Part 2This summer echoes

Mason had hated me for a long time.

He thought my mom and I were only after the family’s money.

Well, he was a smart one.

When he was fourteen, he put two fake spiders in my bed, trying to scare me into leaving his house.

I cried my eyes out.

My stepfather, to console me, gave me more allowance.

Seeing the money, I cheered right up.

When I was sixteen, Mason and I were assigned to the same high school.

He didn’t want to be in the same class as me, and he definitely didn’t want my dad to yell at him and then comfort me.

So he skipped all the usual steps.

“Twenty thousand.”

“Switch out of this class.”

Freshman year, I left.

Sophomore year, I was back.

He never specified a time limit.

When I walked back into the classroom with my backpack, Mason’s face was dark.

The guy in front of him grinned.

“Mason, your sister’s really persistent.”

Mason’s voice was cold. “She’s not my sister.”

Everyone around us exchanged knowing glances and chuckled.

Mason looked at me, his brows furrowed.

“What exactly will it take for you to just disappear from my sight?”

My eyes reddened. “Do you really hate me that much?”

He held up a number with his fingers.

I bit my lip.

“My bad, I must have walked into the wrong class today.”