This chapter is mainly just snippets of little parts of time skips. It's not crappy, it's just kinda all of the place.
Chase wasn't ready to go back to school. Everyone's schedule was switched around a bit, he still had English with Max, he now had last period gym with him.
He wasn't sure if he was annoyed with that or not.
Chase licks a piece of toilet paper, wiping off the dried blood from his thighs. He forgot to do it last night and this morning, he was extremely tired.
He threw the toilet paper in the toilet before flushing it. He cringed, he needed to stop taking so many laxatives whenever he binged.
Chase was pretty sure he shits out part of his organs half the time...
That's what dysnterry is, dumb fuck. You can't get it from laxatives!
Says who? Wikipedia?
Chase left the bathroom, glad no one came in. He swears it was a war going on in his stomach.
"Did you get l-lost?"
Chase snorts, plopping down in his seat. "Something like that." Max hums, plugging his earbud back in, one still out. "What are you listening to?"
"Oh, Crazy by Makeout." Max handed Chase an earbud, turning the music down a bit. "It's my sisters favorite song and I kinda like it."
"It has a nice...beat?" Max nodded in agreement, doodlings swirls and shapes. "Why do you doodle, if you don't mind me asking?"
Maxwell puts the pencil down, glancing at me. "It just keeps my hands busy, I guess. I'm not sure, I just do it a lot... I wouldn't say it's a h-habit... B-bu-but..."
The blonde closes his mouth to stop his stuttering. Chase nodded and smiled in understanding.
Chase noticed how Max instinctively and unintentionally tapped his knee to the beat of the song.
The dark haired boy's stomach made the oddest noises. It felt like something was moving around inside of him.
Fucking laxatives.
Or I'm pregnant.
How? You're a top...
It could happen. One of those one in a million chance things.
Shut the fuck up.
I'm hungry.
"Do you want me to change this song?" Chase didn't realize a different song came on, it's was iffy compared to Crazy. Chase shrugs. Max nodded and did. He gasps softly. "I love this song!"
Chase waited a moment to see if the song sounded familiar. He noticed that Max and Winter had very similar music taste.
But Chase thought it was funny because he'd never expected Max to listen to this kind of music. He was so shy and seemed innocent.
He expected Max to listen to soft music, maybe piano or instrumental jazz. Not screamos about commiting arson.
But Chase kinda liked it.
"What's the name of it?"
"Helena."
Chase nodded, he's sworn he heard it before. Probably from Winter.
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Chase sat on his hands, trying to distract his brain. Nothing popped up other than his negative thoughts.
