The Boy Who Called Me His

Chapter 10

Waking up today was a challenge, lets face it, everyone hates Mondays. It also didn't help that I had no clue how Chase would act when he saw me and what I had drawn the previous day hadn't left my mind completely, leaving my sleep last night extremely restless.

Dragging myself up from my bed, I sluggishly headed to my bathroom, my feet hit the tiled floor instantly feeling becoming cold, yearning for the warmth of my bed and carpeted bedroom floor. I dashed towards my shower, needing the supply of heat. I adjusted the nozzle making the water practically burning against my fragile skin. I could feel my tense muscles loosening as the water pelted against my body bringing me the needed heat that allowed me to continue in the morning.

After my heavenly shower I got dressed into a random t-shirt and paring it with a black pair jeans with rips at the knees. Grabbing the needed supplies for school and after having breakfast I was ready to go.

As I arrived at the school my nerves were practically eating me alive. My heart was thudding against my chest and my palms were sweeting. Every time a guy spoke or a noise was made, I would turn and jump in the direction it came from scared to see if the sound had come from Chase. I didn't know why I was this nerves I had been going to this school for almost four years and even with my low social status I was never this nerves.

I walked into school with head down trying to blend into the crowd becoming unnoticeable and identifiable. I don't know why I tried so hard; I've been unnoticed for my whole life, I didn't even need to try anymore. I quickly rushed into the school to grab my books and head to calculus. I had been dreading this ever since I woke up and heading into the class with Chase was a virtual nightmare. I dreaded to see his reaction of me.

I slumped into my seat, the classroom practically empty besides one other person. I didn't realise how early I was, people wouldn't be showing up until at least another 10 minutes. Pulling my phone and earphones out, resting me head on the table and listening to some music to ease my stress. Students slowly started to fill in, it edged closer for the start of class, my heart was going ballistic racing and running around in my chest. Time ticked but there was still no sign of Chase. Time was passing 5 minutes, the teacher walked into class starting up the lesson, 10 minutes we were  already heavily into our first activity and at 20 minutes I figured he was coming. 

To say I was mad was an understatement. I wasn't mad at anyone pacifically only just at myself. The fact that I had gotten so worked up over something so stupid and small, irritated me. Thinking about it now Chase doesn't care about me and he probably wouldn't even want to talk to me after meeting my family. Chase had never paid any attention to me before, why would he now? I know it was weird that he has helped me numerous times in the past few weeks but I know those were just odd coincidences, but I know they wouldn't mean anything to him. Even though I say this, I couldn't help but think why was I getting so worked up about this and why hasn't he left my mind since he left on the Saturday.

The day slowly passed uneventfully. I ate lunch with Molly, went to my classes, the end of the day came and everyone dispersed. I was now walking home, hoping that the same car that had Chase perched in the front sending spitting comments at me while driving passed and offering lifts like before, but sadly that wouldn't happen and didn't happen.

Even though there was a slight relief that I didn't see him today, I couldn't help but wished he would've turned up.  

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I woke up that next day feeling glum; I did my morning usual routine with nothing but a unhappy scowl written on my face and headed off to school with an equally moody look. I arrived at school earlier then usual, which was seeming as if it was becoming a trend in my life and headed to class, the room was empty. I studied the dim lit classroom analysing the worn desks with multiple doodles and engrave-mints sketched onto it and the large windows letting the only stream of light pour in. I slugged over to the one of the seats directly next to the window, wanting to let myself spy on my peers as they continued there everyday life. I peered out the window viewing the other students as if they were an animal spices on a wildlife television channel. They were completely different to me hanging out in their herds of people, chatting and talking, I didn't have many friends and I had never new what it was like to go out to parties or any social gatherings.