Chasing Love

Chapter 5

Hey guys. So let me tell you why I'm uploading this story and not my more popular one, The Step Brother. basically, this entire story has been written out on wattpad so I didn't actually have a word document to drag over here. With that being said, I had finally gotten all my stories from my old laptop onto my USB. HOWEVER for some freaking reason my new mac is deciding not to read my USB. So i really have no idea what to do. I might actually end up emailing all my stories  to myself and doing it that way but I don't know if the files will fit. Until then, I'll be working on this story and a new one I'm working on rn! 

Regardless, thank you for your patience and sorry for the quality of this passage. It's not worth a 6 month wait, I know, but I really have no idea what to do about the USB. if anyone has advice or has expeierenced the same problem PLEASE message me.

Love you all <3

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"Audrey! Audrey, hold up!" Brianna's stark voice was hard to ignore in the hallway and try as I might I knew I wouldn't be able to get away.

"Audrey!" a breathless Brianna panted, stopping next to her. I acknowledged her with a meek smile and continued to walk to my next class.

“Are you and Dylan still not talking?” she inquired gently, looking at me with her large, chocolate eyes.

Sighing, I nodded. “He’s been ignoring me forever. I feel like he’s never going to forgive me. I’ve never had him be mad at me, Bri. I seriously have no idea what to do,” I explained, my voice betraying my sorrow and hurt. I might not have realized before, but I did need Dylan and this fight was proving it to me.

But, on the other side, there was still this undeniable attraction to Adam that I wasn’t able to muster. And because of this, I didn’t know what hurt more – Adam’s shameful expression whenever he looked at me or the anger and pain that simultaneously coursed through Dylan’s eyes each time I saw him.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Bri asked as we turned the corner. My class was at the end of this hallway.

“Well… No…” I admitted. “I mean, I’ve been texting him repeatedly but I haven’t actually tried to, y’know, talk to him in person. He just always looks so mad.”

“Listen, Audrey. I’m not that smart and I saw something when you and Adam kissed. Dylan is head over heels for you and if he wasn’t, he would’ve seen the same thing I saw. You knew who you were kissing, didn’t you?”

I didn’t respond and bit my lip in shame. Turning my attention down to my not-so-white Vans I listened as Brianna continued to reprimand me.

“You are so lucky Dylan is only mad at the situation and not you.”

“Wait!” I interjected, cutting my friend off. “He isn’t mad at me?”

“No,” she replied sharply, just as the bell rang. “I talked to him. He’s just still mad at the situation and wants some time to think things through.” Bri watched me as I breathed out a sigh of relief. My chest immediately felt lighter and that worried feeling I had just felt washed away. “Audrey, I’m just telling you. If he knew what happened things would be so much different. For you and Adam. So I suggest you figure out your feelings before this happens again but ten times worse. Okay?”

I nodded quickly, grateful for my friends advice. No matter how terrible of a person I could be, Brianna was always behind me. In actuality, I could probably kill a person and she would still think highly of me and help me get out of that.

But regardless, my best friend was right. What I had done was completely out of line and luckily no one had noticed. As I said bye to Brianna and walked into my math classroom I silently prayed that everything would be all right.

As I moved into my regular seat next to Dylan I glanced over at him. The past two days he had made it a point to look straight ahead at the board but today he noticed my eyes on him and cocked his head only the slightest bit towards me. As our eyes briefly met I offered a sad smile and stretched out my hand to his desk.

He hesitated as he looked down at my hand. Grabbing my hand would be like raising the white flag, but we weren’t at war. So he did. And he smiled back at me. Everything was going to be all right.

Maybe.