Suzie’s House 312 : Where to Get a Mask

“Here you go.” Bruce pulled his latest creation out of his backpack and put it on the lunch table in front of Emma. “For tomorrow, when we play in the school talent show.”

Emma sucked air in through her teeth and her eyes bugged out like he’d put a snake on her lunch tray. It was great.

“Want me to help you put it on?” He reach out like he was going to take the mask back, but she quick grabbed it and stuck it in her lap under the table.

“You think you’re so clever,” Justin growled. “You’re embarrassing her.”

Justin was the only one left at the lunch table with Emma. Seemed like lately anyone in the band except Bruce had been eating lunch together. They weren’t holding meetings without him or anything. He wasn’t sure what that was about and didn’t particularly like it, but whatever.

Bruce would have liked it a lot better if Justin hadn’t been there either. He put a shoulder between them and faced Emma.

“You don’t like it?” Bruce gave her a fake kicked-puppy look.

“N-n-no, I like it. But, but if anyone sees then they’ll know, then… that’s bad.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Bruce grinned. It was so much fun watching her squirm.

He really wanted to see her try the mask on. This time he got his sister to help him because all the other masks he’d made for Emma had something wrong with them. The first three had one thing or another wrong with the eye holes, and the last one didn’t let her breath. This one should be about right. He’d been wanting to try it on her since he finished making it.

“There’s an empty classroom down the hall. Want to come try it on?” Bruce wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, as if he wanted more than to check the fit. “It’s soft and silky.”

“Cut it out.” Justin shoved him away. Hard.

“What’s your problem, little drummer boy,” Bruce sneered.

“Don’t treat Emma like that. She doesn’t like it.”

“She likes my masks well enough.” Bruce moved in so he could tower over Justin, and get in his face a little.

“It doesn’t have to be your masks. I could give her a mask and she’s like it well enough. Right, Emma?”

Emma glanced down at the one in her lap and bit her lip. Justin was full of hot air. No one made better masks than Bruce. That was all that mattered, wasn’t it?

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