Chase's POV
I stare at my phone, willing the text message to stop existing and over complicating my life. It refused, staring up at me smugly, like it knew what a bitch it was. I cannot believe my girlfriend of seven months just broke up with me. And admitted to dating Justin Wolfe. In a text.
This was the last straw. The very last. I get up from my lunch table outside, leaving my friends who stare after me in shock, and start towards where I knew he’d be. He had a very elite group, who didn’tt allow members besides themselves. They were very secretive and awed after.
Regardless of their good looks, popularity, obvious money, strength, and ability to beat me to a pulp with one hand-even the girls-I stalk straight up to them and clear my throat loudly. Demi, whom I hate very much, looks up and smiles charmingly at me. Justin who is next to her, smiles much the same.
What bastards. Ruining my love life was not funny.
“Hi Chase” Justin drawls, still looking at me happily “Something up?”
My hands, already balled into fists, turn white at how hard I have to hold back from punching that look off his face. He could get any girl he wanted-obviously-so why did he have to keep going after mine?! It wasn’t fair, and frankly, I was sick of it. Sick and tired.
“I need to talk to you” My voice is tighter then it’s ever been.
Justin stands up, beaming at me“Sure”
I’m surprised his group isn’t look at me the way I thought they would. I was expecting annoyance, boredom, pity and maybe disgust for daring approach them. They looked at me happily though, like the best thing they could imagine was happening. Justin looked happiest though, plucking at my nerves.
Was this some sort of set up? Did they know I was finally going to loose my temper one day and demand an explanation? Were there hidden cameras all around me, capturing my every movement? Was some terrible joke about to go down, making my life even worse?
“Let’s talk in the gym” I suggest, in my mind thinking how no one would be there in case there is humiliation. Justin nods, a determined but excited look not leaving his face. It’s making me edgy-really edgy. By the time the gym doors shut behind us, I’m sure I’m going to die.
Maybe I’m over thinking things, just a little..?
I turn, and yelp, because Justin clearly has issues with the term' personal bubble’. He’s right in my face, his breath tickling my own gently. He smiles down at me, the only way he cansmile at me taking his and my own heights into account. “I have to hand it to you, I was getting impatient”
“What are you talking about?” I step back, feeling the sudden need to cross my arms over my stomach insecurely. My eyebrows draw together, sidetracked from my anger by his statement. He was getting impatient for me to yell at him…?
“You’re scared of me, but I finally managed to get you to approach, which means you’re ready”he grins so big it takes up most of his face and leaves me reeling. He never smiled like that-no one in his group did. They always seemed darkly amused or neutral. Never happy.
“Ready…? What are you-”
Large hands suddenly on my waist, I feel as his lips come down on mine, warm, gentle, but probing and impatient all the same. I go absolutely limp, finding my legs unable to support me. My whole body seemed to be betraying me, my mouth opening readily for him.
“Mmm” he groaned happily, like he’d been giving a mouthful of his favourite food. What was going on? My head span. This wasn’t right! He stole my girlfriend.. He’s not supposed to be kissing me. Why can’t I push him off? Why can I barely even lift my arms?
