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(Chase)
I am so happy.
The fact that Chance allowed me to call him Chance is a good thing. It feels like he slowly lets me be part of his life. It feels like he is slowly giving me a chance. I know I assume too much but it's what I really feel. I mean, Chance haven't yelled at me since morning which I expected him to do. I expected him to be mad at me for taking care of him when he was drunk, for calling him things, and for sleeping beside him. I expected him to push me away like what he always does. But he didn't. That is a pretty good thing, I believe.
Though I wont deny I got hurt when he gave me an underwear. Aside from it's awkward and embarrassing to borrow an underwear from a man, I felt bad. I felt like I'm one of his girls and it somehow made me feel disgusted. Thinking a woman whom he had sex with owns the underwear I'm wearing right now made me feel somehow ashamed at myself.
But while I was taking a shower it made me felt special as well. He never treat girls. He never care for girls. He just use them and then he will neglect them soon after he's done with the pleasure. But Chance made me sleep in his bed, offered me breakfast and drove me to school. For all I know he just wanted to help me because I don't have a spare underwear. I wont use the same underwear I used so he offered me one which is fresh and clean. Right?
Everything was fine. Was.
"Chance? Wait, Chance!" Why is he walking already? I thought he wants me to walk with him? I want to run after him but Vick held my arm and it unfortunately stopped me.
"He allowed you to call him Chance?" He asked. I want to face palm because of my best friend. He stopped me just to ask that freaking question? As if he doesn't know me. He knew I would always call him Chance even if he doesn't want to so why ask that now?
Ugh. Sometimes my best friend can be a killjoy.
And now here I am staring at Chance. Something is strange. The last time we talked was in his car. When I arrived at the classroom he had his earplugs on and he seemed like he didn't want to talk to me. Now every time our teacher turn around to face the board I would poke him or I would try to make a conversation with him but he didn't even give me a look.
He is purposely ignoring me.
I don't know why that's why it's killing me already.
Did something happened? Nothing. As far as I can remember nothing happened. Or am I wrong? What if it's because I sang inside his car? What if it's because my voice was terrible and he wanted me to shut up but I wasn't able to hear him because I got into the song. What if he found out I farted inside his car? Damn. There was no sound and no deadly smell. Or am I wrong?
Oh my God. That's it! He found out I farted and he was disgusted in me. Right. No man would like it if the woman they are with just farted inside their freaking air conditioned fresh car. If I am a man I would drive the woman in a total dump in the middle of nowhere, drive back, find a car wash and wash the car by myself. I would even buy an air freshener. Damn. I am a repulsive little chic.
