R.O.O.M.M.A.T.E.S. [BoyxBoy]

[7] R.O.O.M.M.A.T.E.S.

R.O.O.M.M.A.T.E.S.

Chapter Seven

Chase's POV

I was currently laying down in my bed, pissed off and glaring at nothing in particular. I was sick and freaking tired of all the drama going on. Hadn't I had enough of this stupid stuff back when Michael was still in my life?

A sudden high pitched ringing noise had me jumping up, looking around shocked for a moment before realizing that it was the phone.

I took a deep breath, slowly relaxing when I saw it was Caitlin. Honestly at this point I felt close to actually crying, and trust me when I say that I don't cry. Ever.

I'm Chase freakin' Wilde. I don't cry.

"What the hell do you want now, Caitlin?" I asked tiredly, falling back onto the bed with a sigh. "Haven't you given me enough roommates?"

"What?" Caitlin sounded confused for a moment before she sighed. "I know. I'm sorry, Chase! If I could have thought of another-"

"It's fine." I muttered bitterly. "What do you want?"

"Whoa, did someone just piss on your roses?" Caitlin asked genuinely worried. Probably because she knew how much I liked my flowers.

"Not even close. They were stomped on by a stupid- ugh. Caitlin, please just tell me what you want."

"Okay, that's it, you're coming over to my place for a party. You need it." Caitlin decided, and I grimaced.

"That's not a good idea, Cate." I rubbed my eyes tiredly, staring at the door as I heard a crash downstairs. 

"Please tell me they didn't just break something." Caitlin said in disbelief, and I laughed bitterly.

"My TV, my roses, my vases, my everything." I muttered as a scowl crossed my features. "I hate them all. I want them out of my house, dead, or castrated."

Caitlin giggled for a second before she stopped adruptly. "Wait, wait, wait, they broke your TV? Your vases? Your roses?" 

"Why so surprised? It's not like they're people from some sort of gentlemen club. They're freakin' bikers and I want them gone."

"I'm sorry Chase! I just-"

"I know." I sighed again, hating it. Hating that I actually did know. She really needed the money.

"Come to my house for a party, it seriously sounds like you need to get drunk. Just for tonight, seriously dude. You need it."

"Why would I need it?" I muttered darkly. "Drunk or sober I only want to kill these sons of a bitches."

"Maybe because you sound like you're contemplating dark magic."

"Black magic," I corrected with a scowl. "And never would I ever resort to some bullshit like that. Nothing good ever comes out of it but pain, death and misfortune."

"Then why so serious?! Just come to my house for a little drink... with the werewolf, of course. Those bikers would eat him in seconds." She added thoughtfully. 

"Why the heck do I have to bring the doggy? I thought we were trying to calm me down here." I grumbled and she laughed.

"Oh, come on Chase, lighten up. It'll be fun."

"Yeah, of course. I'll put that on my list of fun things, right in between chopping off my hide and sucking up to dickheads."

Caitlin laughed. "Chase! I'm being serious. It'll be fine. Plus, it sounds like you need to get away from that house before you go mad."