The downfall of masamy (269 views)

Amy’s Outfit

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Amy was in her suite’s common room, clacking away on her phone. To her, nothing was wrong. She was just spending an average day doing nothing productive. Just looking through social media for the latest drama to think about and talk about. But then she decided to check up on Campus Sweethearts latest tweets – she’d been too busy lately to check them – and she froze when she saw one about her and Mason. But this wasn’t an innocent tweet. This accused her of cheating on him, which Amy was sure she hadn’t done. She’d flirted with Declan at the Nightclub sure but Mason knew she was a flirt, and lately, Amy had just been feeling so... restrained. She didn’t like being restrained and she was feeling a desire to act out, to break out, to be free and have an open relationship again. That thought scared her but she always pushed it aside because she didn’t want to hurt Mason.

When she heard someone at the door Amy got up and went to open it until he spoke up. She froze. Mason... was here? He’d seen this, hadn’t he? She bit her lower lip as she decided how to approach it. She decided that she’d just let him bring it up. She was sure she didn’t have anything to hide. If he asked... she’d be honest.

”Hey, Mason!” Amy opened the door and let him come in, shutting it behind him. She greeted him with a quick peck and sat back down on the couch. ”What’s up?”

Of course he brought it up right away. Amy pulled away from Mason’s kiss and hug without reciprocating either action and sighed, stepping away from her boyfriend. She was naïve to think word of her flirting with Declan wouldn’t have gotten around. She thought she saw Ethan there, wandering around, so maybe he told Mason? She wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

She increased the distance between herself and Mason, breathing out a sigh.

”It’s true. I was flirting with another guy,” She felt awful saying that out loud. It was damning, and awful of her to have done. Poor Mason, she thought. He was nothing but sweet to her and she was just... she couldn’t even understand herself. What was she so... afraid of? What was she so bored of? ”it was nothing, though. I’m just a flirty person. Hell, I don’t even remember the guy’s name! So it’s fine. Don’t worry about it!”

Even as she spoke she kept her distance, forcing a smile she sent Mason’s way.

As Mason wrapped his arms around her Amy felt suffocated – like the action was making it hard to breathe. The idea that he wasn’t bothered about this should make her happy, and it did. She didn’t want him to be bothered because he shouldn’t be. It was just flirting, and he knew Amy was a flirty person. But even though she felt slightly suffocated, Amy took a deep breath and tried to let herself fall into the hug... until his phone rang. She paused.

He seemed so nonchalant when he suggested a break. Amy took another step backwards and looked at his phone. ”Hey... who’s that?” she asked.

”Fine,” Amy said. When Mason excused himself to go to the bathroom and answer his call Amy exhaled and flopped down on the couch, thinking about what she wanted. She didn’t know what she wanted.

When she first met Mason, she was a bright eyed freshman entering campus for the first time. She’d only moved into her dorm a few hours ago and she was walking to orientation when Mason approached her, introduced herself, and they became friends immediately. There was something enticing about Mason’s eyes and the way he looked to her and she always was attracted to him. Though when he asked her out, she had to say no, because she couldn’t do long distance. Mason went overseas to Ireland and England to perform and kept Amy’s number, but she dated around. She had fun, nothing ever lasted, and when Mason returned to Metric for good she decided – going into their senior year of High School – that she was done messing around. She was done being free and with college came a desire for structure.

But that faded after a year. After Amy’s biggest stress, getting used to campus, faded, she felt restrained. She envied the freedom Chad had, she envied the freedom Jas and her friends had. Amy loved Mason but she missed being single and she missed flirting with someone new. She didn’t know if she wanted to settle and she hated that she felt this way because she knew she really did care about Mason. But she felt like she was throwing her life away. But, then, Mason had been nothing but faithful and perfect and sweet, and she just... didn’t know.

When Mason returned, Amy sat up on the couch, and forced a smile over at him.

”Did whoever that was get what they wanted?” She asked.

”Your what? She’d stake you? Are you a vampire?” Amy asked, with a forced laugh, as she looked Mason’s face over. She didn’t know why, but she was starting to get angry just looking at his face. ”Why didn’t you delete her number if she bothers you so much?”

"And... why am I just hearing about this now?" Amy inquired, raising a brow. Honestly if he was friendly with other girls she wouldn't care. And if he had a stalker, well, that wasn't a good thing for him! But if he did why did he not tell her? It made her doubt him and she shook her head. "Look, if you're friends with another girl, you can tell me. I flirted with another guy after all. You don't have to lie to me."

"I don't know." Amy said, curtly. She didnt even know why she was so angry about this. The idea of her being an old friend -- one he still contacted and one she had never heard of before -- pissed her off. Maybe she was just being hypocritical. Amy glanced back over at Mason with raised eyebrows. "Just... never mind. This isn't even about some stalker you neglected to mention to your girlfriend of three years. No, it's fine, it totally doesn't sound like an excuse for an affair. Maybe we should take that break. I don't know. I need time to think."

Amy rose her brows at Mason when he went out into the hallway with his stuff.

”Seriously? I’m your girlfriend. You couldn’t even tell your girlfriend you were dealing with a stalker?!” She watched him go, almost feeling a sense of regret, of wanting to pull him back. But she held firm and folded her arms across her chest, moving to the door to hold it. ”If you’re going to be like this, maybe we should just break up now.”