Kiss An Alpha novel Chapter 21

"Yes!" I exclaimed, not caring who heard me. "Mason, I'm not into dudes like that!"

This time, Mason faltered. "You...you said you were gay," he said lowly.

"I lied." I was finding that the blunt, pretend-I-don't-give-a-shit-approach was working pretty well. If I ignored my head spinning at the mere thought of doing that with Mason again, I could keep control of the situation. And control was everything.

"Why..." Mason's eyes were wide, and he suddenly looked nervous. "Why would you do that?"

"To teach you a lesson for thinking you could get my best friend to betray me," I snapped. "Speaking of my best friend, your girlfriend, what about her? Already gonna break up with her?"

Mason crossed his arms over his chest. "Why would I break up with her?"

I stared at him disbelievingly for a long moment. "Are you...serious? Mason, you cheated on her!"

"Yeah?" Mason's face was fixed into a scowl. "I thought you said the kiss never happened?"

"That's not-ugh!" I groaned, frustrated with him for twisting my words around like that. "Why did you even kiss me?"

This had Mason fall silent. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and stumbled over his words as if he had a speech impediment. "You're seriously not gay?" He asked after a minute, completely changing the subject.

"I'm not."

"You're bi, though."

"No, Mason, I'm straight. I told you, I don't like guys."

"Dude, you kissed me back!"

"I-" I struggled to find a response. "It was a one time thing. It didn't happen."

The strange thing was, I wasn't even really concerned with the fact that Mason was a dude anymore. Yeah, it freaked me out at first. The thought that I could be bi or even gay scared the shit out of me.

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it sort of didn't matter. Who cared if I was gay, or bi? My family sure wouldn't, they had better things to worry about, and it wasn't like I cared what strangers thought of me.

That wasn't the relieving part, though. The relieving part was that I wasn't necessarily gay to begin with. Just because I'd enjoyed one kiss with a guy didn't mean I suddenly needed to question my sexuality. I still didn't see boys any differently. Well, most boys.

In my opinion, sexuality could be fluid. Someone can fall for a person without necessarily being specifically attracted to their gender, if that made any sense. Not that I was falling for Mason or anything. That would be gross.

So, yeah, the whole sexuality thing wasn't really stressing me out anymore. What was stressing me out was the fact that it was Mason Kane who had me second guessing myself in the first place, for several reasons.

First off, I simply didn't like the guy. I didn't like his personality, I didn't like his friends, I didn't like him.

Second, he was dating my best friend. As much as I hated the idea of their relationship, I would never want to ruin it. I couldn't do that to Marcella. Though, if Mason came clean, which he'd better or I'd beat him to a pulp, their relationship would probably be over quickly anyways.