A Little More than Just Friends

Chapter Nineteen-

    I let out a hefty sigh and pulled myself up for the last time, my stomach muscles burning from the exercise I'd been doing in an attempt to relieve some stress.

    I'd asked Chase to join me at my house. He was the only guy I could talk to about this whole Felix situation, and I really needed someone to help me figure it out.

    He was laid outstretched on my bed with my PS Vita in hand, not really paying attention to anything I'd been saying previously. But to be fair, I hadn't been saying anything of importance, just venting random shit that had been clustering up my head for a while.

    “So what am I gonna do, mate?” I said finally, throwing myself across the empty space at the bottom of my bed. Chase was pretty short, which made my bed look a lot bigger than it actually was. I fought the urge to tease him every time.

    “Whatever you want to.” He murmured, not caring at all. I was half ready to snatch that console out of his hands and put it on top of somewhere very high, where the short ass couldn't reach it.

    “Chase!” I shouted at the top of my voice, laughing as he shot upright, eyes as bright as ever.

    “What the fuck is wrong wi' you? Crazy bastard. Jesus.” He exclaimed, palm flat against his chest, calming himself down. “Don' you know not to disturb a guy when he's gaming?”

    “If I'm not more important than a stupid game, then we're gonna have a problem.” I gave him a half-arsed pissed off look from where I was laying, one side of my face squished into the covers of my bed, which probably didn't help the expression.

    “Oh I'm sorry, I didn' re-a-lise we was a pair'a white chicks.” He mocked.

    “What has being white got to do with it?” Chase didn't reply, simply kissed his teeth, with an attitude he needed to adjust, and refocused his eyes on the console's screen. I rolled my own eyes and shoved my face into my bed sheets, regretting my choice in friends.

    “If you don't start helping me,” I mumbled into the covers, pausing to breathe in the sweet smell of the scented softner, that Mandy used to wash the sheets in. “I'm seriously gonna start to cry.”

    Chase groaned as I heard the satisfying noise of the console landing softly into my bedding, just to the right of me. I shot upright, ready and waiting his guidance.

    “First of all, you gotta tell me what it is that's even goin' on, cause that ain't even been explained to me yet.” He raised his thick, dark brows at me that curved smoothly into arches.

    “Okay, I'm gonna give you the short and sweet version, alright?” Chase nodded. “Basically, me and Lee had a fight cause he doesn't think I'm taking things seriously, and so I went round his place a little while after to talk things through and I found Kim sitting there, sobbing over some guy, right, yeah? You keeping up?”

    “Yeah I'm keeping up, carry on.” He waved his hand lazily, leaning back against the pillows, hands behind his head.

    “Anyway, she comes onto me, hands around my neck and everything and, of course, Lee chooses that moment to walk in and gets the completely wrong idea–“

    “Ohh shit.” He commented, chuckling a little.

    “Dude come on,” I shot him a glare which quietened him down. “Anyway we sorted that out and I explained everything to him. But the thing is, is that before I went round to his, I'd just come from hanging out with Bonnie and the reason this is a problem, is because she ended up kissing me before I left and I haven't, exactly, quite gotten round to telling Lee this...just yet.”