The Princess of the Streets

Fifteen - What Just Happened?

I followed Chace to the bathroom, though he was quite a bit ahead of me. He seemed to be on a mission because he pushed past a group of people standing around their locker. I quickened my pace, even more curious because of his attitude.

He ignored the glares aiming at his back and turned the corner one more time before he flung open the girls' bathroom door. I practically skipped after him, catching the door before it had the chance to close.

I glanced in to see three girls standing in front of the sinks, one including Ryan's dropped cheerleader from ten minutes before with perfectly retouched mascara. They didn't squeal like in the movies, but they gave him surprised looks.

"Why are you still standing there? Out," he commanded.

They scoffed and looked at him like he was crazy, but didn't dare argue. Probably because of the determined look in his eyes. I was almost as offended as them, I mean, this is the girls' room.

The girls quickly filed past me without really looking at me. They probably didn't want to be in Chace's way any more than necessary. Once the door was shut, I walked further into the room to see Chace with his hand in his hair with his eyes closed.

"You know, you didn't have to be such a prick about it," I told him.

He opened up his eyes and stared wordlessly at me for a moment before coming up to me and grabbing my arm.

"Whoa!" I said as he shoved me into the wall, locking my hands above my head with his own. I only got a glimpse of his chocolate brown eyes before his mouth was on mine.

...What. The. Fuck.

Shocked didn't begin to describe what I was feeling in that moment. His mouth was moving skillfully over mine though I still hadn't responded due to the surprise. He was close enough that I could smell his cologne, and not only could I see his long eyelashes against my cheek through my wide eyes, I could feel them too.

The strangest thing out of the entire situation was the fact that I felt a flutter in my stomach. I gasped and moved my head away from him. I finally came back to my senses and broke my hands loose from his grip and pushed him away so that he faltered back a few steps.

I wound my arm back and connected my fist to his face. He immediately grabbed his cheek and fell to the ground on his butt.

"Why would you do that?" I shouted at him. What an asshole! I knew he hadn't really changed. Who did he think he was kissing girls without permission?

He looked up at me and did the last thing I ever would have expected a boy to do after I just punched him; he smiled. I gaped at him.

"I knew you weren't as easy as everyone says," he said as if he was satisfied with what had just happened.

I could only stare, dumbstruck. "You wanted to see how easy I was?" I said finally, spitting out the words. I suddenly felt disgusted with myself for not pushing him away sooner, and even worse for sort of liking it. Though I'd never admit the last part to anyone.

He bit his lip and looked down. "I wouldn't phrase it like that."

"You practically did." I flipped my hair over my shoulder and glared at him as he pushed himself off of the floor. He already had a bruise blooming on his cheek. Good.

"You know, I actually thought you were a little different from what I remember, but apparently not. Except somehow, you're an even bigger asshole than before. You don't do that sort of thing!" I shouted as I opened the door.

"Chase, wait, I didn't mean to offend you." He grabbed my arm, so I let myself fall backwards into him and shoved my elbow into his ribs. He grunted and lost his breath, loosening his hold on me. I jerked my arm out of his hand and kept walking.

I stopped suddenly and spun around so suddenly he blinked in surprise. "And maybe the reason I didn't kiss you back is because I can't stand you," I said angrily.

It was times like that where I hated my impulsive mouth. I regretted saying it the second it passed my lips. The hurt that crossed over his face only lasted a second before he straightened out and gave me an icy look.

"You know what? I don't even know why I bothered with you. You're still a bitch, and everyone knows it. You were a waste of my time, anyway." He kept all emotion off as he walked past me, bumping hard into my shoulder as he passed.

I gasped when I felt tingles in my arm where his bare arm had touched. I ignored it and turned back around. He just called me a bitch and a waste of time! But, he really did look hurt...

I sucked in a breath through my teeth before calling out, "No, wait."

He came to a hesitant stop right in front of the corner. I hesitated before jogging up to him and grabbing him by the arm. "I... I'm s-" I sighed, and tried again. I hated apologizing. "I'm sorry."

He turned around and had a completely dumbstruck look on his face for about ten seconds before giving me an earsplitting smile that made my heart beat about a hundred times quicker. Oh my dear lord, was his smile pretty! No. Hush up, Chase! I chastised myself.

He leaned down again, and once again I was frozen in place. This time didn't kiss me. He bent down until I felt his breath on my ear. "You should be," he whispered, though I cou hear a joking tone.

I scoffed out a somewhat laugh and pushed him away. He stumbled back a few steps with the smile still on his face. "No, I guess I am too. I guess my charm doesn't work on all girls," he stressed.

Actually, it does. Except I wouldn't tell him that even if my life depended on it. Ever.

Instead, I smirked. "Yeah, and who said romance was dead? You and your arrogance are the obvious incarnation."

He bit his lip and ruffled my hair like one of my uncles would do. "I'll see you in detention, Chase." He went off on his way.

"Yeah see yo-" I started before really taking in his words. I looked over the corner. "Wait, what?"

He just spinned around and gave me a cute shrug.

More butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and in that moment I couldn't decide if I wanted to go have an emergency talk with Ryder to analyze this horrifying new problem, or go to the gym and get into a fight to get my head back on track. There was obviously something wrong with me if I was getting butterflies, especially from Chace.

I immediately took off to my locker with my hands in my hair. What the hell was wrong with me?!

A/N: I know this was fairly sudden, but this scene kept popping into my head, so it's definitely how it would have happened. Also I'm going to try my hardest to be more consistent and update every Thursday. Love you all! XOXOXO

- Britney