Waiting For Nothing

Chapter 7: Maybe I'm Just PMSing, But Chase Is A Dip

Chapter 7: Maybe I'm Just PMSing, But Chase Is A Dip

Eventually I had came out of my room and made my way to the living room. I could Sal's voice arguing against Chase's. Peeking around the corner, I raised my eyebrows at the sight that greeted me.

Sal had four cards in her hand while Chase only had two. They were playing the card game Bullshit, and from what I've gathered Chase called Sal on her lie, but she is currently in denial. Clearing my throat, both of their heated stares shot up to look at me.

Ignoring Chase, I nodded to Sal. "I hope it's not too late to eat?"

"No of course not! I knew you could come out eventually so I put everything in the oven. It's spaghetti." She grinned at me and then turned back to Chase once I began making my way to the kitchen.

When I opened the oven the smell that greeted me was absolutely mouth watering. Greedily I reached out at one of the pans, but shouted out loud as a searing pain shot up my arm.

Okay, not one of my brightest moves; that was for sure.

Grunting, I pulled my hand back and inspected the damaged area. It didn't look bad at all, just red but it would still blister up within a few hours. The burn was along my fingers and stopped right before my palm. At least it was my bad hand.

"I need to run cold water over this and everything should be okay. The irony is that all this crap happens to my bad hand. What temperature is the oven even on?" While I was talking to myself I glanced over at the oven and grimaced.

"450 degrees. Jeez, it's like Sal wanted to kill me. Then again I did rudely ditch out on dinner in a house that I'm not entirely used to. I'm still a guest here too. Maybe if I'm lucky enough Sal will let m-" Somebody cleared their throat from where they stood in the doorway. Dread filled me as I turned and met Chase's cool gaze.

"I, uh...." He looked lost in thought and stared at the floor now. "Do you always talk to yourself?" Obviously he had blurted out the first thing that had come to mind.

I cocked an eyebrow at him and turned, grabbing an oven mitt. "Do you always question everything?"

As I set down the pan containing the spaghetti I glanced over at him. To my surprise he had silently moved to the table that sat in the corner of the kitchen and was sitting down. I began to scoop out some spaghetti when he started humming.

Not giving him the reaction he wanted, Chase increased the volume while smiling up at me victoriously. I leaned against the counter watching him while I ate my spaghetti.

"You know, most guys find what you're doing as a turn on." I choked on the food I was eating and began coughing loudly. Once I was done, I straightened up, I narrowed my eyes at him. He looked back at me innocently with his hands raised in defense.

"I think you're the only one that does, you little weirdo." Picking up my fork I scooped some noodles up with it and flung them at an unsuspecting Chase. He shouted out loud, jumping up, but failing miserably so he fell out of the chair and onto the ground.

"I do not enjoy humming." I smirked at him, watching as he slowly got to his feet. He crept towards me, so I backed away from him.

"You should not have done that, Leah." His eyes clouded over and he reached out his hands. I ducked away from his hands and stood on the other side of the table where he had previously sat.

"Now Chase, don't do anything that you'll regret." I felt my chest flutter as he reached for my abandoned plate of spaghetti. Picking out a few noodles he chucked them at me before I could react. They landed on my cheek with a soft splatter. I glared up at him, but couldn't help laughing out loud as he had a look of horror on his face.