Just A Game

16. Only Human

The car stopped on the side of the school's sidewalk. Mother told me I'd have to start going back to my therapy sessions now that dad's in the hospital. She wanted me to start today after school which basically meant I wouldn't be able to hang with my friends afterwards. I couldn't blame her though. She just didn't want to see me fall apart again especially after already losing a loved one. It's not that I'm going to fall into depression but if my dad would not wake up ever, there was a definite 50/50 chance on being drawn into the state I was in after my grandma had died and after my huge breakup with Shane. Mom was looking out for me and the least I wanted to do was disobey her when she's at her weakest even if she didn't want to admit it.

I turned my head to the side to face the driver's seat. His face glowed in the sunlight seeping through the car's windows. His cherry red lips were parted and his hazel eyes were sparkling. As always, the hair was messy yet again but I loved it that way, even though I'd never confess that to him.

"So tell me why you're driving a car again?" I sighed with a small smile. He had told me short versions on why already, saying that his bike's in the shop because something had happened to it. It was hard to believe because in one of our conversations he told me he was great in auto shop. Maybe his bike was too complicated for him.

"The carburetor is delivering too much air" He let out a breath turning to face me giving me a full view of his face's profile. I looked away so he couldn't see me blush and waited for him to go on "I don't know what happened. I think an end pipe is messed up or something"

There was something in voice that told me something was up. The way he squeaked out the last part and pushed the words out quickly. Well, it's probably nothing.

"This is all too funny" I chuckled palming my forehead. Chase and cars didn't mix. I knew that because he talked about how much he used to hate driving a car when he first got his permits and Principal Turner would drive with him. He said his dad was always nagging him on how to drive the car right and on top of that there were ignorant people on the street. Plus, all Chase ever talks about is motorcycles. I'm even surprised he trusted a mechanic with his bike.

"What's funny?" I heard shuffling so I turned my head towards him to find him leaning over the console directly in my face. He was so close I could feel his breath fanning over my lips. My cheeks flamed as I watched him roll his bottom lip in his mouth, biting it. His eyes flickered from my lips up to meet my eyes. Chase was trying to kill me with his looks.

"J-just that you don't um, like cars. Ironic you're driving one now" I stammered. I mentally face palmed, how much more obvious could I be? A smile tugged on his lips as he found humor in me fidgeting uncomfortably in my seat.

"You're right. I hate cars" He let out a soft chuckle "But" Chase brought his palm up to my cheek causing me to gasp as he stroked it gently. "On my bike, I couldn't do this"

Without me even realizing it, Chase was leaning in. I had kissed Chase maybe two or three times, maybe one more than that, I can't remember. But Chase was about to kiss me again and considering everything that's been going on, feeling his lips on mine sounded like the best over-the-counter reliever.

He teased me, blowing light warm air over my mouth. I moved in but he moved back which made me slightly disappointed but then he dipped his head back in, planting a soft kiss on my chin before grasping my bottom lip and tugging at it between his teeth.

I couldn't take his teasing anymore. I pressed my lips on his screwing my eyes shut as I did so. I moved my head back to observe his face, preparing myself for him to show any signs in rejection but he never did. I forced my lips back onto is, kissing him with all I had. These last few weeks have been torture not kissing him yet having him with me most of the time.