After Thought // Chance Sutton

Chapter Two

I wonder what Allison is doing at this very moment, if she's drunk out of her mind, or making better choices that what is usually expected of her. However her night is going, I hope she's safe. We've been friends since we were three years old.

She has stayed by my side through losing my Mom, and I could never repay her for that. "You didn't answer my question Beth." Chance cheekily said.

I looked over to him, realizing I wasn't paying attention to what he'd been saying. "Hmm?"

"I asked why you got all quiet suddenly."

"Oh- I'm just not used to people complimenting me." I blushed.

"Really?" He asked.

Why does he sound so surprised? I look in the mirror everyday, and see nothing worth admiring. Maybe my hair, it's long. I have an okay face shape, but other than that? Nothing. Allison likes to tell me that she loves my curves.

I don't see that at all.

I shrugged my shoulder's, "Boys have never showed an interest towards me."

"Well they're crazy."

"I'd agree with you, but then we would both be wrong." I chuckled.

"Don't do that." He said, putting his hand on my thigh again. This time the pad of his thumb rubbing small circles, I don't know how such a small movement could feel so good.

"What?"

"Use sarcasm to insult yourself. It's dumb. If you don't like what you see, change it."

Cocking my head to the side, "You're the first person to suggest it. I've never even thought of doing that. Maybe I will."

"No matter what you look, I'll think you're gorgeous. But it's pretty important that you think so too."

If there is something Chance Sutton isn't, it's a cliché. He didn't tell me that 'oh you're beautiful,' and somehow I'm cured of every single insecurity I have. He told me to change it, and that's pretty damn honest.

"Thank you."

Something to note, since getting in here, we've gravitated more towards each other. It's making more aware of each movement I make. If you would have told me this morning when I woke up, that I'd be in this situation. I would call you a liar.

The way he's looking at me, is more intimate than any kiss or action could be. And that makes me terrified.

"What are you going to do after high school?" I ask, in hopes of deterring the conversation away from me.

He chuckled, "I don't know, I just wanna get out of Ohio."

"Why?"

"Why would I stay? So I can go to college, maybe work for my dad and his real estate firm. Get married, have kids, and never leave. That doesn't sound like I life I want." Shaking his head, he ran a hand through his brown hair.

"Then tell me, what kind of life do you want." I stated.

He looked as though he was in deep thought for a moment, then smiled. "I want to do something epic, inspire people. I just don't know how."

"Youtube."

"What do you mean youtube?"

"Inspire people through youtube. You can make a living off of it, and get your platform out to thousands of people at the same time. Have you ever heard of Smosh? Or Roman Atwood? Shane Dawson? O2L? I could go on for days."

"How would I even start that?"

"Vine maybe, it's just a shorter easier version of something you'd put on youtube. Or Instagram. You're funny and cute. Trust me people will listen."

"You think I'm cute." He stated.

Of course that is all he took away from what I said. My cheeks were a fire at this point, and my heart beating fast again. "I uh-" I stammered, "yeah you're cute."

"Just cute? That's all I am too you?" His hand travelled up to my neck. Gripping me with large hands, he whispered in my ear, "try that again."

It took everything in me not to moan right then. "You're way more than that."

He placed a kiss to my neck, fuck. "What was that Beth?"

"You're hot, so fucking hot." I admitted.

He immediately pulled away from me with the biggest grin across his face. "That's what I thought."

Damn you, Chance Sutton.

It took me a second to catch my breath again. I was so flustered, and completely unaware of what him touching me for two seconds like that could do to me.

"What about you?" He asked.

"Hm?"

"What do you want to do after high school?" He asked.

"Never really thought about it. Probably run my parent's restaurant." I shrugged.

"And that's what you want?"

"I don't know." I've never known anything else. The thought of leaving my Dad, terrifies me to death. "I can't leave, my Dad is too unstable. I'm afraid he'll drink himself to death. Or let the restaurant fall under."

"He's not your responsibility Beth."

"I know that, but I don't have much when it comes to family. Just him, and my aunt in Michigan. My Dad doesn't do good with being lonely, so the second his newest girl leaves him. He'll be back to square one." I explained.

He shook his head, "That can't be your life. Working at a restaurant everyday, just to go home and make sure your Dad is okay. There isn't anything else in this world that you want? Anything that you enjoy doing?"

"Well I used to like writing. Every year I would write a book, and give it to my Mom for Christmas. She always used to call me her favorite novelist." I smiled at the memory. "When I was little they were just little books, but as I got older they become full length novels with actual story lines and characters."

"Then do that, send something out to a publisher, and get the hell out of this stupid town. You're way more than this, you know that right?"

I shook my head. "I wouldn't even know-"

"No," he stated, the tips of his fingers grazed my chin turning my head towards his. "You are way too smart, to waste away here. There's so much more to life than a random small town in Ohio."

Maybe he's right. "Okay,"

"Promise me that you'll do everything in your power to get out of here."

"I promise." I took a deep breath, "Why do you care so much? About what I do?"

"Because you aren't like the other girls I've met. Most girls that come out of here have the same life. They go to college in Cleveland, come back and be housewives. Join the PTA, and do random volunteer work. But nothing truly spectacular, I don't want you to fall into that pattern."

I could leave, truly, my aunt offered to let me move up to Michigan. She lives just outside of Lansing by herself, and could use the company. But my Dad, how could I just leave him like that. He isn't my responsibility but I love him so much.

"I wouldn't be caught dead at PTA meeting," I commented.

He laughed, "Me neither."

I check my phone, another hour has gone by. And my life is changing more and more by the second. How can this random boy, have such an impact on my life ideals? I barely knew who he was earlier, now I am contemplating everything I know.