Walking down the hallway to the lunch room I stopped and ripped off a flyer from the wall. They were plastered in great quantity along the halls.

My heart sunk for Mason as I stood there reading it over and over, the word 'Family'. I wasn't supposed to speak a word about what Jim had confided in me, but I desperately wanted to ask him.

"You going?" Mason asked over my shoulder. I wasn't sure whether my parents would come. The only way I would know is to call them and the thought of that made me sweat profusely.

"Uh, not sure. I haven't spoken to them since I left." My thoughts reminisced back to the day at the gate, I swallowed the lump in my throat. I slowly ambled to the cafeteria with Mason tracking behind me.

Mason took the seat in front of me at our usual table before Lexi and Zach had arrived. I didn't want to offend him by not asking if his family was going, even though I knew they wouldn't since they weren't around. I contemplated about divulging the information Jim had shared with me or whether to play the clueless card. Which would hurt him less? I had no idea.

"So, are you going to the 'family fair weekend'?" I asked, putting fake excitement into the words 'family fair weekend'. He took a swig of his water and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. His gaze cold.

"Jimmy told you didn't he?" He looked up from behind his eyelashes.

"Yeah. But don't get angry at him, I practically tortured it out of him." Trying to make sure Jim didn't cop it from Mason later on.

"It's fine Quinn, You're actually the one person I don't mind knowing about it. Jim knows how I feel about you." He said biting the meatball off this fork slowly, looking at me.

"How you feel about me?" I swallowed. He ran his hand through his hair and opened his mouth to speak and for a moment it felt like time stood still.

"Quinnie the pooh! Have you seen the flyers?" Lexi called from a few feet away, power walking as fast as her little legs would carry her. Mason swore under his breath and kicked a chair to his left as he continued to eat.

"Lex, that's the worst nickname yet." I winced, flicking a piece of fruit at her.

"And yes, I have seen them. I'm not sure whether I really want to participate." I said stabbing my food violently.

"Quinn, you should at least call them. Tell them how well you're going and all the changes you've made." Zach sat down next to Lexi, kissing her on the temple then going over the cover song list with Tommy.

"Well I can't exactly tell them about my job since I don't have one anymore." I said quietly, suddenly taking on a pessimistic vibe trying not to remember that night. Masons naked chest pressed to mine. 

"We could use a sound technician." Mason chimed in.

"Since we could 'use some work'." He smiled quoting one of our first conversations. I was amazed he still remembered. That was the day I saw him with three different girls. I combed the cafeteria and noted Malia, the one spreading rumours about his sex life, bending over trying to get Masons attention. He didn't so much as bat an eye at her. Something had definitely changed from the first day we had crossed paths.

"As awesome as that sounds, I have to have a paying job to cover tuition. I'm going to fall behind." I said biting my nails trying to rack my brain for more ideas.

"We'd pay you. I'm good for it Quinn." Zach leaned his arm on Mason's shoulder.

"A friend of Lexi's is a friend of mine... and there's the whole thing with Mason..." Mason shoved Zachs face away jestingly. Lexi took Zach's face in both hands and planted a loud kiss on his lips.

"What he's trying to say is you've got the job if you want it." Mason finished, ruffling Zachs hair.

I didn't know what to say. Having friends that looked out for me was a luxury I never had before. I felt like I didn't deserve it.

"Thanks guys, I wont let you down, cross my heart. I'll even be your coffee bitch," I smiled crossing my heart with my finger.

The day went pretty quickly after that because I was stressing out thinking about how I was going to approach my parents about the fair. 

Should I call them or go and see them in person? What will they say? Have I done enough? Am I enough?