Sometimes Never Read Online Free

adulthood.”
                  “Mason Xavier Patel, you are still in high school, and as long as you live under my roof, you will not say the word fuck.”
                  “We rent.”
                  “Shut up. Now tell me about this girl. What’s her name?”
                  I grin at her. “Hope Love.”
                  “Mason, I told you not to play with me. I am too old and too tired for your shit.”
                  “Mom, don’t say shit.” I duck my head as she swings at me. “All right, calm down. I swear her name’s Hope Love. Is that not the best name you’ve ever heard? And she’s freaking beautiful, and tough . I watched her kick a football player’s ass today.”
                  “That’s it. I’m done trying to talk to you,” she huffs. “I don’t know why you get my hopes up.”
                  Ha, Hope can get me up . Literally, can do this all day.
                  “I’m being one hundred percent honest. I had to pull her off this stupid dickhead. I think she may have killed him if I hadn’t stopped her.”
                  “Don’t say dickhead.” She crosses her arms, but asks, “Well, why was she beating him up? What’d he do?”
                  “I’m not sure how it started, but he pushed her and she didn’t do anything, just told him not to touch her and this di—asshole—straight up touches her face.”
                  “Asshole isn’t okay either.” She clucks her tongue. “So she just beat him up?”
                  I nod. “Beat his freaking ass.” She rolls her eyes, giving up on my cursing, and I take a bite of my sandwich. It’s so good I moan. “I think she got kicked out though. That’s what people were saying.”
                  “That’s it? You didn’t talk to her?”
                  “Didn’t get a chance,” I say with my mouth full.
                  “Then how can you say you’re in love? You don’t even know her.”
                  I finish the last bite and scoop up the next sandwich. “I know enough. She’s got this skin...” I trail off and shake my head as I recall my first glimpse of her in the car. “She’s beautiful, Mom. Don’t you believe in love at first sight?” I know Dad did.
                  “Hmph,” Mom scoffs. “Mason, you find most women beautiful.”
                  “No, most women find me beautiful. I can’t help that.” I chuckle and take another bite. “I just find something to appreciate in women.”
                  “We both know damn well what you appreciate about women.”
                  “Mom, come on. I have always been careful and respectful.”
                  “What kind of example are you setting for Kellin?” She glares at me again. I’ve heard this before. She’s overreacting as usual. Kel has no idea what I do when I’m not here. I’m not stupid. It’s not like I’m going to tell him about my sexual exploits. And I have never brought anyone into my mother’s home.
                  “Where is Kel?” I ask to change the subject.
                  “He’s next door. His dinner’s in the microwave. Makes sure he eats and takes a bath.”
                  “And does his homework, and brushes his teeth, and gets to bed on time. I know.”
                  Mom kisses my forehead. “I love you, Mace. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
                  “Love you too, Mom. Have a good night.” I watch her leave and finish my dinner before starting on my homework.
                  I’m getting ready to throw my calculus book when Kellin gets home. “Where’s Mom?”
                  “Work,” I say as I start the microwave.