Selina Smith
I quickly run upstairs after that... swim, I had with Chase. I was practically sweating, I mean, I had just made out with him and pecked him on the cheek as a thanks for it.
He must think there is summat wrong with me now. I change out of my drenched night clothes, and run downstairs to put them straight in the washing machine. I did it at the worst time possible, Chase had just come out of the pool and walked in the kitchen, soaking wet, rubbing his towel to dry his hair. I walk past him and head into the laundry room. He leans on the door frame, crossing his arms.
"You can just put them in your hamper" he points out, clenching the towel in his hands.
"Do you not know nothing?" I say to him, trying to be offensive, "if you leave wet clothes with dry clothes, fungi will appear"
"Oh, shit, right, put mine in too" he asks, turns his back and takes of his shorts, wow, nice ass, shit, Selina shut the actual fuck up. He wraps his towel around his waist and hands me his shorts. I put them both in, and set it for 30 minutes.
"You going to the party?" He asks still leaning on the door frame, is he gonna pretend it never happened, I mean good, but at least tell me if it's ok and I'll forget, but I'm not gonna bring it up, under any circumstances.
"Mmm, not really a party person" I explain to him.
"You mean you've never been to a party because your parents won't let you" he says, smirking.
"Yeah that why" I mumble, hoping he doesn't hear me.
"Well I'll take you" he offers.
I look back at him like he's got 2 heads, "gives you a chance to make more friends" he replies in an annoying singy-songy tone.
"Whatever" I mutter, night, Chase" I say before heading up.
The next morning...
The party starts at 9 and Chase is still bending my ear over it. "Are you gonna come then, I never got a response" he asks, eating his toast. "Ugh, fine, seeing as your doing my head in over it, but I'm not drinking" I point out to him.
"Suit yourself" he says widening his eyes and looking down at his phone.
After eating, I head up to my room, I'm expecting a phone call, my mum.
"Hi mum" I say as I answer the phone on the 2 ring. "Oh, darling, your father is doing my absolute head in" she says, no hi, no I love you, no, everything's always about her.
"Oh, how sad?" I say, trying, but fucking failing, to show sympathy.
"Of course you don't care about me" she snaps abruptly.
"Wow, mum, ok, maybe because I think that your in the wrong, like you've always been your entire life, like I love dad and you just have to make everything about you all the time, treating me like actual shit no your fucking shoe and then asking me to do things for you, you know I'm not your skivvy, my god, Chase was right about everything, how I shouldn't live up to peoples expectations, especially yours, you expect too much from me and I'm sick of it, ok, you drop me off at strangers houses all my life, not giving me a second thought about how it will impact my life, I've basically been raised by strangers, and your trying to make this conversation about you, the fuck is wrong with you, you've never actually cared about me, right? You take the piss about how my birth made you ill and never even thought about how I would feel you used to say how "oh your a parasite that sucked the life out of me" wow, so funny wasn't it, mum, I cried myself to sleep every single fucking night, knowing that my mum, my own blood, doesn't give 2 shits about me, god it was all so pathetic how I used to carry the grief of making you ill and I used to try and get your approval, I'd even slit my wrists for you, and this is how you treat me, well you know what, fuck you and fuck that!"
I ended up giving my mum the whole package, but the gist of it was that she'd treated me like shit and pretending nothing happened. She put the phone down without saying anything.
I didn't cry, I held it all in, I'm going to a fucking party, I can't cry. I pulled out my nice, deep red dress. It was a little shorter than my kneecaps, but I liked it, I pulled my tights on, I've always been insecure about my body, thanks to my mum.
I fix my makeup and go downstairs to see Chase on his phone, he looks up and smiles, "shall we?" He opens the door and lets me go first, "such a gentleman" I say sarcastically.
We land there a little after 10 and I get out, I'd never been to a party, so I didn't know what to do exactly. My plan was to get drunk and dance, I didn't wanna give my mum another thought.
I start to drink, loads. I felt tipsy and sat down for a second I see Chase speaking to Zoe, he doesn't look at me, and I'm glad he doesn't. "Yeah, I know, he's such a bastard" someone sits next to me, "Nick" he says holding his hand out. "Sel-" I hiccup, shaking his hand, "mmm, hand to many drinks" I say, he laughs in my response "had".
"Mmm, that's what I said" I place a hand on his shoulder. I hear the song 'Fantasy' by D-Block Europe come on and I instantly went to dance. I wanted to forget everything. Every good, bad, beautiful, ugly thing, I wanted to forget it. I was drunk as fuck, because I'm not the type to make a scene in public places.
I go to sit down when the song finishes, I place my ass next to Nick. "Can I have your number?" I hear him ask, I pull out my phone and hand it to him, he types his number in and hands me my phone back "ththanks" I slur as I see Chase looking at me like he wants to murder me. I drunkly wave at him.
I go out and check my phone, till I feel a hand gently wrap around my arm, I tip over to my side, "woah" Chase holds out both hands to support me from falling. "Are you ok?" He asks, "mmm, I- hup I rank too much" I slur out. "I thought you weren't gonna drink?" He asks frowning at me. "Well.... I did" I say.
"Why?" He asks more concerned.
"Phf, like you'd care, your more worrying about a girl touched you than anything else" I say to him, pushing him away to walk.
I ended up almost falling flat on my fucking face, but Chase wraps an arm around my waist, "ok, I think it's time to go" he tells me, guiding me to the car. I climb in and place my head on the dashboard. It was a short drive and by the time we get there it was 3 in the fucking morning. Chase opens the door and lets me go first. I fucking stumble as I climb the stairs.
"Ok" Chase says picking me up into his arms, I know I was drunk but I managed to wrap an arm around his neck.
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Oof, she's got Nick's number, is Chase jealous?
We found out some juicy info about Selina in that argument she had with her mum, how sad!
Chase better be there for her in the next chapter
DBE though, 😍😍😍😍😍❤️🔥
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