A part of me

Chapter twenty two

"Stupid stupid stupid asshole!" I yelled as I paced back and forth in front of my car.

"Rosey, babe calm down. Why don't you let me drive?" Chase walked over to me and placed both hands on my shoulders. Keeping me still, he sent me his gorgeous smile. At any other time I would have showed my goofy grin back, but not this time.

I leaned in until my forehead rest gently on his and our lips were inches apart.

"Rosey..." Chase whispered looking at me innocently.

Right when I was going to close the little space we had left between us I froze. Realization hitting me like a ton of bricks.

"Oh my gosh... I'm such a slut!" I yelled at myself.

Before I could rush off in the car, Chase grabbed me and shoved me in a warm protecting hug. My little tense body wrapped in his and it was exactly what I needed.

"You're not a slut. Jessica is, you're just in pain and vulnerable. Don't girls usually eat ice cream and watch movies when this kind of thing happens?" He asks while his hands soothingly play in my hair.

I just nodded my head and broke free from his saving embrace.

"Okay get your butt in the car, my mission will be to cheer you up. Just no chick flicks, please I'm begging you." Chase exclaimed while directing me to get in the passengers seat. I got all buckled up when I heard someone shouting my name. I looked at my window and saw Jason running after my car.

"Wait!" He yelled once he reached my window. I didn't want to let him know I was hurting so I brought the window down to hear what he had to say.

"Rose you have to let me explain." He begged.

"I don't HAVE to do anything." I tried my hardest to remain calm. Chase saw I was struggling and put his hand on top of my knee for support. Jason's eyes followed his hand, and let out a growl. Literally, wtf.

Chase immediately took his hand off me and threw both hands up signaling his surrender.

"You got to be kidding right now. You can go make out with a slut yet Chase can't touch my knee for support? Asshole! WE ARE OVER. OVER. OVER. OVER." I was starting to loose my breath after all the yelling.

"Rose-"

"Chase can you please just drive the car." I begged, so badly wanting to be home in my covers eating ice cream.

Chase obeyed causing Jason to back up from the car. His hands flew to his hair in frustration  and a part of me wished it was my hand playing in his hair.

The drive home was pure silence. I don't think I've ever known Chase to be quiet for that long. Once we got inside we got our ice cream and headed straight up to my room. Mom has been working a lot lately so we had a brief convo then she let us go.

"Since the boys are coming over tomorrow to help set up you can stay the night if you want." I offered picking out my pajamas.

Chase smiled before answering, "If that's what you want." I quickly went into my box that I saved for Isaiah. It had some of his clothes and pictures of us in there, and I kept it with me everywhere we moved.

"Here you can borrow these sweatpants, they belonged to my brother." I threw the pants at him and laughed when it hit his face. I ran in the bathroom before he could gain revenge and quickly changed into my pjs.

Once I came back Chase looked super comfy in my covers eating our ice cream so I quickly joined him.

"What movie should we watch?" Chase asked, mouth filled with ice cream.

"Definitely not romance, how about a comedy?" I asked stuffing ice cream in my mouth.

"My kind of girl." Chase joked ruffling my hair.

"Wanna watch The Heat loser?" I stuck my tongue at him, already clicking on the moving not waiting for his approval.

"I love this movie." Chase smiled and I was going to reply when I heard someone knocking on the door downstairs super loud.

I checked the time and it was already 9:45pm, who would be at our door? Chase noticed my pained expression, and walked down the stairs with me.

"Who is it?" I asked putting my ear on the door waiting for an answer.

"Rosey open up..." My body completely frozen and tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. It can't be. Not the voice I dreamed hearing almost every night.

I opened the door frantically and stared down the person in front of me. Not wanting to move, I can't ruin this moment.

"Isaiah...?" My voice croaked out.