Dangerous Game

14 - "Stupidity seems to be a common theme here."

Author's note: This chapter starts right after they almost kiss.

Adrian
Because of the unwanted thoughts in my mind, I hopped in the shower for the second time. Images of her beautiful face flashed through my mind. Her laugh that makes me want to smile. Her smile that takes my breath away. Her lips that I almost kissed.

Looking back, I should have done it, too, but fear crept into my mind. I backed out like a scared little girl. I'm a coward. I won't even try to deny it.
Opportunities I didn't take taunt me like a clown at a fucking carnival. The girl is so damn beautiful, and now I've probably lost her. I'll never hear that laugh again, or see her smile. I'll never be able to tease her for blushing.

I know she likes me. It's obvious. It scares me. No, it fucking terrifies me. Because I know that I'll do something stupid and break her heart. And I'll hate myself for it. Besides, I can't fall in love with her. I just can't, because, in the end, love will kill you.

Pushing the unwanted thoughts out of my mind, I pull open the shower curtain, and grab a towel. I grumble a few choice words, in Italian, under my breath. He stands there, fully clothed, and glares at me. Thankfully, the annoying intruder can't understand my native tongue. I cross my arms over my bare chest, and glare at him. With a towel securely around my waist, I step out of the shower.

I rake my hands through my hair. "What the hell are you doing in here? I was trying to take a damn shower. Are you some kind of pervert?" I chastise Chase. He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "Because that's fucking weird, dude. We may not be blood related, but I still consider you my brother. Besides, I don't swing that way. Sorry, I don't really prefer dicks."

"Can you shut up?!" He growls. "I'm not a pevert."

"You sure?" I give him a look. "Because I'm pretty sure normal people don't just walk in on someone in the shower. Fuck, how did you even get in here?"

"Yes, I'm sure, you jackass." Sorry, man, what else am I supposed to assume when you walk in when I'm trying to take a fucking shower. I'll only be okay with one person walking in on me in the shower. Hell, she can join me if she wants to.
I haven't had shower sex in a while.

Damn, I need another shower. A cold one.

"What do you want, Chase?" I scowl at him. In all honesty, I'm not that esastic about the trick that he pulled. I'm pissed, to say the least. But, dad won't let me dropkick him. Dammit, dad!

"I lost my virginity at a party last night."

Wait, what?

"No fucking way," I smile. "You lost your v-card."

"I'm fifteen!" He defends. "And, besides, she wasn't a girl. I slept with a guy."

"Didn't I already tell you that it's no big deal?" Chase, whatever gender you love doesn't matter to me. All that matters is that you are happy." I
tell him before proceeding to walk out of the bathroom.

"The guy I slept with was a senior!" He blurts out.
To say I'm surprised would be an understatement. I'm pratically knocked off my feet, with surprise, from his outburst. I knew he liked them older, but I didn't know he'd go for an eighteen year old.

I stop dead in my tracks, my hand still on the doorknob, and spin back around. I cast a glare in his direction. "You slept with a fucking senior? What were you thinking, Chase?! That's illegal."

He scoffs. "Like you haven't slept with any freshmen."

"Fuck you, Chase! I haven't slept with any girls that were younger than juniors. And I definitely haven't fucked any freshmen. Laura will bury you alive, man. You know she hates when you lie to her." I hated yelling at him, when I saw him as my baby brother, but he was way out of line. In his defense, he wouldn't take the blame for it, since he's a minor, but he still lost his virginity to a senior. He'll just laugh at him, and never talk to him again. Then I'll have to murder the guy. Seniors are cruel. I should know. I'm a senior.

"Nah, I'll just let Aurora do it for me!" He yelled, and stomped back to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. I hear the string of curse words that he utters through the walls of his bedroom.
At the mention of her name, I smile. Almost as if she's beside me, I can picture her cute nose scrunching up in digust. And I know exactly what I'd say.

That's actually not a bad idea

A little bit later, I lay down on my bed, fully clothed, and read our various conversations. Most consist of my sexual innuendos, and her sarcastic ass rejecting my sexual innuendos. I mean, come on, what does a guy have to do to get a little action?

"Stupidity seems to be a common theme here," I mumble to myself.

An idea comes to me, and I quickly send her a message. Hopefully, she's still awake. Not even a minute later, she responds.

Carter: Like a date?

I read over the message countless times to see if I'm seeing things. Nope. She asked that. I mean, could it be a date? Well, sure, if it was anyone else but me. I couldn't hurt her. Deciding against the answer I want to say, I type back a reply.

No. Why would it be?

It takes every bit of self-control in me not to backspace what I had just written. As much as I wanted to say hell yes, I don't. And it hurts like fuck.

How do we feel about Chase? How do we feel about my double update in the span of an hour? Do we support Adrian's decision? Do we have our pitchforks ready?