Paradise - A Newt Imagine

Chapter Twelve

You woke in Chase's arms.

You woke with full clarity; there was not a moment when you thought everything was okay for even when you dreamt you dreamt of Newt and Esme and the way he kissed her the same way he kissed you and the way he held her was the same way he held you.
The same way you were now holding Chase.

Bleary eyed you sat up; stretching before padding barefoot down the stairs and fixing yourself some breakfast.

Chase came down not long after, standing behind you and reaching around your body for a plate, softly kissing the side of your head.

"Listen Chase," you began, "about last night-"
"Last night you were hurting." Chase looked at you over his glass of orange juice, his hair still ruffled and his eyes slightly red as the golden aura of sleep still clung to his slouching frame. "And I can understand if you want to leave. What that bastard did was idiotic, throwing away a girl like you for a girl like Esme. But I can understand if you wanna leave." he bit his lip.

You buried your face in your hands. "I want to stay with you but if I do then I'm not better than him and he's all I can think about right now and I just feel like my head is going to explode with it all." Your fingernails dug into your scalp, pulling the roots of your hair.

You felt his hand on your back.
"You're so strong, princess. You'll work this out."

-

One month later and you were going out of your mind.

You had unofficially moved out and now slept at either Olly and Mickey's or Chase's, alternating between houses.
Every time you saw Newt you had to look away because you remembered running your hands through his hair and the exact colour of his eyes and how soft his skin was and how easy it was to kiss him.

He looked so lovely for a boy so poisoned. His skin cemented diamonds and his eyes shining sapphires. But his blood black tar.

He was toxic, oh so toxic. Yet despite it all, you were still intoxicated by him.

Even the sky wept for you; the rain running pitifully down the drain, churning sluggishly along the roads.
And it terrified you.

There was no more blood left in your heart for you could not breathe deep enough for it to reach the pumping muscle. For you daren't breathe at all.

You kissed without feeling, Chase's lips burning into yours like acid; leaving burns where he nipped your neck. Acidic twinges where he ran his fingers over your skin. When you slept it offered no relief for only a dreamless slumber awaited you when you closed your eyes.

Missing him was tearing you apart.
It was imploding you.
Starting from the inside and working its way out.
This misery was without relent and felt like liquid nitrogen coursing through your veins. And it was liquid nitrogen that reached your heart.

-

You were late for school.

Scrambling around Olly and Mickey's guest bedroom in an attempt to find a shirt but after Olly beeped her horn for the third time you sighed in exasperation and pulled on a comfortable red jumper.

Olly drove you to school, complimenting your hair and swatting your feet from the dashboard.

Even the music blasting through the speakers didn't lighten your mood so Olly sang on her own, voice gentle as her hands slid expertly over the wheel, bracelets clinking on her tan wrist; you examined them. One was a thin gold band, another was three camouflaged threads woven together in a plait. She had a shoelace wound around her wrist along with a slightly thicker silver bracelet with a letter J engraved into it.

"What's J?" you asked dully, poking the cool metal.

She looked confused for a moment before realising what you were asking "nobody." She slid her finger over the surface, "Just someone I used to know, before the Flare."

"Nobody? Nobody enough for him to give you a bracelet?" you drawled.

"Drop it, okay Y/n? He's dead and I've moved on. He doesn't mean jack to me." she snapped, taking a sharp turn and flicking her eyes off the road to turn up the stereo.

You recognised it as a touchy subject and dropped it, going back to staring moodily out the window.

When you arrived you grabbed your bag and slammed the car door, muttering thanks before storming into the building, already regretting lashing out. You barely paid attention to anything as you dragged yourself to literature, throwing yourself into your seat and pulling your sleeves over your fingers and burrying your face in your hands.
You groaned.

You hated literature; it was an hour of Newt and Esme lovin' it up while Mr. Barlett droned on about Shakespeare's use of commas.
That's when you looked up you saw Newt helped Esme into her chair. She was wearing exactly the same outfit as you.

You groaned against gritted teeth.

As soon a Newt took his seat Esme draped her legs over his and he slung his arm around her chair. She toyed with his collar.

"Who do you think this shirt look better on, me or her?" she smirked.

"I think it'd look better on my bedroom floor." he winked. She giggled and pulled on his collar, pressing her painted lips to his.
You turned away.

You couldn't watch him press his lips to hers the way he had done to you. Watch him clutch her with the same hands he caressed you with. Couldn't watch them together.

But because you turned away, you didn't see Newt's eyes flick to you after Esme released him.

-

When you got to CH, Chase was already lounged in his chair, leaning against the back wall, his body language completely relaxed.

You greeted him by putting your hand on the back of his neck and pushing his lips to yours.
His lips were soft but you barely noticed, sucking his bottom lip before pulling back.

"A simple hello would have sufficed." he dragged his thumb over your lips.

"Yeah, well, I wanted to get your attention." you murmured. 

"Trust me sugar, you can do that without a make out session." he winked as you sat down.

You turned to face him, studying him; in most respects he was different from Newt but in some he was so similar it hurt. He was the same shape, lean but muscular and had floppy hair and deep eyes. Except where Newt was joyous laughs and bright fields, Chase was rustic metal and stale cigarette smoke.

"Take me out tonight?" you asked, "That bar you took me to on our first date."

He chewed on his bottom lip. "You sure? I kind of got the impression you didn't like it."

"No, no I did." you assured him, "Teach me how to play pool?" you pleaded.

He surveyed you.

"Okay. I'll pick you up at seven."

pffft lol what is this

It started off okay but then this happened so -_-

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