The Boy Who Called Me His

Chapter 13

Chase's POV

My heart thudded in my chest, I was so nervous about seeing her. I truthfully and I wouldn't admit it to anyone, missed her company, I missed calling her Nirvana and I missed having someone there, especially when it's her. That day when I blew up at her, I regretted so much but my intentions at the time worked. I needed to escape and get away from her. I was falling fast and hard for someone I still barely knew which was something I never did. The excuse for an exit route was too hard not to miss and I jumped at it creating an even bigger mistake, which I would later know to regret. I had never let anyone in before besides family but he or she had always been there for me, with Aubury it was all moving too fast.

So when we got paired up for our art project I was secretly happy that I had a chance to re-create our friendship and fix the mistake I had made. I was trying to act cool and collected when I spoke to her but in reality, I just wanted her to be mine again.

Currently, I was waiting for the bell to ring, to end school and my excitement was buzzing. I was never like this for a girl, especially if I hadn't slept with her. When the bell rang, I jumped out of my seat eager to meet her and get there quickly but before I could step a foot my teacher called out my name and stopped me.

My feet stopped underneath me and I silently cursed in my head thinking why today does this have to happen. I turned around to face my teacher, asking through my teeth "Yes Miss Poplin."

She started to then talk about how she thinks I am improving immensely in English and she can see that I am trying a lot harder on the subject. Even though I love the words of encouragement I can't help but wish this were happening on a different day. Not only would I of fully appreciated the praise I was receiving but as the time ticked I new, the worse Aubury would be feeling.

The problem with Miss Poplin was as an English teacher she loved to talk and was able to. So I had the wait to find the perfect moment when her speech faltered to make an escape. So as Miss Poplin's monologue started to close I got my chance and started to make excuses to get the fuck out of there.

"Thank you so much, Miss Poplin, I'm glad you can see the hard work I have been putting in," I said trying not to sound too rushed or sarcastic "But I really have to go, I have a busy afternoon ahead of me."

With that, I rushed out of the classroom leaving mid sentenced Miss Poplin behind me. Don't get me wrong I do appreciate her efforts to help me achieve in my schooling but today wasn't the best day to guide me.

I sprinted down the hallway, which was almost empty seeing as it had already been a good seven minutes since the bell had rung. I skipped going to my locker knowing it would take too long; continuing to run down the hallways skidding and sliding in my old converse where the worn grip was no match to the slippery rubber floors. I cursed whoever made me have a class that was on the opposite side of the school to where her locker was.

I rounded the corner of the hallway where her locker was hoping she would still be there and not of left seeing that I was practically ten minutes late. I saw her looking down at her phone standing by her locker. I slowed down until I stopped right next to her, knowing she could probably see the start of my shoes.

She looked up with her beautiful blue eyes.

I whispered "hey," breathless from the sight of her.

And in her soothing tone, she whispered it back and I could see in her eyes she was relieved that I was there. She looked so beautiful standing there even in the simple clothes that she wore to school she continued to amaze me, from the natural beauty that she appealed.