Just A Game

7. Trust No One

It's been six days and counting since the last time I saw Chase. Our senior break due to no testing was sadly over now and everything was back to its regularities. Drea, Kurt and I were all together the next day after everything with Chase went down. We chilled by Kurt's, watching T.V and eating junk all day long. Kurt eventually had to leave because there he was being harassed by his friends to go play ball with his team. Drea and I had no problem with that so we decided we'd just go back to my place and continue our day of laziness.

And that was all. Same routine every day, nothing new and exciting. I regret spending all of senior break doing nothing. Talia's party would've been a blast if you-know-who hadn't shown up. Chase and I could've been probably be hanging out at least a few more times if I hadn't overdramatized the fact that he kept trying to get something out of me. Like answers I guess.

I mean was it really all my fault? Chase was being too insistent. And he did trick me into going out with him that day. He didn't trick you. Yes he did. I didn't know him and the person I know as myself would never in a million years hop on the back of a motorcycle with a guy she met in less than 48 hours to go God knows where.

It was his fault we got into that argument.

Not mine. It couldn't be.

Could it?

Drea parked in our usual parking space and cut the engine.

"Are you ever going to tell me what happened to Chase?" She inquired. As if I didn't know what she was talking about, I shrugged and asked

"What happened to Chase?"

Drea groaned from next to me, spitting curse words but she dropped the subject and got out of the car with me.

The minute Drea spotted Kurt from the parking lot, she ditched me running full speed and tackling Kurt like a football player. Oh no. I ran over to them pulling Drea off of Kurt.

"Why didn't you call me last night? What have you been up to?" Drea kept asking questions left to right not caring that everyone outside that goes here are watching her.

"Babe, can we talk about this later?" Kurt asked from the ground looking up at a raging Drea.

"You want to talk about this later? No, how about we talk about this relationship skating on thin ice later, Capiche?" Drea seemed really mad about this and it made me wonder, what did she mean about her 'relationship skating on thin ice'? I gave Kurt a sympathetic smile before running after Drea who was trudging the front steps of the entrance to the school.

"Hey missy, what was all of that about?"

"What was all what about?" She acted oblivious.

"You going spasmodic"

"Kurt's being a jerkface, that's all" She replied quickening her steps.