Wings

112% Sure

Chase sat on my bed as I closed the door. I walked down the hall and into the living room. I walked over to Chris and grabbed the front of his shirt.

"Did you know?" I hissed.

"Woah! Isabelle, calm it down!" I heard Emily exclaim. I turned to glare at her.

"Leave." I snarled. I guess I got the message across, because she went scampering out of the living room, and I heard her bedroom door slam a few seconds later. I turned back to Chris.

"Did you know that Chase's Dad found him?" I demanded. Chris nodded. He looked unconcerned. I shook him angrily.

"How dare you! Do you not even care?" I bellowed. Chris looked at me.

"I told you he wasn't to be trusted. I knew he was just looking for a hiding place, and yet you ignored me. You completely did the opposite of what I said. I told you he was bad and that you should've stayed away. You did the exact opposite of what I said and you guys are going around screwing each other now!" Chris exclaimed. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Screwing each other? Yeah, because I totally go around screwing every guy I meet, Chris! Do you know me at all? Or were you just pretending to get to know me so that you wouldn't blow your cover?" I snapped. Chris glared at me in rage. He surged forward and grabbed my shoulders roughly.

"I actually love you, dammit! You're just too stupid to see it! I fell in love with you the moment I saw you in that damn class! And I'm so tired of just standing around waiting for you to fall in love with me too!" He growled. Suddenly, he stepped forward, wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed his lips forcefully against my lips. I gasped against his mouth and put my curled hands against his chest. This was nothing of the Chris I had met. This was rage and passion and loss and fear and lust and yearning all rolled together to make a huge tidal wave that ran rampant inside of him.

"Wonderful." I heard Chase's voice drawl. I shoved Chris away from me as hard as I could and glared at him. My heart was racing in my chest as I stared at him in astonishment, mixed with hatred.

"Chase, I-I didn't mean to! I just... It just happened!" Chris gasped. Chase walked slowly towards us and I felt my breathing quicken. I didn't know what to expect. How would he react? Chris' eyes got wider the closer that Chase came. Eventually, Chase was standing directly between Chris and I. He looked at Chris.

"Get out. You don't give a crap about me. You don't care. You only care about getting what you want and you don't care if you hurt other people in the process. So get out." He snarled. Chris opened his mouth to speak, but Chase cut him off. "Out!" His voice echoed through the whole penthouse. Chris hung his head and looked at me, then he looked at Chase. Then he turned around and went to the elevator. He looked like a sad puppy being punished, and I felt for him. I knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of Chase's anger.

After the elevator doors closed, Chase turned to me. He looked worse than he had before. My hands shook as I reached up and brushed my fingers along the dark shadows under his eyes. Chase reached up and grabbed my hand in his. He closed his eyes as he brought my hand to his lips and gently kissed the back of it. Tears filled my eyes at the sorrow that seemed to emanate from him in waves. I felt a sob building in my chest.

"Please, don't cry, Belle." Chase whispered. I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. Chase pulled me into his embrace. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He breathed in my ear. I held onto him tightly. There was so much I wanted to say, but no words would work their way to my throat.

"Stop apologizing." Was all I could muster. Chase chuckled humorlessly and buried his face in my hair.

"Never." He replied. I sobbed into his warm chest. I tried to stop myself from crying, but my sobs increased the more I thought about the oncoming deadline for Chase's life. Suddenly, I found myself looking into Chase's eyes. "We need to stop all of the mourning. Right now, I'm going to call Andi and some of my other friends, and we're doing something fun." He told me quickly, as he ran his thumb across my cheeks and dried my tears. I looked at him with surprise.

"There's a carnival happening about an hour away. And then there's an after-party that's supposed to be amazing." I heard Emily say. I glanced her way and saw that she was standing with her shoulders drooped and her eyes tired. She gave a feeble smile.

"That should work. Thanks Em." Chase said, in a seemingly cheerful voice, though I could tell it was fake. He took my hand and led me from the living room and into my room. He pulled his cell phone out as I sat down on my bed. I laid back on the comforter and stared up at the ceiling. I heard Chase talking into his phone, but I couldn't pay attention. I was focusing on the fact that Chase wanted to forget the problem right now and just force it to the back of his mind.

"I've got everything worked out, Belle. We'll meet up with them at the carnival at 8, and then we'll go to that after party. We've got a few hours, so I think we could find something to do for a little bit." I knew that he was feigning the happy tone, but I didn't want to ruin it for him.

Chase collapsed onto the bed beside me and we turned to look at each other. I thought about the fact that he was going to leave me soon, and that these could possibly be our last hours.

I placed my hand on Chase's chest and our eyes connected. His fake smile had slipped and he was watching me with eyes darkened by lust. I could practically feel his need shoot through my body as well. He needed me. And I needed him. We seemed to agree in mere seconds as Chase grabbed my waist and flipped me on top of him. I leaned down and pressed my lips against his forcefully. Chase caressed my hips and my hands went to the bottom of his white t-shirt. I tugged on the hem while keeping my lips locked with his, and I felt him react instantly. He pulled away and flipped me over. I watched as he yanked his shirt off and leaned back down. I wrapped my legs around his familiar body and our lips began dancing again. Chase carefully pulled down the strap of my tanktop and he ran his hand along my spine. I gasped and arched my back. I gently pushed him away and pulled my tank top off over my head. Chase looked down at me with that familiar smirk as he ran a finger along my thin stomach. Memories of my constantly going to the gym to work off steam arose, but I quickly squashed them down by pulling Chase back down to me. I ran one hand through his dark hair and used the other to trail down his fit body. I heard him moan softly against my lips as I neared his belt buckle. I felt his hands on the waistband of my pajama shorts and he seemed to be waiting for me to give him permission to remove them.

"Go ahead." I breathed between passionate kisses.

Chase practically ripped my shorts off and he resumed position. I stuck my fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and tried to pull him closer (if that was possible). Chase reached down and ran his fingers along my smooth leg. He suddenly pulled away and I looked up at him. He looked unsure about whether we should do this.

"Are you absolutely sure you want this?" He asked me breathlessly. I smiled at him.

"112 percent sure, Chase." I replied. I reached for his belt buckle and undid the clasp. I gently tugged the denim down and he leaned over me again. His lips pressed to mine, but they were more careful now. I felt him pressing down on me and I swiftly deepened the kiss. I felt Chase's hands fumbling with the clasp of my bra and I reached back and guided him to undo it. I felt my bra loosen and a wave of nervousness washed over me. Was I ready to do this? I looked up at Chase and I saw in his eyes that he loved me as much as I loved him. As much as Romeo loved Juliet, and as much as Damon loved Elena (**TVD reference**). I was ready.

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Hey guys! Um... I know that scene got a little graphic, but at least I'm not going to go through step by step of what happened. Thanks for reading thus far, and I hope you keep reading! Comment any mistakes, vote, and share.

**By the way, if you read my books, you'll have to expect random Fandom references. But I'll explain it in simple terms about Damon and Elena's relationship: THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH THAT THEY PURPOSEFULLY DIED TOGETHER TO SAVE THEIR FRIENDS AND THEY BOTH BETRAYED DAMON'S BROTHER TO BE TOGETHER. Easy enough?