My Best Friend was a Werewolf

Chapter 13: Chase Got it Over With

I had imagined the day that Chase admitted he had a crush on me about a million times. Every time it ended differently. Sometimes we would instantly get over it and other times we never spoke again. I would have never dreamt it to gone down the way it did.

It was a Sunday back in Memphis. We left home behind with some sad eyes. Things had been really nice over the remainder of spring break. After their trip, Carver and Chase even appeared to be somewhat friendly to one another. Chase had an easy full moon and the way he talked made me think he actually made some friends and I had hope that he was finally feeling comfortable with his new life. Maybe he was feeling too comfortable.

"Amelia, I need to tell you something."

Those words told me exactly where things were going. I felt a wave of dread sweep over my body, replacing the comfort I had felt being within the four walls of my apartment. Chase's visit was unexpected. I had seen him last when I had dropped him off at his own apartment and I wasn't planning on seeing him again until physics class on Monday.

"Okay..." I responded after I regained my composure. We were standing in the foyer after I had invited him in.

I should have known something was up from the moment I even saw him on my porch. He looked normal in his jeans and black t-shirt, but it was his eyes that threw me off. They somehow looked terrified and determined at the same time.

My brain was plotting ways to get him off topic or delay his words. I could bring up classes or his case of lycanthropy. Maybe he would drop it if I mentioned Carver's name. Those green eyes told me anything would be useless. He had made up him mind and today was the day. I eased my thoughts when I realized this could be the end of the torture I had been experiencing. We could get it over with and move on. This could be a good thing.

I shouldn't have been so optimistic.

"Look, Amelia," Chase said. He shoved his hands in his jean pockets. "I have to get this off my chest and I have to do it now."

"Alright," I said slowly.

Chase looked away from me and took his hands out of his pockets. He looked so unsure of himself for a moment and then he turned back to me. I hated seeing all the emotion in his eyes. It was making me feel guilty before he even said anything.

"I'm sure you already know this, but I need to say it out loud," Chase said. He took a deep breath. "I like you, Amelia."

He didn't need to explain himself any further. I knew how he meant it and I hated how he already looked defeated. I hated that I was hurting him and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I felt horrible.

Chase squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment. "And I get it."

"Chase..." I whispered.

"I know there's like the smallest chance that you feel the same way," Chase said. He looked up and shook his head. "Hell, it's probably impossible. I just need to know though. I need to know what you're feeling or if you've ever felt anything..."

There was nothing I could say that wouldn't hurt him. I hated this. I wanted nothing more than to escape from this conversation.

"Chase, I..."

"Be honest with me, Amelia," Chase pleaded. "Just do it."

I let out a sigh. "You're my best friend, Chase. I've never felt anything more than that and I don't think I can."

He nodded and his eyes fell to the floor.

"But you're my best friend," I said quickly. "And that isn't going to change, ever. I want you in my life and I do care about you."