Her Chase

~{Chapter 4}~

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Throughout my entire high school experience, I knew for a fact nobody was a particular fan of me, therefore I never realised what Diana and Sara saw in me.

Even though I was friends with two beautifully generous people, inside and out, I didn't understand why people always despised me for being me. Sure I was one geeky nerd however I've tried nothing but to socialise with people and make a few friends.

Now you're probably wondering why I'm blabbering so uselessly about my sad life but there I was sitting in my French class, receiving death glares from everyone.

If looks could kill.

"Right. So, Chase, since not everyone figured your joke was funny and for you being so utterly overconfident, that's a one hour detention today afterm school," Mr Antony said in a smug, victorious tone. "And thank you, May, for your helpful assistance." He finished off with a grin. I mentally face palmed. Why that name?!

"No. No way in the fuck am I gunna go to --" The hazel ey- Chase was cut off by the teacher.

"Aha! And that's 2 hours for inappropriate language." Chase's face hardened and turned from shock to fury and anger. "Fuck you." He spat with a cold glare towards Mr Antony, who surprisingly was wearing a pleased expression.

"Now now, Mister, I think you've just earned yourself a 4 hour detention, now before you receive a suspension, why not go take a seat and not interrupt everybody's education." He tutted. Every pupil gasped with wide eyes and mouths ajar. After all. It was Chase's second day, and suspension already?

Chase and the other three friends, that were knowingly standing silently with me him the entire time, all made their way towards the back, luckily not in my direction. They all looked helplessly furious.

Shamefully, I dropped my head, not wanting to meet anyone's stare, whilst feeling a pair of scrutinising eyes on me. Chase. As in the hazel eyed boy I'd been referring to since he joined our school. Without being said, I knew my goal was to stay as far away as possible from the bad boys however that definitely took a toll.

Throughout the lesson my stomach churned with anxiety and fear. I could feel my best friend's sympathetic looks that were given to me, but that still didn't drive the guilt and discomfort away.

For heavens sake! You almost suspended the school's most notorious bad boy on his second day! Of course you should feel shameful! My subconscious screamed with undeniable aggravation.

I quickly shook the thoughts away and lifted my head, trying extremely hard to ignore the death glares that were shooting my way. I continued with the lesson like normally with a rigid smile.

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French class had soon came to an end, thankfully. My heart was pounding against my chest, as the thoughts of what would happen to me, came rushing into my mind. Slowly packing my notebooks away, I glanced up to see Chase carelessly shoving his belongings into his backpack before standing up and heading towards the door.

I suddenly found it fascinating how unaware he was of the awestruck, drooling girls were ogling at him. His friends were the exact same, and on his trail not giving a second glance as they gathered together.

Just before taking a step out of the door, Chase abruptly stopped in his tracks and turned around. His eyes flickered across the classroom, as if searching for someone, until they settled on me. Tilting his head to the side and frowning, I noticed the way his hands were continued to clench and unclench.

Dread and panic seeped through me; my gaze dropped to my diary, that was unknowingly lying on the table, as I picked it up and pretended to search through it. Sometimes I thank God for giving me the special talent of acting, however it was never my intention to become an actress in my future career. Too stressful, if you asked me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Chase and his three other, mysterious companions exiting the room. I let out a sigh of relief and caught my breathe, not knowing I
was holding a breathe.

"Clay, you okay?" Someone tapped me on the shoulder, only receiving a startled yelp from me. I turned around to see Sara and Diana standing there, partially amused and worried.

I laughed nervously and scratched the back of my head. "Yup, I'm okay. Should we grab revision sheets from Sir and leave?" I asked, trying to change the subject. They both nodded their heads, understanding my point.

We grabbed our things and collected revision papers before heading out towards out next period.

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Lessons had seemingly passed by in a quick motion and, at last, lunch period arrived. I've always kept a healthy diet, to contain my body weight, nevertheless occasionally I wouldn't eat  if I gained too much. I know what you're thinking. Why?

Well in middle school, every body avoided me as if I were some sort I'll-mannered, deformed creature all because I was fat. Really fat, in fact. But that never prevented me from being friendly to people around me. No matter how much I tried, I never met up to anyone's expectations, because I was sadly not enough.

Until one day, I couldn't take it any longer and I decided that I wanted to become someone different. Someone people would notice and respect like others. I no longer wanted to be called 'Fatty May' or have my own slogan 'Chunky May must have her five a day'
It was eventually a long process to lose all the weight but I reached my goal whilst going through a lot of suffering.

And that's how I resulted in who I was now. An average looking, teenage girl. Not too big, nor too small. Even with Barbie dolls surrounding me, I was still exceptionally proud of who I was, and still was maintaining it.

We bought our lunch and were hastily walking towards our table in the cafeteria, when suddenly a strong pair of muscular arms wrapped around my neck from behind me. The fresh smell of leather and sandalwood filled my nostrils, along with an attractive cologne. The stranger placed their chin on my shoulder, extremely close to my face.

"I missed you Fay." A male's voice spoke with a hint of Italian accent in it. Fay..Fay......Fay?!

I immediately spun around, causing him to take a few steps backwards. That's when I realised. He was one of the Chase's friends, the one with emerald green eyes. Without searching his face, I noticed his beautifully flawless features.

"Excuse me, but you may have the wrong person." I claimed desperately in almost a whisper. His eyes widened as he searched my face like a puzzle.

"Shit. Oh... Well guess I got the wrong person, huh." He grunted and without waiting for a response, he disappeared into the sea of students. As a result my mouth hung open with utter shock.

"Geez, he didn't even bother to apologise after physically touching you without you're permission. Guys these days." Diana rolled her eyes.

"Omg! Grayson Reeds, AKA major cute bad boy, just hugged you! He even called you by your name! Like do you think it's possible that he may have feelings for you? Omg! That's so cute if he does, I totally ship you Clayson! Awh that's so adorab--" I shortly cut off Sara's ranting with a deep sigh.

"Sara, he said he'd mistaken me for someone else. That's all there is to it. Plus, I think I've lost my appetite so I'm gunna go head to the library. I'll see you tomorrow since I'll be walking home tonight. Bye." I waved at them and headed out not waiting for a reply. My brain was once again flooding with questions but one was bugging me the most.

How could I be mistaken for Fay?