yes mason had to get himself in another fight. it’s what usually happened, but this time he’d ended up with a split lip. things usually went too. was he proud ?? not exactly, but he was simply done, completely exhausted with all the supernatural activity surrounding the streets of beacon hills. if he was able to make the mccall pack disappear before next year he’d be happy. he’s wasted too much time in the stupid town after all. ❝ Jade - –––– DON’T talk about it i don’t wanna hear it. ❞ he knows how she feels about the supernatural now, and he knows how she used to feel about it too. sucks to know that the girl he likes shares completely different ideas than his own, even if they had so much in common. HUNTING a life style, yet instead of protecting the good she’s friends with the bad. he never brings it up, usually keeps his opinion to himself for obvious reasons, but he can’t this time. ❝ i’m so done with that piece of shit. i don’t see what’s so fuckin’ special about him. just as bad as everyone else. ❞ thoughts were spoken aloud in a whisper, voice clearly showing how angry the boy was. he didn’t get it, he didn’t understand why everyone liked the werewolf, after all that’s what he was, a monster just like what killed his parents.