In the Line is an emotional rollercoaster about two neighbors from different worlds whose lives are tangled in unspoken attraction.
Chace Dawson, a driven baseball player, finds himself captivated by Chloe Swann, the resilient and beautiful girl ne...
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CHLOE
Daniel walked me home, and when we reached my door, he leaned in and kissed me. His touch was gentle, but the images from the bathroom were flashing through my mind, completely ruining the moment for me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't focus on him.
I'm still shaking from that. Only thing on my mind is the feeling of Dawson's lips on mine. I bring my fingers to my lips as if this will help me remind that moment from the bathroom better. How can someone that rude has a such soft lips? And how can he touch me so gently in the middle of spite? He didn't kiss me like he wanted to hurt me. He kissed me like he wanted to feel me, like he wanted me to feel him. I was totally perplexed by his actions. I would never expect that from him. After al those years of fighting and hate... Why he did do that? Why he kissed me? Mia's words from yesterday about how he is hunting me since high school appear to me more clearly, but I quickly shake them off.
No way! The only thing he wanted was to embarrass and humiliate me. He kissed me because he didn't have other choice to shut me up! He wanted to make me feel incapable and weak. I'm sure he's gonna use it against me somehow. I need to stop thinking about it. It's getting over my head and that's exactly what he wanted.. And on top of that it was also very difficult to explain Daniel my sudden pissed mood. I couldn't tell him the true. It would'd just been even worse so I said that two girls were fighting there and they almost drag me into it so I rather run away from them, from the club. Stupid I know. Daniel trusts me and he is kind of gullible when it comes to people. He doesn't second-guess what people tell him, he just believes them. I feel bad that I have to hide things from him, but in this case it's better for him to know less.
I can't fall asleep. I can't stop thinking. My mind is restless as I stare blankly out my window. The light in Ashole's room is still on.
I check the clock on my nightstand—it's 1:00 AM.
"And the lights will switch off in 3, 2, 1." As I whisper it to myself, the lights switch off.
"Huh," I mumble, and I find myself smiling. His every single night's bedtime routine. I know that because I sit here very often, staring out the window and waiting for the lights to go off. I finally return to bed, allowing myself to relax and fall asleep.
I wake up to the sound of my alarm ringing. Annoyed, I turn it off and squint to see the time. I manage to make out the hazy red digits: 9:00 AM. With a heavy sigh, I roll over lazily and pull the covers over my head, refusing to face the day. I want to stay in bed all day. I don't care about the sunshine; there's no reason to be active today. But Daniel clearly thinks otherwise. He keeps calling me until I finally pick up after the fifth ring.
"Just kill me rather than wake me up right now," I mumble into the pillow, still half-asleep, wiping drool from my chin. Instead of offering a polite "hello," that's just how I am—let's say, not really a morning person.
He ignores my rude behavior and yells playfully, "Heeey, wake up, slacker! We have a lot to do at the retirement home today, remember?"
I finally open my eyes and stare blankly at the wall. "Just one more hour, please," I beg, covering my eyes with my arms.
