Chapter 44 The Wine, Memories, and Pantries

• "Are they . . . going?" My voice wavered referring to his friends. How could I even question that? They're his friends, I don't think I have a say if they should be going or not. I opened my mouth, ready to take back my question when he already beat me to it.
• "Them? Mason and Syndee, and do you also mean the gang?" He asked, looking rather curious than insulted, of how I'm questioning his friends' rights to come. "I—I . . . Just Mason and Syndee." My voice was hesitant enough for him to probably notice it right away. He turned the TV off and looked me straight in the eyes.
• "No." He firmly said. I looked away feeling awkward with his deadly stare. Wow, the ceiling seems to have a light and warm color. Oh god Veronica, pull yourself together. So what if they're coming, it's not like you're going to melt if Mason stares or looks at me.