Chase Davenport

Part 1

-----------------------------------------------PANDORA'S P.O.V.-----------------------------------------

 "I can't believe you!" I hear Chase say as he sees Adam and I kissing.

"Chase! It's not what it looks like!" I try to explain. Standing up and walking towards him to tell him it was a mistake. That Adam kissed me.

"No really! So you weren't just having your tonsils sucked out! BY MY BROTHER?!" He screams in my face.

"Yes! But no."

" Chase," Adam tries to explain himself before he gets mad.

"No Adam." He runs a hand through his hair roughly. He runs down the stairs and I follow right behind him trying to stop him.

"Chase stop!"

"No. You've just cheated on me. With my brother!" he turns around to face me.

"Chase," I began to speak. Why am I the one trying to explain myself to him.

"Don't even try apologizing Pandi. We're over." He sighs. I cringe at the nick name he gave me back when we were 5. We're over. Did this really just happen? WAKE UP PANDORA!

" You never apologized for cheating on me! so why the hell should i apologize for something YOUR brother did. He kissed me. Karma's a bitch huh Chase?" I yell. Adam comes down.

"Chase!" He says out of breath.

"Don't 'Chase' me. I'M TIRED OF YOU TAKING MY GIRLFRIENDS AWAY FROM ME. You need to grow up. The one girl I really like you go and take her away from me. I'm sick of this and I'm sick of you. I may be your brother but you will never have my respect back." He turns and walks out the door.

"He's right. I do need to grow up and find my own girlfriends. Adam says sadly and disappointed. I almost feel bad for him.

Almost.

"Adam, me and him weren't going to last much longer any way."

"Why?"

"Because I found out he cheated again a few weeks ago and never asked him about it."

"This all my fault. If I wouldn't have kissed you none of this would've happened."

"Adam, it's not you're fault. I let you kiss me."

"Don't you love him?"

"Should I?"

"I don't know." 

"What do I do?"

"Well I would go back to Australia."

"I think I will." I look down at my feet.

"I'll drive, you go pack." Bree tells me. I run up the stairs. You know how in High School Musical Gabbie sings I Gotta Go My Own Way. This is what it feels like. I grab my suitcase from under my bed and throw my clothes. I grabbed everything and ran out the door.