Hating The Bad Boy (ON HOLD)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

•Courtney's P.O.V•

"There you are!" I smile at him, he looks so troubled. "Is it okay? Did you sort it?" I ask cautiously, he sighs. "Sort of, I'd rather not talk about it."

"You wanna get outta here?" I ask, one nod is all it takes for us to make our way out of school and home, my place.

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A wave of guilt hits me as he casually sits on the couch, where Jake casually sat before him. Please don't be a repeat!

I beg, my head growing dizzy. I sit next to him... And watch tv... He got up, but this time I didn't huff because I didn't find this enjoyable, "Want a drink C?" he asked, I froze, "NO!" I ran upstairs to my room and cried like the hormonal teenage girl I am. It hurt too much!

I know I like Chase, I know it! It's just such a bad feeling! That type of dé ja vú.

I heard him run up behind me and knock on my door. I'm sure he heard the sobbing because next thing I know, he's barged in and lay next to me rubbing my back, my tears soon subside to quiet whimpers.

"Hey, stop, it's okay, whatever it is it's okay..." He soothes, I stop soon and he takes the opportunity to sit me up and hug me. All he says is "I don't want to know unless you want to tell." And that's why I love him, he knows when to stop, when not to ask and let me come around.

"De ja vú..." I explain, he nods "Jake." he states. "It was too soon after, I know you love me, I love you too but I should've given you some time." I smile. "It's okay, thanks Chase... Your the best" I hug him and we stay like this for awhile.

"So do you want a drink then?" I burst out laughing, even with my fresh tears still on my face. He joins in as we get up and head back downstairs.

"COD?" I ask. "FIFA!" He states. "No!" I retort. "I'm going to tickle you until you give in C... Just save yourself and give in." Chase smirks. "Your evil!" I cross my arms. He walks over and opens the case, he smirks slyly as he puts the disc in.

He throws me a controller. "Death-match! I'm so kicking your ass!" Chase looks at me in utter confusion. "I put FIFA in you moron!" He states as though I'm mentally challenged. "It's not! Moron, look!" sure enough the screen shows COD.

"How?!?" He whips his head back. Laughing I explain slowly... "I switched cases, I knew you'd pick FIFA (you always do) so I swapped cases and you didn't check the disc because you were too caught up in your 'victory' to notice." I air quote, "And you say I'm evil!" He states, mocking offence I counter. "I'm not evil! I'm cunning, there's a difference!"

"Whatever! Let's play!" Chase cries. "Your so getting slaughtered!!" I yell back. "BRING IT!" Oh, I am!