High Hopes (Chris Motionless)

Objects In the Mirror

(A/n: Okay so before I start this chapter, I just wanted to let you all know that I will start writing this story in third person also. Telling you this now would cause less confusion. It would undiplomatic of me to leave that out before I start this chapter. There will also be first and second person kept also but I thought that third person would make it better, enhancement wise. So my narration will be put in italics so less confusion will be made. The characters' cogitations will not be in italics. And also, thanks for the 1k reads! It means a heap of a lot to me.)

Arabella POV

Before Chris found out that Andy and Arabella were dating, he began to posses a feeling of self-doubt like he knew that things will never work out with Arabella ever again. Him and Devin got closer as expected because they both wanted to be close with her again but in different ways. Never had he ever thought that he would astray from his close contact with Arabella but he did know that Andy would keep her from him.

Chris started to ignore me and it was obvious that it was because I was dating Andy. Its not my fault that he didn't make any moves. I wanted him too! On top of that I lost my best friend in the process. All he to me now is a house mate which makes me sad. Andy understands that it will take some time for me to be public with him in front of Chris.

"What's up my otp?" Charles beams. Charles was the captain of the football team, a huge douche, but a sweetheart at times when it comes to certain people. "There's a party tonight, you guys up for it? You need to be there particularly Arabella because you're the plug,"

The plug is a source from which to score drugs, principally marijuana. But in this case, everything substantially.

"Actually Bells and I had our own plans for tonight," Andy states wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Yeah, I'll meet you outside by the bikes near the crosswalk. I'll be there five minutes after the bell rings,"

"Alright, I'll see you guys later," Charles hugs me and then daps Andy up before leaving to his 6th period. I could feel Chris eyes bore into my back as a turn around,back to my seat in front of him.

"So you're a drug dealer now, Bells?" he asks tranquil. "I thought you were better than that?,"

"That's none of your business, Cerulli!" I squint causing him to shake him head hastily biting his lip. "Since when did you ever care what I did?"

"I always cared what you did. Don't even try to say I didn't take interest in what you did,"

"Fuck off!" I say harshly.

I could feel his hand lightly touch my shoulder as Andy brushes it off.

"She said, fuck off. I think that's what you should do,"

"You stay out of this, prick," Chris says, banging his fist on his desk. His eyes fix back into my softly and I blink slowly, chewing the inside of my lip.

"Can-," he starts, pausing after a moment. "Can we talk after school? I'll drive you home, you know I don't mind-"

"I do!" Andy interrupts.

I look over at Andy and he reads my facial expression that lets him know he needs to stay out of this and calm down.

"Okay," I breathe. "Meet me by my locker after school. We can leave together,"

He nods and we wait for the teacher to begin his lecture.

***

"Andy," I start closing my locker. "You need to leave. I'll talk to you when I get home okay,"

"Babe I don't want you around him. He wants you back. What makes you think that I want you around your fucking ex?"

"Don't talk to her like that," a voice says behind me.

"Here he goes..." Andy trails off. His body was now resting on my locker and his foot was crossed over the other. I place one hand on his cheek as his hand slides around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He sighs. "Whatever. I'll see you soon, babe,"

I give him a quick peck on the lips and walk off with Chris.

"So," he smiles. "Coffee?"

"Actually, I-, wait no, coffee sounds great,"

"Good. I thought you were gonna make a change in plans for a moment,"

I let out a soft laugh and he smiles again. "You always smile nowadays,"

"Only when I'm with you,"

I punch his arm playfully and we get inside his car. He throws his backpack in the backseat and I do the same. "You're the sweetest guy ever,"

"Oh, really?" he says sardonically. "Andy isn't the sweetest guy to you?"

"He's a different kind of sweet,"

"What kind of sweet am I then?"

"You are-" I pause thinking of a word. "You're more compassionate, and tender. I love that about you,"

"Aww, you're so...sweet," he mocks. Like the tasty sweet. You're lips, tongue-"

"Alright, Chris. Alright. Give me my coffee,"

He pulls into the Starbucks parking lot and we unbuckle our seat belts, exiting his car.

"Hi, welcome to Starbucks, what will it be today?" the cashier asks.

"You can order first," Chris mumbles.

"I'll take the cold brew iced vanilla coffee,"

"Name please?"

"Bella."

"Okay and you sir?"

"Pumpkin Spice latte,"

"That's not in season yet, sir. It'll be in 2 weeks,"

"Fuck," I laugh at him and he pushes me away from him by my hips jokingly. "I'll have theeee caramel macchiato. And my name is Chris,"

"That'll be $9.02,"

He hands her the money and we wait for our names to be called. It shouldn't take long because the place is fairly empty.

"So. I miss you, a lot," he mumbles. "I miss being yours. And not feeling guilty or bad about kissing you,"

I place one finger over his lips as the Barista slides our drinks over to us. I hand him his and I grab a seat away from everyone else.

"Can we go to your place? It's comfy there,"

I shrug. "As long as you don't make any moves on me,"

"I'm not making any promises,"