This was something I dreamed about, consistently. For the past two years, I've fantasized about walking into the cafeteria holding hands with Chase. Every time, there were eyes on us, wondering just how long this has been going on, or even thanking the heavens we finally admitted our feelings to each other. Not once did the eyes on us feel menacing.
As soon as we walked past the double doors the entire student body stopped talking. You could hear the click of a pen it was that quiet. The populars seemed to be shooting daggers into the back of my head. The not-so-populars at least seemed a little more accepting, even though you could feel the rage radiating off of them. It's a very off-putting feeling. I'm used to being hated just for being friends with Chase, but this brought hate to a whole new level. I'm not even sure if it's hate anymore.
This was quickly turning into a nightmare.
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Go Up in Ashes
FanfictionChase Hudson is my best friend, which means I'll do anything for him. Being secretly in love with him has me wanting to do so much more. Which is the entire reason why I say yes when he asks me to be his human blood bag after being turned into a vam...
