This chapter is truly all over the place and is kinda like "what the fuck is this bullshit that I kinda enjoy?!"
Chase had his first therapy session. It wasn't the worse thing in the world.
It went well enough for him to schedule his next appointment for a week later, what the therapist dictated how frequently he should come in.
Chase received a text from Max to come over after, urgently. He blinks but responded back that he'll be over as soon as possible.
He was borrowing his mom's car, so hopefully it wouldn't be too long. She doesn't know he quit yet, so maybe she'll assume he's going to work.
As Chase drove to Max's house, he grew worried. Why did Max need him there so urgently? Was he okay? Hurt? Horny...?
His mind was full of wonders as he drove to Max's house.
When he got there, he saw an unfamiliar vehicle. It wasn't his dad's, or Mandy's, or Devon's... Skylar's? Why would that be urgent though?
Chase left the car, walking towards the house. His brows were knitted together in confusion, glancing back at the odd vehicle.
He knocked on the door, hearing voices inside. A voice he didn't recognize.
It took a moment for the door to open. Max eyes widened, he sighs in relief, grabbing Chase's hand.
"Hey, are-"
"Who the hell is he?"
Chase turned his head, his eyes meeting odd brown ones. He stared at the teen boy in front of him, scowling. "I'm his boyfriend." Chase's face hardened even more, this guy seemed like he'd piss Chase off. "Who the hell are you."
The brunette boy crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. "Zachary."
Oh! So this is fucking Zachary?! Why the fuck is he here?! With my fucking boyfriend?
"Are you bothering Max?"
"He's the one-"
"It's a yes/no question, Zachary. Are you bothering my boyfriend?" Chase hisses, his blood beginning to boil. It was crazy how easily he switched to protective mode. The brunette didn't answer. "Max, baby, is he bothering you?"
The blonde gulps, unable to form words. He just stood there, nodding once.
"Why are you bothering Max?"
Zachary rolled his eyes in the most disgusting way possible. He looked disgusting. "He hasn't answered my text."
"Well, why were you texting him?"
"We had a deal!"
Max scoffs loudly, "and apart of the deal was to break it off if one of us started dating someone, dumbass! And you were fucking Shelby too!"
Chase blinks. He's never heard Max yell or sound so bitter. Not even when he snaps at Mandy to keep it down while doing the deed with Devon.
"I only fucked Shelby once!"
What the actual fuck is going on?!
"You came here to complain about him not texting you back?!" How fucking childish. Zachary didn't reply, Chase knew that wasn't the reason. Chase's eyes then widened, glaring knives at the boy. "You came here to try and fuck him?!"
Zachary waved Chase off. "It's a deal we have."
Chase really couldn't believe this guy. He seriously came here, most likely unannounced, just the ask Max to fuck because of a "deal" that ended? And he is going to still try after Chase, Max's fucking boyfriend, came over?!
