I was sleepless for the whole night, thinking about that red rose man who haunted my family and me. And also about Mason, who was acting strange most of the time.
I knew Mason was interested in me. It was very obvious. I wasn't a dense idiot in a y/n novel on Wattpad.
But I didn't know why.
Of course, we would be interested in someone because of something they had. Just like me, I was… and still interested in Mason because of his image of a school prince and his breathtaking heartthrob visual.
I knew that I had no chance to be with him. We were just too different. He was like a sky compared to this dirt hole of me.
…
"Ah, come on, Em. You know you don't have that much self-confidence in the first place, but comparing yourself to Mason would only hurt you even more," I reminded myself.