite the fact that things ended on a sort of bad note with us he still approached me.

"I'm great, I'm really happy. Things are finally going my way, goddammit." I chuckled deeply and he nodded his head as he shoved his hands into his pocket and bounced on his heels. "So. . .how are you and Mason? Are you guys dating now?" He asked.

"Yeah, we are, w-what about you, anyone special in your life?"

His eyes suddenly sparkled and I stood shocked as his smile widened. He ran his hands through his hair and cleared his throat as he tried his hardest to bite back his smile, "yeah uhm, I am. We met like three weeks after we broke up. She's right over there," he said as he motioned towards a brown-haired girl standing beside a group of people who I'm assuming are his friends.

"Awe, Brandon, I'm really happy for you." I pouted and he rolled his eyes as he continued scratching the nape of his neck, his head dipped lowly. "Thanks, hey! Do you wanna dance, I love this song." He exclaimed when the song suddenly switched up.

"Won't your girlfriend be mad?" I asked confusedly and he shook his head vigorously as his eyes flickered towards her once again. "She's kinda cool, especially with you. Yeah I-I told her about us and her take from it was that you don't like me enough to actually make a move," he said, a sheepish look etched on his face.

"Brandon, I know I already said I was sorry for what I did to you-"

"Michelle, stop apologizing-" he started as he placed his hand onto my shoulder and smiled softly, "when I told you it was okay, I meant it. Even a blind person could see that this relationship never worked out and it was never going to. If it weren't for you I wouldn't have found my girlfriend now."

"Okay, if you say so."

"Now that dance?" He arched his brows in question and I giggled softly as we began to dance. Meeting Brandon again after everything went down between us wasn't as awkward and painful as I thought it would be.

I thought he would have hated me and act as if I were invisible if he did ever see me but the fact that we can dance together and be comfortable around one another is something I will always appreciate. It shows me what a good and chill guy he is, not letting my actions affect him negatively and instead, taking it and spinning it into something positive.

I'm happy that he found someone.

He suddenly grabbed my hand and spun me around, leaving me in a giggling state as I latched onto his hand tightly when I nearly fell over. He hiked me upwards and laughed loudly at the flushed look on my face. "I think the ground wants to be my best friend," I whispered and he shook his head in amusement.

I flickered my gaze away from him for a moment and paused at the sight of Mason standing in the crowd, two drinks in his hands, his eyes stone-cold, glaring at Brandon and I. I frowned deeply and slipped my hand out of Brandon's. Mason cocked his head sideways and even from here I could see his jaw lock.

He suddenly dropped both the drinks onto the ground, pivoted on his heels and disappeared in the crowd. "Oh shit," I muttered as I pulled away from Brandon who peered down at me confusedly. "W-where are you going?"

"I'm sorry, Brandon. It was great seeing you, but I have to go." I said frantically as I began to retreat, my eyes searching for Mason in the crowd. Before he could reply he was already out of sight as I walked deeper into the sea of people, disappearing from Brandon's view.

I hope Mason didn't take this the wrong way.

I'm afraid he might do something to retaliate. God, I hope he's okay.

I shoved past people, ignoring the way their venomous gazes snapped towards me. When I got as far as the end of the lake, I pivoted on my heels, feeling hopeless when I couldn't find him until my eyes found the familiar costume blended into the crowd, his arms wrapped around a girl's waist, her back pressed against his, dancing slowly.

A disbelieved chuckle escaped my lips and I shook my head slowly as I approached them. My heart was heavy and anger coursed through my body, threatening to spill as I marched across the grassy field, my fist clenched tightly.

"I don't know whether to be mad at you or sympathetic." I spat as I grabbed him by the shirt and tugged him away from the mysterious girl. She flashed me a glare and I stared back at her nonchalantly, my jaw ticking in anger as I fought to hold myself back.

"If you know what's good for you, you'd leave, now," I growled lowly and she flickered her gaze to Mason who peered down at me, an unreadable expression etched on his face. "Stay," he said in monotone and she snapped her head towards me, a smirk plastered on her face.

"I said to leave," I seethed through gritted teeth and she folded her arms over one another, her head cocking sideways in triumph. "Why don't you leave, Michelle? Why don't you run back to your boyfriend huh? You didn't seem to care about me back there."

"You know that isn't true Mason, we were just dancing! Nothing more, he has a girlfriend for crying out loud. I promise you, Mason nothing happened." I exclaimed frantically and he arched his brows, his head lolling sideways before a chuckle escaped his lips.

"You're fucking lying." He spat, his chilly voice running down my spine as if someone had driven a knife into my back, "I'm not lying."

"Michelle don't lie to me, It's not a good look on you. You were back there dancing with your ex, you probably kissed him too, if I weren't there I wonder if you two would have also fucked." He growled, his cold and distant eyes peering down at me in disgust.

"Mason! You know I'd never cheat on you. You know that I love you and only you!" He batted his eyes furiously, a void look etched on his face before I watched his lips morph into a smile. His eyes softened for a moment and I outstretched a hand towards him, hoping that he understood until his eyes suddenly froze over. "fuck you, Michelle." He snarled as he pivoted on his heels to leave.

I yanked him backwards, ignoring the way he scowled at me as if I were his enemy. I cupped his cheeks in the palm of my hands and dragged his face towards mine. We remained peering into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he chuckled, "you cheated on Brandon with me, what makes me so special, Michelle? What reassures me you won't leave me like you left him?"

"I love you, I-I didn't love him, Mason. Just you. . .only you."

He chuckled once again and ripped my hands off his cheeks, his lips downturned into a frown, "what will it take for you to leave me alone, Michelle?" He inquired and my gaze flickered towards the girl who has yet to leave, her eyes assessing us rather amusedly. God, I just wanna pummel her face in.

"Oh? I see. . ." he trailed off as he began to back away. I shook my head slowly, my eyes pleading with him silently as he made his way towards her, never breaking eye contact with me as he did so. "Mason, don't do this, please." I mumbled and he rose his hands to his ears mockingly, "I can't hear you, Michelle." He said before his arms slid around the girl's waist and he crashed his lips down onto hers.

I flickered my eyes shut and let out a shaky breath as I slowly pivoted on my heels. A small chuckle escaped my lips as I began to walk away, fighting to get that image out of my head. I didn't know if I should cry, punch something or scream my lungs out.

I just knew that this is what it must have felt like to Brandon when I hurt him. He may not have seen it with his own eyes but the image hurts just as much.

I ripped the headpiece from on top of my head and threw it down onto the grassy field as I trekked further and further away from the party until the sound of the music drowned out and I was enveloped in nothing but darkness.

When I turned back, there was nothing in sight other than trees and the distant light of colours flickered in the sky, emitting from the stage far away. When I was far enough I lowered myself down onto the ground and slipped off my heels, feeling both physically and emotionally exhausted.

I've experienced Mason's rapid mood changes before, I've learnt to cope with it, to understand what he's going through but this is the first time it ever affected me this badly. The first time it really stung and I wanted to cry, I really did but I was numb.

Numb from pain, anger, exhaustion, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Tonight was supposed to be fun, we're not even thirty minutes in yet and all of this has happened. I knew I should have stayed home. "Michelle," at the sound of my name, I snapped my head to the place the voice came from and fished out my phone from my pocket frantically.

I quickly turned on my flashlight and shone it before me, and yet I wasn't mentally, physically nor emotionally prepared for the person who stood before me. He stood tall, peering down at me with those daunting silver eyes and familiar charming smile. His hair was longer, brushing against his shoulder as if he were a typical surfer.

He was dressed as Ghostface from Scream, I could tell by the mask dangling from his hands and the black hooded robe dropped over his body. He was still handsome as ever, yet I couldn't focus on that, just the fear that coursed through my body.

I scrambled onto my feet and stumbled away from him as he outstretched his arms towards me, a frantic expression on his face. "Cupcake, I'm not gonna hurt you." He exclaimed, his eyes boring into mine as he took a step forward.

"S-stay back! Don't come any closer or I swear to god I'll scream!" I cried out and he raised his hands in surrender, his eyes never faltering from mine. "I swear, I didn't come to hurt you. I'd never hurt you Cupcake."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! Don't ever call me that again, Kaleb." Now the tears that were non-existent moments ago came crashing into me like a bulldozer and I found myself standing there, tears trickling down my cheeks rapidly as I stared at the guy I once loved.

The guy who killed my sister.

"Michelle, please. I-I just. . .I saw what Mason did. That was shitty, you don't deserve that, you don't deserve to be treated that way despite anything. Come with me, Michelle. I came here to look for you, I've been trying to get in contact with you for so long and finally, I get to see you face to face, god you look so beautiful."

"Are you fucking MENTAL!? You cheat on me, kill my sister, go on the run for a year, come back, stalk me, throw a brick through my goddamn window which hospitalized me and you're asking me to come with you! Jesus Christ, Kaleb!" I screamed, my eyes widening in rage as I marched towards him, no longer feeling fearful.

"Michelle I didn't kill Deborah, I promise you I didn't kill her, I would never hurt your sister. And I didn't throw any brick through your window, I swear to god cup-Michelle. Please believe me, I've been following you to keep an eye on you. Those men that Mason used to set up those two guys who hurt you are looking for you, so they can use you as leverage against my boss and I." He said frantically, his eyes flickering over my face, searching for a reaction.

"Why the hell should I believe you huh? After a whole year of you being gone when my sister died, you were the last person she saw, she said your name! WHY SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU!?"

"Because I found her! I found her and I panicked and s-she saw me, Michelle. I p-panicked okay? And I ran because I was fucking scared, I was a coward.

I already have a bad reputation with the law and they would have used me finding her against me if I called the cops so I ran! I ran and the guilt has eaten me alive since then. I knew I should have helped her and I didn't."

I slammed my fist into his chest and shoved him backwards roughly, sobs racking through my body as I peered up at him through my blurry vision. Every bone in my body screamed for me to hit him, over and over and over again but all I did was cry.

And everything came crashing down onto me.

Why was my life like this? Why couldn't I be a normal teenager? Why can't I be normal?

"You ran? You could have helped her and you only thought of yourself! That's worse, Kaleb. Because if you really did kill her I'd know you did it with no remorse and sympathy.

But if you didn't and you found her dying and you knew you could have saved a life but you thought of yourself first, I'd rather you be fucking heartless than have a heart at all and watch innocent die for your benefit, you're a coward and you'll always be one."

He lowered his gaze to the floor and I backed away slowly, my eyes roaming over the defeated look etched on his face. "Goodbye, Kaleb," I whispered as I pivoted on my heels and sauntered away, the heavy feeling on my heart lightening just a little.

Knowing that the guilt would be eating him alive as his heart darkened even more.