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Chase
Let's get one thing straight, I'm not stupid. I didn't think all would be forgiven after I gave her one sorry ass excuse of a rose.
Even though that single rose happened to cost seven dollars. Which is five dollars more than what I intended to pay. But that's beside the point. I made sure we were alone for that very reason. I didn't know how mad she was or whether she was still mad at all. After that encounter, I think it's safe to say that she's definitely still mad. Which makes sense. In fact, I expected it, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt my- I mean irritate me a little bit.
I know I did something really shitty but I am sorry. That's all I can really say at this point. I've regretted what I did for so long but I've never had the guts to tell her. Not that I necessarily have the guts now but it's a lot easier to take risks when you have nothing left to lose.
I wish she could just see how sorry I am and let me make up for my mistakes. I don't want all the messed up shit I've done to define who I am. I know that's a lot to ask but it's necessary if I'm going to change.
"Mrs. Peterson, I don't think Chase is paying attention so I think he should answer the question." The all-too-familiar voice is what snaps me out of my thoughts.
Mrs. Peterson, my math teacher, pauses for a second as if for a moment she didn't understand what the girl was talking about.
"Ahh, yes Ellie, that's a brilliant idea." She says before turning to face me.
"Mr. Milestone? The answer?" Mrs. Peterson asks.
"What?" I say, now aware that I haven't been listening to a word that she's said for the past twenty minutes.
By now all the students' heads have all turned to face me. I scan them. Some have worried eyes while others have amused expressions.
My eyes bounce around the room and end up on the whiteboard. I pray that it has some sort of clue to help me figure out what question I'm supposed to miraculously answer.
It doesn't.
I let out an irritated sigh, "can you repeat the question?"
"There was no question. I just wanted to see if you were paying attention, and you clearly weren't. I'd suggest you actually listen, Mr. Milestone, you might learn something." Mrs. Peterson says.
The class erupts into snickers and chuckles.
I can feel my blood boiling. I haven't exactly been in the best mood for the past couple of days and today is no exception. I'm desperately trying to save whatever relationship I have left with my mom, so excuse me if quadratic formulas and algebraic equations are the least of my problem.
I give glares to the remaining students still staring at me. The laughter settles down eventually and all the students turn their heads back around to face Mrs. Peterson.
All but one.
She had an innocent smile draped onto her face but she was anything but innocent. She wasn't fed up with just getting me in trouble for zoning out in class, oh no. She just had to rub it in my face too.
I stare at her blankly and lean forward in my chair.
"This isn't over," I mouth slowly, making sure she understands every word.
She simply shrugs and turns to face the front of the class. Never in my life has someone irritated me so much.
She's been on my case ever since she got yelled at by Mrs. Robertson. I've pissed off a lot of people in my life but none of them have ever looked at with me with so much hatred and honestly, I really don't understand why she has a problem with me. Yeah, I called her a psycho- twice- but she's acting like I ran over her dog three times and then laughed about it in her face. It's not my fault that she can't keep her temper in check. Yelling swear words randomly in class has its consequences you know.
I'll admit that maybe my choice words weren't exactly ideal but the second time I said it, I didn't really mean it... I was already irritated and she just happened to be there. She obviously didn't see it that way because I'm pretty sure that I may have unleashed some sort of demon inside her.
She glared at me throughout the thirty-five minute time period of detention and I don't think I saw her blink once. If there was an award for the saltiest person in the world, she would have it. In fact, she would have multiple versions of it. I've tried to ignore her as best as I could but it's a little hard when she keeps looking at me like she's constantly planning my funeral. My life could potentially be in danger and I don't know how I feel about that.
In all seriousness though, she kind of creeps me out. Well, not her specifically but her...fear. I didn't think it was real at first and even after I researched it, I still felt doubtful because she seemed perfectly fine with cussing me out in multiple locations.
Now, though...now I'm not sure what to believe.
I saw the panic in her eyes in that washroom. She was terrified of me and I can't stop thinking about it. It sent shivers down my spine. I was yelling at her because I was mad but I didn't mean to scare her and when she looked at me like that... her eyes wide and hands trembling, I didn't know what to do.
It's like the gut-wrenching feeling you get when you make a girl cry. It doesn't matter how you got to that particular situation, all that matters is that whatever you said or did fueled the tears that are now streaming down her face. After acknowledging that, there's nothing left to do but to feel like an asshole for it, regardless of whether you are one or not.
The bell signaling the end of second-period rings and Mrs. Peterson dismisses the class.
"Alright class remember there's a test next week so do the homework questions on the board. Oh and Chase... I would like you to stay behind."
The remaining students say their individual oooooh's. What the hell did I do now?
I grab my bag and sluggishly walk to the teacher's desk. I'm prepared to get in trouble for something, I just don't know what it was.
"Chase, the math department is in need of some tutors."
I heave a sigh. Every semester the math teachers ask me to tutor some student who's failing math. They attempt to try to bribe me with extra credits every time and I always decline the offer. It's basically become a tradition. I have better things to do during my afternoons than explain slopes and algebra to some freshman.
"Mrs. Peterson, we've been through this, you're gonna have to ask someone else because I'm not interested," I say robotically.
"Then, Chase, I suggest you become interested."
I arch a brow.
"Please take a seat, Chase," she says before extending her hand towards the chair beside her desk. I sit in the chair and wait for her to elaborate.
"Chase, you've missed weeks of class and as a result of that, you have 20 unexcused absences."
My eyes widen. I know I miss classes- often- but we're only a month into school and I've already skipped 20 classes? That's gotta be some sort of record. I suddenly become extremely interested in what she has to say.
"I've spoken to each of your teachers and you're on the cusp of failing every single course. All except math, as usual. By some sort of miracle, your grade in this class is sitting at a solid 100%. You currently have the highest mark in this course than any other male in your grade because you've never missed a single test, assignment, or quiz and you always score perfects on them."
I feel an emotion that I can't recognize. No subject has ever mattered more to me than math does. When asked why math has always been my most prominent field, I would always reply by saying that it was a natural talent, that math was just one of those things where "some people have it and some people don't." But deep down I've always known that math was the only constant in my inconsistent mess of a life. At first, it was one of the few things that me and my mom had in common but eventually, it became the only thing that I genuinely tried to be successful at. When you have a habit of destroying everything you touch, you tend to want to hold on to the one thing you're good at.
"Now, I know that we usually explain to you that we'll be rewarding you with extra credits and in the preceding years that's been the least of your problems, but Chase, you will be a senior next year. Universities are going to be looking at your grades from now on and if you do not obtain the habit of taking them seriously, I'm afraid you won't be one of the students receiving a diploma. It's the beginning of the year so you can definitely still make a comeback but I suggest you make your next decision very carefully and put your education first."
I try to wrap my head around all the information I've just received. I knew that she was right, if I don't get my shit together, I'm gonna fail my courses. I come to the conclusion that this is a blessing in disguise, I wanted a way to redeem myself and in a way this is it. Obviously, tutoring one kid isn't going to transform me into snow fucking white but there's no harm in doing something decent every once in a while.
I scratch the back of my head, "Alright."
"Alright?" She asks.
"Alright, I'll do it," I sigh.
A large smile etches onto Mrs. Peterson's face.
"Her name is Olivia, she's in tenth grade and she needs after school tutoring next week Tuesday. Will you be available?"
I pause. For a minute I feel like I may be forgetting some sort of previous commitment but when I don't remember it, I brush the thought away. I decide to tell Mrs. Peterson that I am free. From the smile on her face, I can tell that this means a lot to her and that warmed something inside of me.
"Go to the tutoring center right after school on Tuesday and I'll tell her to expect you."
I nod before turning around to walk towards the door.
"Oh, and Chase?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
I smile at her before leaving the classroom. I'd given her a genuine smile. It wasn't large or particularly bright but it was genuine. I liked the feeling of accomplishment that came with knowing that I was helping Mrs. Peterson out and I couldn't help but delve into that feeling. A light smile forms on my lips as I walked through the hallway and to the cafeteria.
I'm engulfed by a wave of noise as soon as I walk through the doors. Everyone's already seated and chatting loudly. I weave through the crowded tables and eventually find my own.
I see Cole, Justin, and Devon sitting at a table with three other girls and I join them. Cole is in a conversation with one of them but waves her goodbye and gives me a wide smile when he notices me walking towards their table. Devon and Justin don't even acknowledge my presence.
Justin has a girl sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around her. Any other person would've thought that this was a romantic gesture, but I knew better. Justin doesn't date, none of them do. I recognize her as one of Megan's cheerleaders, Sydney, and wave at her when she gives me a smile. Meanwhile, Devon is practically eating the face of the only other girl at our table. I cringe at the sight. Can't he get a room...or at least do that literally anywhere else. I can't see who she is from the angle that I'm standing at, but I bet she's a cheerleader too.
Cole stands up from his chair when he realizes there isn't one for me to sit on and grabs an unused chair from a neighboring table. It's in moments like this that I actually appreciate Cole's existence. He's a pain in the ass and insanely annoying but he didn't necessarily have to do that and he did it anyway.
But if I ever actually told him that, he'd let it get to his head and there's nothing more annoying than an overconfident Cole.
"I'm so irritated," Sydney groans.
Justin cocks his head to the side, "what's wrong?"
"Cheerleading, we're holding tryouts on Friday."
"I thought you guys already had a team?" I ask.
"So did I. Nicole and Kelly got hurt and now we need two more cheerleaders to fill their spots but we all know that every girl in the school is going to be at that tryout. Our next few practices are basically going to be tryouts and it's totally going to take away time that we could be working on new dances..."
Sydney continues to talk about how mad she is, but I become uninterested and zone out.
"Oh yeah, where'd you go for the first half of lunch?" Cole, who eventually zones out as well, asks.
"Mrs. Peterson was asking me to tutor a sophomore."
"Yeah, but that happens every year why couldn't you just say no and be done with it?"
"Because this time I couldn't say no."
As I finish my sentence, Devon reacts. Suddenly interested in what I was saying, he pauses his makeout session to add his two cents into the conversation.
"Wait, don't tell me you agreed to tutor some random guy?" Devon asks.
"She didn't really give me much of a choice Devon.... and I'm tutoring a girl."
Justin, now equally as intrigued as Devon is, forcefully pushes Sydney off of his lap. He completely ignores the glare she gives him for discarding her when she became unneeded. Cole's eyes follow Sydney as she storms off and when she's out of sight he turns around to give me a look that screams awkward.
I ignore Cole and stare at Justin and Devon who are now both looking at me like I'd just declared that I was flying purple cow. All I'd said was that I was going to tutor some girl.
"What?" I say after a minute of silence.
"It's just not really something you would do, Chase... Every year you make fun of the people that, and I quote, 'are too stupid to be able to understand simple algebra on their own,' Cole says, using his fingers to show air quotations. "Now, suddenly out of the blue you're a tutor... It's kind of weird."
"Yeah, and two days ago you let the new girl flip you over her shoulder like a little bitch. So...What? Are you going soft on us or something," Justin laughs.
"Justin, if you don't want me to punch you in the face, shut the fuck up," I growl, still irritated about what had happened.
Justin rolls his eyes at me. Devon, who is clearly amused, tries to stifle his laughter by covering his mouth with his hand. He clears his throat before he speaks, "Guys, calm down. If Chase wants to be a tutor, let him be a tutor. The man can do whatever he wants to do."
Before anyone can say anything more, the bell rings and people start scurrying out of the cafeteria.
"Saved by the bell," Cole says.
"Alright, see you guys in Bio. Let's go, Justin." Devon says before flashing me his signature grin and waving goodbye to me and Cole.
Cole and I stare at each other.
"Why do you and Justin keep fighting," he asks.
"Why does Justin keep testing me?" I reply before standing up.
"You know there was a time when we were all best friends," Cole says, the sadness clear in his voice.
"I know," I sigh, "but that time has come and gone."
Cole and I walk to the second floor and before parting ways he asks, "Wait... how are you going to tutor that sophomore-"
"For fuck's sake, can you guys just drop it. I'm tutoring her because I want to."
"That's not what I'm talking about Chase. I'm talking about basketball. Coach is pretty mad that you missed the first three practices last week..."
My mouth falls open. It's at this exact moment that I have the sudden striking realization that I'm a dumbass.
"You forgot, didn't you?" Cole asks.
I nod slowly. So much has happened in the past two weeks that basketball completely slipped my mind.
"How do you forget that you're the captain of the basketball team?" Cole mutters under his breathe in disbelief.
He pats my back, "If it makes you feel better, practice today got canceled because Coach has a staff meeting so next practice is Friday."
I let out a sigh of relief when I'm aware of the fact that tutoring and basketball practice won't coincide If I still have a spot on the team.
"I'm still the captain of the team though, right?" I ask frantically.
Before he can reply, the second bell rings. I groan. I'm late again.
I look around and realize that I was so engrossed in our conversation that I didn't realize we're the only two people left in the hallway.
"I have no idea Chase...all I know is that Coach is mad."
I sigh, before telling Cole that I'd talk to Coach tomorrow.
That's what I had initially planned to do but after pondering the topic till the next day, I began to realize that I had no good excuse to explain why I had missed the first three practices of the season. So my plan had changed. I would think of an excuse, go to practice on Friday, and then talk to Coach.
I reassured myself that this was the best way to go about this situation and since our coach is known for his intimidation and lack of mercy. I didn't really want to feel his wrath just yet.
When math rolls by, I make sure that I don't repeat the same mistakes as before. I pay close attention in class to ensure that blondie can't catch me off guard again. If she wants to be petty, I'll show her petty. I glance at her and notice that she's frantically writing on multiple pieces of paper. A large grin makes its way onto my face. Looks like somebody didn't finish the homework.
I raise my hand. When I'm finally called on, I clear my throat, "Mrs. Peterson, I think you should do a homework check today because it's important that you make sure that everyone understands the material. Since we're having a test next week and everything."
Mrs. Peterson beams at the suggestion, "Yes, that's a wonderful idea Chase! Everyone take out the homework. Everyone that doesn't have the work completed is going to be having detention at lunch tomorrow."
The whole class groans as they take out their homework papers. Not that I necessarily did it either, but if getting back at her for yesterday's little episode meant going to detention, then that was a price I would happily pay.
Mrs. Peterson grabs a pen and paper and starts walking around to each desk.
I leaned forward in anticipation for the look on her face when she would be told that she had to go to detention again. If there's one thing I'd learned from sitting next to her for the past couple of days, it's that she really doesn't like detentions.
When Mrs. Peterson finally reached her, she turned her head slowly towards the back of the class. When her eyes lock onto mine, I see the horror on her face. I smile innocently at her.
"I'm disappointed Ellie, you need these homework questions more than anyone since you weren't here for most of the material," Mrs. Peterson says before walking away.
I have to clamp my mouth shut to conceal the laughter trying to burst out of me.
The score had been settled now. She had embarrassed me and I had embarrassed her, so naturally, this would mean that the case was closed but I had a feeling that she wasn't going to let this go. My thoughts are confirmed when she turns around and mouths, "This. Isn't. Over."
I dedicate the rest of math to resuming my plan to get Megan to see that I've changed. When I come up short with ideas, I decide to do something I never thought I'd ever do. Ask Cole for love advice. Cole is a huge romantic. He not only believes in all that happily ever after shit, but he's also the most "sensible" out of our group of friends. And the person that is least likely to laugh in my face. If anyone is going to know what to do, it's going to be him. As soon as it's time for lunch, I bolt out of the classroom and search for Cole.
I catch him walking out of his class and grab him by the shoulder before he get's the opportunity to talk to anyone else. We exchange no words as I drag him down the stairs. As we weave through the student's going to the cafeteria he starts to realize that we aren't going in the direction of everyone else and starts to ask where we're going.
"There's a need to know Cole, and all you need to know is that I need your help."
I can't see his face but I know that those words find a place in his heart. Cole is the type of person that gets pleasure from helping people especially when said person doesn't usually depend on people for help. Aka, Cole likes feeling important to me because he knows that I don't usually care about people.
I lead him outside of the school and stop before letting go of him.
"Okay, are you going to tell me what's going on now-"
"There's a girl. No, I'm not telling you her name. I need to get her to like me and I don't know how. What do I do?" I say quickly, making sure to avoid eye contact with him.
When my words process in Cole's head, his eyes light up, "Are you asking me for love advice!?" He says loudly.
It catches the attention of some of the students leaving the school.
"Cole, can you not announce that to the whole world," I say harshly.
"Sorry, sorry, okay. Uh, a love letter could-"
"No," I cut him off.
He clears his throat, "Alright then, a rose might-"
"Tried it."
"What about proclaiming your love to her, Romeo and Juliet styl-"
"Absolutely not."
"You didn't even let me finish-"
"No."
Cole crosses his arms and stares at me. "I can't help you if you're not willing to cooperate."
I roll my eyes. "Fine. But give me an idea I can actually use."
"Why don't you make her believe that she has a secret admirer?" Cole asks.
"Okay... Now I'm listening."
Cole and I devise a three-step plan and we convince ourselves that it should work. We go to the mall after school to pick up the things we need and I decide to follow through with part one of the plan during Bio tomorrow. When Cole and I are finished doing what we need to do at the mall, he drops me home. We say our goodbye's before I enter the twenty-five story condo building. I enter the beautifully designed lobby and smile when I see the one man I actually give a shit about.
"Hey Esteban," I wave to the familiar elderly receptionist. He's wearing his usual red and gold uniform along a smile that could melt even the coldest heart.
"Mr. Milestone, how are you?"
"I'm good but wait... I thought you were only working nights?"
"Oh, I changed my schedule up. The night shifts were too boring."
I arch a brow, "you're an old man, you're supposed to like boring."
Esteban scrunches his nose up at me, obviously not agreeing with my previous statement, and I can't hold back my laughter.
I say my salutations to him before entering the elevator and pressing the button reserved for the penthouse. I take my card out of my wallet and place it on the scanner located just above the buttons. It verifies my identity and proceeds to take me to the twenty-fifth floor. When the elevator finally reaches the penthouse, the doors open and I step into my home. My eyes rake through the immaculate room. I walk around the glass tables and marble furniture and stand on the large white rug in our living room.
"Mom?" I whisper.
I listen for something, for any type of sound, but feel disappointed when I hear nothing. I knew she wasn't here. She'd said she was going on a business trip but I've had no communication with her for the past four days and every day that I come home to an empty house the fear that she may not come back creeps into my mind.
The sound of soft pattering catches my attention and I turn around. I smile when I see a tiny, light brown, ball of fluff running towards me.
"Hi, Pluto," I say softly as I pick up my dog.
She barks loudly as I scratch her head.
"I guess it's just you and me again."
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I had one shot. My only hope would be to put it in Megan's bag when she asks to use the washroom. Throughout Bio, I pay close attention to Megan and pray that her bladder lines up with my plans.
Ten minutes pass.
Okay. Don't sweat. You still have time.
Thirty minutes pass.
Alright, we're cutting it a little close but that's okay...
Then fifty minutes pass.
At this point, all of my bottled up anxiety was practically bursting out. If Megan didn't go to the washroom or leave the class soon, the period was going to end and we were going to have a very big problem. Our Bio teacher had given us questions to work on and Cole, who still doesn't know that Megan is the girl I'm trying to win over, was quite confused as to why I chose to intensely stare at my desk rather than be productive.
Finally, Megan asks to use the washroom and I go into action mode. As soon as she leaves the classroom, I unzip my bag, grab the beige teddy bear that's been lying there for hours, and stuff it in the army green hoodie I'm wearing. I grab Cole's textbook, and before he can ask why, I walk up to the front of the class to talk to our Bio teacher, Ms. Xu.
I ask her some bullshit question about cells and after she's done answering my question I turn around to walk back to my desk. On the way there, I "bend down to tie my shoes" right beside Megan's desk.As soon as I'm kneeling beside her bag, I unzip it, grab the teddy bear, stuff it in her bag, and then re-zip it at lightning speed. I stand up and walk back to my desk feeling like a fucking ninja.
When the bell rings, I say my goodbyes to Justin and Devon and stroll out of the classroom with Cole by my side. Cole, who doesn't understand the chain of events that had just taken place to make my mood flip completely 180, gives me questionable glances. I could already see how everything was going to pan out.
Megan would go home, open her bag to do her homework and then see the teddy bear. She'd spend the next few days wondering who her secret admirer was. I would leave clues for the next following weeks and she'd eventually fall in love with the unknown man. By the time she realizes that it's me-
"Enough is enough!"
My thoughts are put to a halt as Cole and I simultaneously pause in our steps.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I ask. Playing dumb seems to be my only option. Maybe it's not what I think it is, maybe she's mad about something else.
Megan narrows her eyes. "You know what!" she holds up a teddy bear and waves it in at my face. "This is what I'm talking about."
Fuck.
People in the hallway are starting to stare. A few have to push past us to get to the stairwell. I see Devon and Justin enter my vision of sight but I don't make eye contact with them. Devon looks entertained while Justin is gaping as us. Neither me nor Megan budge. She's too busy staring me down and I'm too busy trying to act bored and annoyed. It's a lot harder than it sounds. Cole looks at me, and then Megan, and then me. I can practically see the gears in his brain shifting.
"That's a nice teddy bear. Where did you get it from?" I say.
Megan glowers. "Don't play dumb with me. Whatever this is-" she throws the teddy bear at me. It bounces off my chest and falls to the ground. "It's. Not. Happening." Without another word, she storms out of the hallway.
When she's gone, Cole clamps a hand over his mouth and snickers. "No way man," he says. "Megan is the girl you were talking about? I know she's hot and she's on the market...but seriously dude? You know she hates you right...?"
"Fuck off," I grumble. For lack of anything better to do, I glare at the teddy bear at the ground, as if all this is its fault. My heated glare meets the eyes of anyone still standing here and they scurry off. When my eyes lock onto Devon's and Justin's, Devon gives me a wicked grin and Justin's practically dying of laughter.
What a great group of friends.
"But Chase come on, you should have seen this coming. Remember how she used to like you in eighth grade? And remember how you just laughed it off and said that you would never like someone like her?" Cole asks
"Yeah, I know."
"Remember how she was the butt of every joke for the rest of the year?"
"Yeah, I know."
"You ruined her reputation and-"
"YEAH, I KNOW. DON'T YOU THINK I FUCKING KNOW THAT?"
A group of freshmen in the hallway throw me alarmed glances. I ignore them and walk towards the stairway. Honestly, I don't know where I'm going to go. All I know is that I'm just so fucking done with Cole and his big fat mouth.
Cole doesn't seem to get the hint; he continues to scramble after me.
For some reason, I start to think about blondie as I walk up the stairs. Calling her that is irritating...wasn't her name Kellie or something... Whatever her name is, I remember how she called me an asshole, or to be specific, a "sadistic jerkface" a few days ago. Out of all the things I can be thinking about right now, I'm thinking about her. I almost laugh hysterically. What the hell is going on?
A small part of me suggests that maybe she's right; maybe I'm just an asshole.
But I can't be. I can't be like the others. I close my eyes and a series of memories rise to the surface. I try to force them back but they keep coming.
I see him, the biggest dick in the world. Donovan Hill, my mother's umpteenth boyfriend. I watch him smash my telescope, the one thing that bonded my mother and I together. We had spent years searching for that telescope and it was completely destroyed in seconds. It was just a telescope, my mother had reassured me later that night but she knew that she herself couldn't trust her own words. Because it wasn't just a telescope and when he broke it, when I watched the pieces of metal hit the ground and shatter into a million pieces, I knew that he had not only shattered the fragile instrument but a piece of me along with it. I don't remember much from those days, just screaming, crying and yelling. The memories all blur together and I can't tell them apart.
You're just like the rest of them, a part of me whispers. The part of me that hides with my rude remarks and my lousy attitude, the part that no one else will ever see.
I'm not. I'm not like them. I'm just mad... I'm just sad. That doesn't make me like them.
Does it?
"Chase," Cole calls from behind. "Dude I'm sorry. That was a low blow."
I ignore him and continue to walk faster through the hallway.
"Are you planning on coming to Friday's basketball practice?" Cole asks as he struggles to keep up with me.
Before I can open my mouth to reply, I get a text. I stop immediately. Holding onto the fact that it could be my mom, I pull out my phone and read it,
Hey, Chase, I know it's short notice but we're tight with money this month and can't pay our regular babysitter. Can you free up your day and babysit Katie for me? ~Jean
"Well? Chase are you coming or not-"
"No." I cut him off. I turn away and make my way to English, leaving a very shocked Cole behind me.
I'm not like them.
I won't allow myself to become like them.
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A/N:
IF YOU LIKE THE CHAPTER THEN VOOTE. THANKS.
And I have a question(just because I'm curious): Who's point of view do you like the most so far? Ellie's or Chases?
Thank you Cindy and Saffeyah for pulling through for me and editing this chapter :D