Something between Us

Chapter 20.

The weekend has been perfect.
Chase and I spent the whole time wrapped up in our own little bubble.
Just the two of us. He text his dad to tell him he'd be at my house all weekend and I text Lola to tell her I was busy all weekend and after that we both switched our phones off.
We didn't want the outside world bothering us. We weren't prepared to be disturbed.
We just wanted to enjoy these days that no one else could be part of.

Chase takes the last slice of pizza.
I grab his arm trying to force the pizza into my mouth, my efforts are futile.

When will I learn he's a lot stronger than he used to be.
He laughs at me feeble attempts taking large bites of pizza.
He's mocking me and my desire to eat the last slice. 

"I'm going to take a shower."
I say patting his chest signally him to move his arms from my body.
"Me too, lets go."
He says casually and I feel my cheeks burn.
I don't know why this level of intimacy makes me feel nervous, but all the blood has rushed to my head and I'm sure I resemble the apple from Snow White.
In one swift motion Chase lifts me in his arms and throws me over his shoulder.
"Let's get cleaned up," he laughs running with me in his arms to my bathroom.

When we reach the bathroom Chase gently puts me down to my feet before turning the shower on hot.
"You haven't gone all shy in me now have you?"
his voice is soft, he's treading carefully we with me. Not wanting to offend me.
"I can take a shower after."
He says stroking my arm, his touch is gentle his eyes sweet making all the worry evaporate.
I lift up his t-shirt pulling it over his head tossing it in the corner of the bathroom.
I smile at him as I remove my clothes slowly. His eyes never leave my body as my pyjama bottoms the the floor, I toss my top into the clothes pile and climb into the shower the shield between us clear class.
His eyes go wild, now he looks nervous.
It's already steamy but I can see still see the outline of his silhouette through the glass of the shower wall.
"Are you just going it stand there?"
I ask with a newfound confidence.
Within seconds Chase's naked body is behind me.
Chases hands reach for the bottle of shampoo on the wall bracket. He gently beings to massage the shampoo into my hair. I'm startled by this gesture, I wasn't expecting that.
"You don't like washing your hair."
He reminds me of a conversation we had once where I complained about how exhausting it was washing long thick heavy hair.
I nod, my head tilting back, the sensation of his finger tangled in my hair, soothingly rubbing into my scalp pleasures me into silence.
"And rinse," he instructs.
I do as he says; tilting my head back while he rinses the soapy shampoo out of my hair. 
The combination of his hands in my hair and the water washing over my hair gives me so much satisfaction.
I've never felt this level on intimacy from a non sexual encounter before.  
I let the water hit off my body as I return the favour massing his scalp with my soapy hands, while do this Chase closes his eyes enjoying the feeling.
"That was nice," Chase kisses my forehead as he reaches for a towel.
Wrapping one around his waist while passing the spare towel to me.
I never want this weekend to end... I'm not prepared to leave the protection of these four walls.

*******

Maths is awkward.
Tate glares at me the whole time anguish written all over his face.
I keep my face staring straight ahead. I'm afraid to look at Tate and be met with the face of a boy who's been left in a pit of betrayal. 
As soon as the bell rings I'm running out the classroom. 
I can see Tate pick up the speed I assume he's trying to catch up to me so my feet move faster.
When I walk out the classroom Chase is stood leaning against the bulletin bored waiting for me, looking effortless attractive.
"Hey you!"
I smile forgetting what I was just running away from.
I'm safe in his presence. 
He looks at me smiling holding something up in front of him.
A proud grin slapped across his face. When my eyes focus on the paper in his hand I squeal and jump into his arms.
"You passed!"
I exclaim my arms wrapped around his neck.
"Finally."
I laugh and he hugs me tight.
"Why didn't you tell me last night?"
"It was this morning, I wanted to surprise you!"
"Or you didn't want to tell me in case you failed, again."
I laugh and he rolls his eyes.
"I only failed twice," I laugh at him a little.
"You may have a driver licence but you're a terrible driver."
I stick my tongue out at him. He playfully pushes it back into my mouth with his index finger.
I notice Tate in the corner of my eye and I feel anxious now,
"I've got to get to practice."
I kiss his smiling cheek.
"I'm so proud of you."
I know he can tell something's wrong but I try to ignore it.
"Call me later?" He asks nervously.
"You'll have climbed through my window before I have the chance to call you."
I laugh walking away in the direction of the girls locker room.
"Kiss you later then."
He yells when I'm a little further away, my cheeks flush and I find myself looking around to see who could have heard him.
The hallway is empty and I lift my hand up at him sticking my middle finger in his direction, which receives a mischievous snigger.