Different Thoughts [ WEEKLYCHRIS | CHRIS COLLINS ]

Chap 23.

[ Anna's POV ]

I roll my eyes at him again and exhale. "You were talking about murdering Jack and you basically told me that having me as your girlfriend is all part of 'the plan'," I say, making air quotes. 

Chris pales a little and gulps loudly. "Is there more? Did I tell you anything about Jack?" I pick my nails mindlessly and flip my hair over my shoulder. "Why are you so worried suddenly? Scared that I will know about your plan or something?" His plan of getting in my pants of course. He probably made a bet with his stupid soccer friends. 

"No, I don't have any plans. I'm with you because I like you, Anna," Chris groans and brushes a hand through his perfect I-just-woke-up-hair, "and I just wanna know what else I said. More stupid things, maybe? So I can apologize. And maybe... some Tylenol." Lies. He's full of them.

Oh, right. I forgot his hangover due to the messy thoughts in my head. I need to find Jessica, they're pretty close, so she probably knows about his 'plan'.

I look at Chris, who's still waiting for my answer. "We don't have anything here, maybe you could go to Jack or one of your other immature friends."

Chris knits his eyebrows together and prevents me from walking further by standing in front of me. "Um, Jack lives back in LA."

"I thought you cut off all the contact with your past? It made you think about your dad, remember?" I raise my eyebrows and put my hand on my hip. "Now we're at it, you can tell me all the things you haven't told me so I can decide if I actually want to break up with you." I chuckle inwardly, I know I'm in too deep to even think about breaking up, I just want him to panic.

Worry flashes through his green eyes and his eyes widen for a second. "No! There's nothing more. Why are you suddenly talking about breaking up? Couples fight all the time. It means you care about each other." I roll my eyes for the thousandth time this day and finish packing without saying anything.

"Don't fucking roll your eyes at me," a low growl escapes from his throat as he takes a step forward, which results in me taking one back.

"Go. Away."

"No, make me."

"Chris, please go. I barely got any sleep yesterday and I really want to spend some time with Jane and Chanel," I say calmly, trying to stay angry.

"Anna, do you really have to go?" Chris asks softly with his bottom lip a little pouted. Cute fucker is trying to stop me from going to Jane's.

"Yes, but I'm going to Jason's first. He has one of my shirts, I think," I say, not even realizing how that sounds. My eyes widen when I see Chris's angry expression, his fists balled by his side. "Oh God, not like that," I say quickly, putting my hands on my face. "I spilled my drink when I was at his house one time and he gave me something to wear while his mom was washing my shirt. And then I just forgot about it. He texted this morning, saying that he found my shirt in his closet." I was at his house a while ago, when we were fighting and I didn't want to go back and ask for my shirt. It was weird just seeing him after finding out he cheated. But now that he apologized and we made up, I'll give him a chance to be my friend again. 

Chris raises his eyebrows and folds his arms. "When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?" He's getting annoyed, which makes me laugh. He really should quit stalling me.

This is a pretty ironic conversation, if you ask me. Since he doesn't tell me anything about his past. "I could ask you the same thing, Chris," I say sarcastically, only pissing him off more. I know he hates it when I'm being sarcastic with him, just as much as he hates it when I'm around Jason. "And Jason is just a friend now. I was at his house for a project a while ago. I don't cheat, remember? You know that Jason cheated on me and I wouldn't do that to you."