Corpse Boy//Christopher Mccrory

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Weeks later

"Dad! I'm home!" I yell up the stairs , hoping for a reply. I wait, but I got no answer.

Dad have been working hard these past weeks and he haven't really been at home. I can't blame him though. It must be tough to find a new job quickly as possible to being able to give us food and a proper home for us all.

"Rose!"

Dad?

"I like you to meet someone."

I was taken back to suprise that after all these weeks of hardcore working, he tell me to meet someone.

I follow his voice as I see him smiling proudly and holding his arm around a tall familiar boy. My memory are failing, making me feel old even though I'm just 17.

His eyes were blue green ish and he's definitely a eyecandy. He has dark brown almost black hair and it's styled like in an quiff.His fashion style is amazing too.

His features is oddly familiar, making me think hard and try to remember where I've been seeing his features.

"This is Chase Corpson, Son of my boss."

OH FUCK.
You can't be more stupider than that, Rose. Of course it is the corpse boy who is standing beside my amazingly short dad, who's struggling to keep his little arm around his tall shoulders.

Corpse boy huh..

"You introducing me to son of your boss, smooth." I begin, crossing my arms.
Me trying to be confident, have never end any good so I hope I won't make myself into a totally jackass.

He smile and mixed it with some laughter.

"Rose, If I'm right. You good father here told me to come with him so he could talk buisness." He gave me a polite smile that almost look too fake to believe.

I act back

"Oh is that right? Why not talk to his boss instead of his son?"

I won that one for sure.

"My dad is on a trip and told me to step in whenever I'm not studying."

Crap.

"Is that so?" Acting like I didn't care to just have failed that argument.

He nod giving a little smirk, signing that I have given up.

I wanted to huff,but swallow the urge.

"Well, this is Rosabell Jackson, my lovely kindhearted daughter." He gave me the warning look.
I smile back.

"But I like being called Rose,thank you."
His smirk never leave his lips as he turn to my dad.

"Well, I'll be going now."

"No, stay for dinner. We're going to have steak with wine." My dad insisted.

"No it's okay." Me and Chase say at the sometimes. My dad shakes his head for nod.

"I insist. I make the dinner while you can hang out with Rose while wating."

He sound happy and mother like, it's honestly scary. What is he planning? Getting a promotion? Probably.

Chase followed closely behind me to my room. I open the door and he face my half done room. I haven't get anytime to pack everything out.

"Yeah, he told me you guys moved from Seattle to here." He begin.

I sat down on my bed, traced my eyes on him as I see him studying the room.

"It looks like a typical geek room." He chuckle.

I roll my eyes.

"Geek is the less used words people call me."

"What's the others?" He look at me , smirking.

"Back home, emo, hooker, garbage and piece of crap. But here, nothing yet."

He raise his eyebrows, crossing his arms.

"You don't look like a hooker, though."

"I take that as a compliment." I state. He shake his head.

"My point is that you look like a virgin with justin bieber as your 'totally bae'." he laugh, mimicking a little girl as he state the 'totally bae'.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're the 'corpse' boy?"

"I prefer the playboy." He smirk.

I roll my eyes as I find that ridiculous statement of his.

"sure."

"But yeah, that's me. So what's your point?" He furrow his eyebrow, standing right in front of me, still having his arms crossed.

"Why? Why do people call you that." I knew kinda why, but wanted to make sure it wasn't just a rumour. I needed to know from the corpse himself.

His smirk turn to a frown and came closer to me.

"Why should I tell you?"

I felt a lump in my throat, which I was now trying hard to swallow.

"You know, I'm curious."

"Then stop being curious." He snaps, making me take back of suprise.

He take step closer, as he cup my cheeks. His eyes looks deeply in mine as I feel the world stops.

I couldn't do anything, I froze.

"Don't ask again, before I let you." He backs away, and walks out from my room.

What the hell just happened?