After Thought // Chance Sutton

Chapter Seventeen

    "Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don't." -Meredith Grey.

A/N: I want to try and update more than once a week. It's just so hard when my work schedule is so fucking unpredictable. We still have about 10-13 chapters left in this story, who should I write about next? Anthony? Or Jake Paul? Let me know.

Ps. Lucky Blue Smith (pictured above) as Jackson aka Jax

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"Before you get mad, hear me out," Jackson spoke, finally uttering words.

Looking at one of the faces who single handedly caused me a lot of pain, was heart wrenching. It doesn't help with his relation to the notorious asshole. Before, I never hated anyone. That type of feeling wasn't in my vocabulary. Then Luther walked into my life and caused direct chaos.

"Why the fuck should we? Why are you even in LA? How are you even here?" Chance questioned.

"What is going on? You guys know each other?" Dylan asked, feeling more out of the loop than ever.

"Dyl, you remember when I told you about the Luther guy. Well, meet his brother," I pointed.

"You have five seconds before I punch you in the face," Chance angered.

I interlaced my fingers with his in hopes of calming him down. His emotions showed a lot more than mine did. Although, I had many things spiraling around in my head. I'd do anything for Dylan and if Jackson was trying to jeopardize that, I don't know how I would react.  

"I'm bi-sexual and Luther found out around the time I last saw you Beth. He made my life hell for a solid week. So I said fuck it, and left. A buddy of mine's brother owns a record store here and promised me work. I never sought out Dylan intentionally with the intent of hurting him. When I realized who he was I tried to stay away, but I couldn't," Jackson explained. "I'm not that person anymore, I changed. Just like you Chance."

"He's not the guy you knew in Ohio," Dylan interjected.

"He better not be," Chance said, rolling his eye's. "Does Luther know where you are?"

"Right now no, and he won't, I promise. I don't want to lead him to Beth." They eyed each other, as if to reference something else completely.

"Why would it matter? He's with Allison, isn't he?" I asked.

"Baby, Luther is psycho and will do anything to get what he wants. He got denied of you, and regardless of being with Allison. He will do anything in his power to split us up, he doesn't want to see me or you happy," Chance explained, bringing me close to his chest.

It's something I figured, but didn't want to know was true.

"Okay, this Luther guy is sounding more and more horrible," Dylan laughed in hopes of lightening the mood.

"Try being related to him," Jackson voiced.

If you would have told me that I would have Luther's brother, in my living room a few years ago. I'd tell you you're crazy. But now, Chance and Dylan are playing video games. And Jackson and I are sitting at the table, having a cup of coffee.

The whole situation, surreal to begin with. This person I held accountable for stuff, and all of that went away in the wind. Maybe it's being with Chance, and how it makes me into a much forgiving person.

"So you go back Jax now?" I asked.

"And you go by Lizzie? Weird, huh? How much life has changed for us?"

"It's been a good change though," I cooed.

"How did you do it? Forgive Chance for everything, and still be with him?"

It's a question that has been on my mind a lot lately. I was never one for forgiveness, it wasn't a trait I carried well. Until Chance came along, in my heart I knew how much I needed him. Being stubborn, wasn't going to get me what I wanted.

"Honestly, I wasn't going too. But then I realized how much of a future I wanted with him. And if my Mom was still alive, she'd tell me to forgive him. She was always one for redemption," I explained.

"I never got to say sorry about your Mom, I'm sure the accident was hard," he mentioned.

"Wait, how'd you know about the accident?" I asked.

"News travels in a small town, I guess," he spoke.

There was something he wasn't telling me. Maybe I only suspect so because he's related to Luther and with him there's always another story. I need to give Jackson a fair shot if he's going to be in Dylan's life.

"Yeah, it does," I eased.

"We're gonna go get some food, wanna come?" Dylan questioned.

"We ate earlier, have fun though." I said, Chance agreeing with me.

After a stressful, emotional few hours it was amazing to finally be alone. As they left Chance took me into his arms, burying his head into my neck. With just one small gesture the weight of everything fell away.

"How are you?" I asked. "With everything? With Jackson being here?"

"It doesn't make sense, I don't see how Luther would just let him go so easily. It makes me think he's planning something."

"Why though? What would Luther gain?"

"You," he sighed giving me a squeeze.

Pulling away from him, "he won't okay. I won't go near that psycho ass."

"I know you wouldn't intentionally, he's got ways though. And if he get's close enough to you. I wouldn't put it beneath him. But I won't let him, he's not ruining us again. Promise me something, no matter what Luther throws at us, we stay together okay?" He peered down at me, and something filled his big eye's.

Maybe it was sorrow.

"After everything we've been through, he won't break us up. Okay, not him, not anything." I explain.

His lips sweep mine and no space is left between us. Slow and soft, enough to entice me into another millennium. Hands drifted up my hip, resting at my needy and hot skin. A feeling, I didn't know that I would come to crave.

Breathless, a moan escapes from me. One that only feeds into him more. "Baby," he growls. With ease, my legs wrap around his waist. Pulling away for a quick second, our gazes locked.   

It was an invitation to learn more about him. And then it's a way for us to communicate without words. I'm sure it's fuel to his ego, knowing how much his touches affect me. The waves of pleasure are almost too much to handle.

"Baby," he coos setting me down. "You're driving me insane."

"In a good way?" I said, batting my eyelashes.

"The best way possible."