I Think I Love My Brother's Best Friend

Messing Around

“Jake, got to go, bye,” I said rapidly as I swung my legs into the car and shut the door.

Apparently I shut it too hard because Chace immediately shot his head up. He quickly developed an odd expression of determination and anger which he plastered onto his face. He stomped over toward the car. Jake revved the engine, but it was too late.

Chace swung my door open and grabbed my unbuckled waist. He yanked me out of the car and into his arms. I felt his chest hard against my back as he continued to press us harder and harder against each other. I'm ashamed to say I kind of liked it.

“Let’s go Skye,” he hissed passed me at Jake.

Jake smirked innocently, enjoying Chace's anger a litte too much, “It’s no problem. I’ll drive her.”

“Get lost,” he snarled.

Suddenly his hand snatched mine as he dropped my waist. He dragged me to his black car. He quickly opened the door for me and although he was roughly pushing me in like a cop to a prisoner I found it gentlemanly. Well gentlemanly for Chace. After shutting the door he got in on his side. He had just gotten the key in the ignition and was about ready to drive when he looked down at my lap.

“Aren’t you going to buckle?” he furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. He looked so hot when he seemed to be thinking like that. –No! I thought screamed at myself, stop thinking about him like that. He’s not that attractive.

I was surprised by his sudden caring and deciding instead of answering his question I’d ask one of my own. It was the perfect time. He couldn’t deny me an answer because then I’d drive away with Jake, which he seemed to be very against for some reason.

“Why’d you drag me out of Jake’s car?” I inquired.

“I can’t drive until you buckle. I learned that in Driver’s Ed,” He forced a cocky smirk.

I narrowed my eyes at him, “You never took Driver’s Ed.”

We glared at each other for several minutes. Finally he gave in and leaned over me quickly to grab my belt. He strapped me in without my permission. He gripped the wheel so tight with his hands that they turned white as he slammed his head against the back of his seat with his eyes shut. He exhaled loudly and slowly before he finally opened his eyes and started to drive.

“Chace…” I whispered.

He took a deep breath and let it out before answering, “Yeah?” He sounded a lot calmer now.

I hesitated, unsure if I should ask this, but found the courage anyway, “Why do you keep kissing me?”

He pressed the brake at the stop sign we came up to. He then turned to me with a heartbreaking look of nonchalance in his eyes, “Does it matter?”

“I’d like to know,” I bit my lip in nervousness.

The car behind us honked and he began to drive again. This seemed to give him to courage to answer me.

He shrugged, “Just messing around with you.”

“Yeah, Okay,” I laughed shakily, almost breathlessly, and stared down at my lap. I let my hair make a curtain between us as I played with the fringe on my jean shorts.

My heart sunk to the bottom of my chest. Did he really just say that? The way he kissed me, I just assumed… and then it occurred to me; Chace kisses a lot of girls. A lot. He’s just like my brother. What the hell was I thinking even letting those lips touch mine? He couldn’t be trusted and I knew that.

Chace Mathews was enemy number one.

And always will be.

A/N: I might do the next chapter in Chace's POV. Would anyone be up to reading that? While you're answering that question, what do you guys think of Chace and Jake?