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Chapter 4. Chase

Ylona

"So now you got nicknames with Mr. Popular? Then what? I get replaced?" Chase scoffs from across me.

"Oh c'mon love. As if he'd actually remember me a few days from now." I console as I playfully throw a pillow at him. He easily catches it and hugs it to his chest instead. "Stop being a jealous douche."

"I'll fucking punch him in the face if he forgets you." He retorts, contradicting himself on the process. "A girl as pretty as you is hard to forget. And by hard, I mean really hard." He ends with a smirk.

Chase has been my bestfriend since college. He took up Engineering while I took Fine Arts.

"Stop being mean and come help me build this fucking drawer. I swear to God that assembling a Gundam is so much easier than putting up this drawer. Ikea really should invest in puzzle making." I complain as I try to see which parts go where.

"And I swear to God I didn't finish Engineering just to build damned drawers." He grumbles beneath his breath but still comes to help me out. "This goes here dumdum. Do you even read the manuals?" He proclaims as he snatched the piece from my hand to place it where it should be.

"I prefer to not play by the rules." I grin as I watch him build the drawer slowly. He's already shoved me aside. Practically because I don't even know what I'm doing but mostly because I delay the work too much.

"Clearly." He chuckles as he finally puts up the drawer. Finishing one hundred times faster than me.

"You are a life saver." I declare as I push the drawer into place. I look back at him only to see him smirking at me.

Eyes, fixated on my body.

I snap my fingers to get his attention and he snaps his head back up. He sees the scowl on my face and he raises his hands up in defeat.

"Have you been working out?" He retorts lamely the smirk never leaving his face.

"And are you done checking me out you pervert?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"You love it anyway." He grins that boyish grin of his and I can't help but get infected.

Chase you see is my childhood bestfriend. He grew up with me in the same neighbourhood and went to the same school as me til Junior high. His family moved when Senior High came so I was surprised to see Chase in College all grown up and looking fine than before.

"Be thankful you're my bestfriend or I'd be calling the cops on you." I joke as he laughs it off.

"So anyway, I hear Oni's been doing great. Aaaaaand.." He drawls on for suspense. "Heard you got famous overnight." He grins.

I groan. "No Chase. I did not become famous. I never will."

"C'mon babe. Those skills will send you skyrocketing to fame. I mean you're already talk of the town." He teases just for the sake of annoying me.

"Like hell I'd let that happen." I scoff.

"When you're famous, please don't forget the one who got your back." He then coughs, "Me."

"Oh of course." I tease back. "I'll make sure to mention how you passed out on me at a frat party and how I was forced to drag you home in an interview.

He holds a hand to his heart, feigning to be hurt. "I don't recall any of that happening. Therefore it isn't real." He defends himself, as lamely as possible.

I laugh at his expense, remembering the time he passed out on a party due to drinking too much. It was hilarious to say the least. He was mumbling on about how much he loves me and how he appreciates me and basically how much he glorifies my existence.