Lucky

Chapter 12: Clover

I hate driving.

I'll do it don't get me wrong, like last week when I left chase in the parking lot. When my mind is distracted from thinking about it too much it means that I don't panic but when I have to drive myself somewhere and I know I'm going to have to drive myself somewhere. It's a whole different ball game.

Sitting in the driving seat of Chases G-wagon I reach for the steering wheel only to pull back before I touch it and lean against the soft leather seats. The man has two freaking cars.

I would ask chase to drive me or get an Uber but I'm not allowed an Uber because of safety and chase is off at a meeting but I'm guessing thats super secret code for killing a mother trucker.

I wipe my sweaty hands on my pretty blue maxi skirt and twiddle a ring around my finger. I can do this. I need to do this. My shift at the bakery starts in 15 minutes, and I can't be late.

I hum to try and distract myself but it doesn't seem to be working. Stupid car and it's stupid largeness. I mean does a car really have to be this big. It took me 5 fricking minutes to get in the annoying death trap.

I sit for another few minutes before coming to the realization that I can't do it and getting out the car. I swing the keys around my finger and lock the doors and then I set off on my walk. It takes about 20 or so minutes to walk but that's way better than driving. I'm more likely to die driving anyway. That's been proven before.

Crossing the road I wave at the florist opposite the fancy apartments where chase lives and she waves back. I would stop and talk to her but I have to get to work. I try speed walking but run out of breath after 30 seconds and just accept the fact that I'm going to be late.

If any of my family knew I was walking in my current situation with this cockroach of a stalker then they'd probably have a bunch of heart attacks but it's fine because I'm A okay.

"Clover what the hell!" It's almost like I can hear chase telling  me off. I hum to myself as I walk down the sidewalk stopping to flip a lady bug back onto its legs.

"Clover!" My imagination is so lifelike sometimes.

A honk grabs my attention and i smile sheepishly as I realize that it wasn't my imagination.  Chase is actually leaning out the side of his car window and shouting at me, causing a line of cross New Yorkers to pile up behind him.

He gives them the finger as people start to honk and revs the engine of his Lamborghini. I roll my eyes and throw my arms up in question.

"What?" I mouth feeling slightly embarrassed as people look between chase and I in confusion.

"Get in the car" he mouths back and I shake my head and turn away from him to keep getting to work. He pulls up next to me and narrows his eyes as I wave at him in acknowledgment and keep going. I hear him angrily step out his car after parking it on the side of the road between a dodgy looking yellow Audi and an old mini van. His car looks out of place.

He's going to make me get in the car and I already feel panicky at the thought of it. I'm too focused on it now.

He grabs my shoulder and spins me to face and so I do the only logical thing I can think of. I scream.

"Stranger danger! I don't know this man!" He glares at me intensely and an old lady stops and looks at us funny.

"Are you quite all right dear?" She asks and chase rolls his eyes. I watch as she looks into the maniac beside me's eyes and cowers away. I whack him on the arm.

"Don't glare at old People" I scold him and he only lets out a grunt at my request. So grumpy.

"Don't walk away from me" I narrow my eyes at him and he mirrors my actions.

"Don't touch me" I shrug his arm off my shoulder but he just grabs my hand instead.

"Don't make me" he replies and i stick my tongue out at him.

"Get in the car" he demands and I shoot him a worried look. I feel the color flush from my face and his brows pull together in confusion.

"No" I quip and he lets out a sigh.

"Clover come on, we've got dinner with the family tonight anyway, make life easier for me" he reminds me and a smile lights up my face after remembering that I'll be seeing my family tonight.

"I don't want to get in the car"

"Clover get in the fucking car"

I drop my head and look down at my shoes, unshed tears coat my eyes and I feel chases eyes burn a hole in my head from how hard he's freaking staring.

"Please Chase" I resort to a whisper when he starts to pull me by my hand towards the car.

He looks down at me and something crosses his eyes. His expression softens for a split second before going back to its normal emotionless state.

He lets out a sigh and drags a hand down his face.

"Fine" he says and I hold up my hand.

"High five!" I shout but he doesn't high five me backs

"Catch my knuckles?" I hold up my fist, he just looks at me unimpressed.

"Okay then, see ya later alligator!" I tell him as I whip around and hurry my bum up so I'm not too late for work.

After 5 or so minutes I turn around to check the time on the clock I just walked past because I left my phone at chases when I double over in surprise.

"You scared the living jellies out of me" I declare to chase, who has apparently been following me the whole time and I had no clue.

"Hell" he says and I tilt my head in confusion.

"The saying....it's not scared the living jellies it's scared the living hell" he corrects and I curl my upper lip in distaste. That sounds so boring. Ew

"Okay mr clever clogs, stop following. I already have a stalker" I tell him but he just shakes his head an continues to walk on ahead of me.

"Come on short stack, you're going to be late for work" I already am, I hurry to catch up with his long strides as he scans his eyes over his phone.

"What time are we leaving for dinner tonight?" I ask him and he informs me that we're leaving at 6:30

"My shift finishes at 5" I tell him and he hums in acknowledgment.

"I'll pick you up" he replies and I tense.

Don't think about it

We stop outside the bakery and I look up at chase.

"Thanks for walking with me" he grunts and his phone starts ringing.

"Be ready for when I pick you up, I get fuckin' bored hanging around for you" I feel guilty for a second about making him wait and go to tell him that he doesn't have to pick me up but he's already walking off with the phone to his ear.

He really likes to crush my vibe. Stupid fricking airhead.

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Not my best work guys but I'm tired as hell, obviously I have to update for you lovely's though!

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