Mason

You'd known Mason since first grade. You had a strange relationship, halfway between enemies and friends.

In ninth grade, you started some kind of flirting, you continued to wage some kind of battle, but at the same time you could walk together, hold hands, or just flirt in conversations.

Your classmates had long ago called you a couple, but you only denied it, saying that you wouldn’t make a couple.

You're in eleventh grade now. Graduation is coming soon, and you need to decide who to waltz with.

All the girls started choosing a dance partner. You didn't have a boyfriend, but your friends either had a date or their girlfriend with whom they would dance.

You were deciding who to dance with and you came up with the idea of ​​inviting Mason to be your partner for the waltz.

After class, you went looking for him and noticed him in the hallway by the windowsill. You walked up to him and said.

• Mason, have you found a partner for the waltz?

He looked at you with a smile.

• And what, my beautiful, do you want to dance with me?

Before you could answer, a blonde from your class ran up to you and asked if Mason had thought about her proposal. As it turned out, she asked him to dance with her. You looked at him, wondering who he would choose, you or your classmate.