Waiting For Nothing

Chapter 5: Just Because You Helped Me Doesn't Mean We're Friends

Chapter 5: Just Because You Helped Me Doesn't Mean We're Friends

I couldn't sleep that night. The images from the event that had occurred a few hours ago prevented me from falling asleep. So here I sat at the table in my kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee. I wore an oversized sweatshirt and shorts.

His face haunted me. I remember every feature on it and that scared me. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his sea blue eyes looking back at me. I don't like him or anything, it's just that the irony of what happened is amazing. Chase was the same one who left me on the side of the road bloody and bruised and then three years later he was playing knight in shining armor. There was definitely a reason behind his motives.

Glancing at the clock on the stove, I groaned. It was only 3:07, meaning that I had six hours until school started. Thankfully it was finally Friday and the school let out early on them. There would probably be a party later today and kids would get wasted beyond wasted. Then videos and pictures of them drunk would miraculously show up on the internet.

Personally, I didn't party and never have. Sure when I left to my aunt's and I lost weight, I was invited to quite a bit of parties, but they were never my kind of scene. Even if I did want to go, I had work to go to which sounded way better than some party with cheap beer.

I sat at the counter for what seemed like hours on end until my phone that rested next to me began to go off. Picking it up, I switched off the alarm and saw that it was 6:30. Sighing, I got up from the stool I had been sitting on and made my way upstairs to my room.

Not bothering to change into anything special despite the hot weather, I grabbed an oversized t-shirt, some Nike running shorts, and black vans. It was obvious that I didn't care about appearance. Instead of letting my hair hang in my face to shield the bruise, I tied it up into a messy bun.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder after brushing my teeth, I walked down the stairs jiggling my keys in my hand. For some reason my parents never got up for work and no one was awake right now. They probably drank themselves to sleep last night; that would make sense.

I locked the front door behind me and got into my truck, loving the feeling of comfort it gave me when I settled into the seat. I looked at the passenger's seat where Chase had sat in previously last night and shuddered slightly.

Shaking my head I turned the key and drove off to school.

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 After parking my truck in one of the further parking spots, I made my way towards the back entrance where there was less people. I quickly texted Trish to go on ahead of me. Before I was able to reach the doors, a hand pulled me off to the side and in between two walls.

They were way too close for comfort.

Whoever it was had their body pressed into mine and I could feel their breath on my forehead. Looking up I froze when I saw a pair of blue eyes staring down at me.

"Let me go, Chase." I swallowed loudly, hating the fact that he probably heard me.

"I want to talk about last night." His breath fanned over my face.

"You were there by chance and you helped me out. Thanks. If you think that makes up for what you did then you have another thing coming." I spat out the words at him, watching as he flinched.

"Will you ever let me explain?!" His sudden shouting caused me to jump slightly.

"No! Okay?! You ruined my life once; I'm not going to let you ruin it a second time." Shoving him away from me I stalked back towards the doors. Without hesitating I shoved my way through the doors and made my way to my locker.