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PART SEVEN

Chase puts his shirt back on, lifting up off the ground. I'm still laying on the floor, half bare under his protection. He looks around before kneeling down next to me. "Sorry, I-"


"Shh," I'm not going to let him think that I enjoyed it. I did, but I don't want him to think that he's a hypocrite. Saving me from other people, but not getting a reward himself. Then again, I don't want to hurt him. Being naked is the best idea after all.

He shakes his head severally. "I hurt you, didn't I?"

"I felt nothing at all..." My awkward assurance is what could be driving this whole chemistry insane. I don't even know Chase Lane, though I let him touch me. What if it was sexual abuse? Whatever it is, I enjoyed it. It's no lie, I won't let it be. Chase throws me my shirt, shifting in the corner so we're apart.

My heart does a small leap, like I stopped breathing for a millisecond. I put my crop top on, looking down at the wooden floor. It's so difficult now. I shouldn't have let him... but I had no choice. I felt so... so liberated. Free.

The anatomy inside of me was weightless, like I was flying. I bet he felt it too. But, he's used to it because he does it all the time. I'm not as pretty as the other girls, so it doesn't make a contrast to him. I feel so disadvantaged just thinking of that. Like I should've been there for Chase even before it all happened.

I feel an emotional strain every time I stare at him, wondering what he could've done to Alice. "Why did you do that to Alice?" It came out of my mouth, there was nothing stopping it.

He shook his head. "Believe whatever you want to believe. I never did anything to her,"

"But, a lot of people are saying that y-you did something to her." Don't tell me he didn't do anything. He did do something. If my friend passed away and this was all a joke, I wouldn't be here right now. I would be still in heavy grief, crying in my room for months and years.

Chase turns his head away from me, his admirable cheekbones plain to see. "And you believe them?" He quizzes me with them bright green eyes.

"She was my friend,"

"I never touched her." It's so clear, I still don't understand. I quickly grab my cardigan and run out of the room, my eyes full of tears. It's all him to blame right now. His lies. "Where are you going?" I hear him from the back.

"I'm going home!"

"I didn't do anything- wait up, Serena." Chase's strong hands take my arm. He swings me around, the beautiful sage eyes looking into mine. I can't help but look into my reflection as they are a little transparent. He notices, smirking a little.

I roll my eyes, a bit too playfully. "Let go, Chase." His name is like acid on my tongue. It's like ice too actually. Chase is also too mesmerised to let go, just staring at me with wide eyes. Is he drunk? Did he not just take in what I just said? I mean, it is his house after all but still.

"She said let go, buddy." Jared walks up to us, cracking his knuckles. "so, let go."

I shook my head even before he can go further into the conversation. "I'm fine-"

"I don't think it's smart for someone to use my words against me." Chase's hand is still on my arm as he walks up to Jared. My head is in juxtaposition with Chase's and I feel really uncomfortable. Jared tried raping me and Chase well, he technically made love to me.

Jared's fist strikes at Chase, making him fall to the floor instantly. I am also on the floor, with a sore arm. Jared spits at me. "So much for a girlfriend, Lane."

Chase laughs, in an evil sort of way. "So much for a punch, Jared. It was like a weak slap!" 



"Fuck you, Lane!" I don't know if my eyes are messed up or if I'm seeing things. Jared is on Chase within milliseconds, punching him continuously. At least talk it through. Chase doesn't do anything, he just laughs through the punches. Oh no. I try grabbing both of their arms, trying to stop them from punching each other.

I have other doubts though.

My mind is so dizzy, that I feel like I'm dancing on a grave. Bianca come out of nowhere, a bottle in her hand. Chase groans a several times, but I don't anyone bothers to hear other than me. My head is sore now. "Jared! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She manages to hold on tightly and move them away. She only caught Jared though. Bianca looks at me, who is jut sitting on the floor with legs crossed. "Serena, do you mind taking care of my brother? Just for a bit, I promise. I need to sort Jared out-"

"I don't need no shit to sort out! He's a fucking psycho," Jared's harsh language drives me insane. Everyone is crowded around us. Judy and Abner really stand out amongst them, watching in amusement. 

Bianca slaps Jared, her hands loud enough to make a cuff. "Leave Chase alone."

"Won't make a difference," Chase is now into the conversation. He didn't even get a black eye, which I am in all certainty confused about. He's strong, that's why. He has a bleeding lip and a fractured rib, I suppose. "he'll find a way to get to me within' seconds, Bianca."

She looks at me with a pleading smile. "Please?" I don't want to leave her desperate.

It's been such a long night with Chase, I'm already in the mood of letting him go. If I do, my resilience with Bianca will die. I gulp. This is such a bad idea. And then; I nod my head. My hands are around Chase now, helping him up with all my robustness. I know he won't mind me touching him, as it already happened before in the room... on the floor. I can't believe I let him do that.

My mother always has a way of finding out things. She will find out, won't forgive and obviously, she won't forget. I bet you she'll have a DNA test on me in case I got pregnant. God forbid that, please. I take him down stairs, trying to find a random room at least. "Go to the left," I hear him mumble. Chase takes the lead now, not letting go of my hand as we pass through the dance floor. 

I regret this night so bad.