𝗖𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 | ✓

Chapter-57

CELESTE
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ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ
ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ
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Someone's shaking me. Why is someone shaking me? My eyes are tired and my body hurts. Sad life.

I opened my eyes, looking around in confusion. How long did I sleep? A hot guy is sitting beside me. Ohh nevermind, it's my boo.

"Hi." I say, stretching my arms to get rid of the stiffened muscles. Damn..relaxing. Why he looks so panicked? "What's wrong?" I ask.

"Fuck off. You scared me!" He exclaims.

That excites me. "Really?" But wait..what did I do?

"I've been trying to wake you up for so long..you were not even moving, I was about to call a doctor idiot." He tells me.

"Oh." I look at him. "Why do you look homeless?" I ask, noticing his appearance. His shirt is half untucked, don't even ask about his hair.

"Your cat was fighting with me." He lies. Does he think I'll believe him? Pico perks up, listening to the false accusation against him.

"Chase Elias Black. Did you just lie to me?" I narrowed my eyes. Am I looking Stern enough?

He sighs. "I found out something about my biological mother today." He says.

"Is she hot?" I didn't mean to let it slip. "I..hehe." He rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

"It's Marissa." He says after a looong pause.

"Marissa? Like Marissa, Marissa or your actual mother's name is Marissa too?" I ask. Is he messing with me because I have a concussion? If Marissa is his mother then Pete? Eww. But wait..he looks nothing like Marissa or Pete.

"Marissa as in Caden's mom." He clarifies.

"But..how..wha.."

"I think Pete's fucking with me." He shrugs.

"You went to meet Pete?" I ask.

"Yeah..just casual talk." He shrugged again. "Do you think she's my mother?" He asks.

"Don't know man..she's hot though..if we overlook the fact that she's not a very likable person? Dunno..do you think we should invite her to dinner..so like we know the story from both sides?" I suggest.

"I don't know." He sighed, keeping his leg over my good leg and burying his face in my neck. He took a long sniff. "You need a shower." He commented. This fucker. I tried to pull him away by grabbing his hair. "I was kidding darling." He says, pressing a kiss there.

We stayed in that position, I felt like he was dozing off. I run my fingers through his hair. They've gotten softer, he uses my shampoo and conditioner. That is the reason, I know. He showers with me on my hair wash day so I can do his hair too, lazy man.

"Is today okay?" He asks out of nowhere. Okay for what? "To invite Marissa." He explains further.

"Oh. Yeah, absolutely." I nod.