**I cast Colin Ford as Chase (IN THE MEDIA BOX). The older, more mature looking version of Colin, lol. Not the younger, Under the Dome, kid-like version.**
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I hung up the last bit of clothes from the shopping bags in my closet.
I figured since I was already putting my things away, I may as well take care of the new stuff too.
The bags were full of clothes, shoes, jewelry, makeup, and a bunch of other accessories.
Somewhere during my unpacking, I found my charger and plugged my phone up.
I noted that I need to buy a new one with some of the money in my bank account.
I looked at the digital alarm clock on my dresser.
It was after 3:30 p.m., it took me literally four hours to unpack everything.
I sighed and wandered out of the room and into the hallway.
I heard footsteps coming from my right and saw Chase skipping down the steps that led to the third floor.
He was looking down at his phone, until he heard me shut my door.
Then he looked up at me.
"Finally done? You were unpacking for hours." He laughed.
"Yeah." I shrugged. "Had a lot of stuff."
I turned away from him and walked to the stairs leading to the first floor.
I wasn't trying to be rude or anything. I'm just not the friendly type. I don't kiss up to everyone I meet in hopes of making a good first impression.
I've never cared much about that.
I heard Chase snicker behind me and then he was walking next to me.
"So, 'Jackie'?" He questioned. "That's a nickname, right?"
"No." I said.
I don't want this kid knowing my real name. He seems like the type who would call me it, knowing I don't like it.
"So, that is your real name?" He pressed.
"Yes."
Chase chuckled and skipped two steps ahead of me, then he stopped and stood in front of me on the staircase.
I was getting more and more irritated with this kid.
"You're lying." He said with a smirk.
"Okay." I dismissed and tried to walk around him, but he stopped me again.
"I know your real name." He said arrogantly. "But, my dad told us not to call you it because you get angry. Why?"
He was taunting me. Trying to see if he could hit a nerve by annoying me.
Ha, nice try.
I sighed and stared passed him on the stairs, then I looked back at him with a smirk of my own.
"Listen, Chase," I let his name slide off my tongue like water on duck feathers and looked into his eyes.
I could see the wariness flash in his green eyes, and noted the nervous flick of his tongue across his lips.
I grinned. "Before we, become acquainted with one another. You should know, I'm not like any of the normal girls you see everyday. I have a...certain attitude, that you will eventually find is unappealing to you. I also have very little patience for a lot of things.
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