Caught

Chapter 16

(Chase's POV)

"Parker? Parker!" I angrily threw down my phone. Parker stepped out of the kitchen, a jar of Nutella and spoon in his hand.

I threw up my hands. "She has a boyfriend."

His hands widened, as he tentatively stepped forward and handed me the jar of chocolateley-goodness. Grabbing it, I shoved the spoon in my mouth, chocolate-hazelnut spread melting slowly as it slid down my throat.

He shrugged. "It's what you get when you fake-cheat on the girl."

"I didn't cheat on her, dammit!"

He sucked in his lips. "Are you sure.. That she has a boyfriend I mean?"

I took a breath, and mixed the spoon through the jar, creating a soft liquid. "I saw her walking in town. With. . . with a guy. They had their arms around eachother."

"What did he look like?"

"I don't know! Does it matter? He- he had a crew cut. That's all I know. Their backs were toward me."

He crossed his arms. "It matters because if he lived around here, we could talk to him."

I raised my eyebrows.

Parker held out his hands in protest. "Okay, okay. Not fight, just talk."

I slammed down the jar of Nutella on the coffee table with more force intended. Flopping down on the couch, I covered my face with my face.

"What am I going to do?"

Parker was quite. I looked up after a few moments. He had the jar in his hand, looking dreamily down into it as he placed the spoon in his mouth.

I picked up a pillow, and threw it across the room at him.

"Ow! What was that for?"

I scowled. "Would you at least listen to me? I miss her so much it's indescribable ."

He looked down. "Maybe.."

I waited. "What?"

"Maybe you should just forget about her. Move on."

I gaped at him. "I-I can't."

"You might have to." He simply stepped out of the room. With the Nutella.

I groaned. I felt like a depressed teenage girl.

*~*

(Ally's POV)

I was sitting on my porch when he came. Looking up, my stomach turned into butterflies. I couldn't have this, though. He broke your heart, Ally. And I was so close to recovering.

"Ally?" I walked down, and crossed my arms. He'd looked like he'd been running. His cheeks, a faint pink color. His shoved his hands into his pockets. He wore a grey, soft hoodie. With the hood up, I only saw half his hair. It was a grey day. The ones when it looked like the clouds would burst any moment. A day when it was perfect to sit on the couch and read, listen to music. Not a day to deal with this.
I didn't say anything, just stared into the beautiful eyes I had fallen for.

"Ally, I have to tell you something."

"Wh-what?" He couldn't. I'm going to cry. He can't do this now. Not now.

He looked down, then up. Stepping forward, he reached his thumb up to my face. I didn't swap it away. Just stared, arms crossed, waiting for the famous statement.

"I love you."

*~*

Than the tears came. Unable to control them, I stepped back.

"N-no. You can't love me."

He looked suddenly angry. "I do."

Than, at that moment, I did the only thing girls do at a moment they want to escape. I ran. I Ran down the beach, and started at a sprint. My lungs, gasping for air. I didn't care. I wanted to get away. My long legs carried me far, and I couldn't stop the memory that flooded into my head. The last time I had ran on the beach like this.. It was when Chase was running after me. The anticipation was the same at this moment, only I wasn't running in laughter. I was running in tears. Tears of sadness. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly, but I couldn't have him. He broke my heart, and I can't give him a second chance. I can't. The memory continued; Chase, grabbing me and picking me up. I screamed and laughed. Than, the water came. He had dropped me, than he had kissed me. But this time, when I was running, I felt actual water again once more. I had fallen, in grief. Here I was, sitting on the beach. Crying, and becoming soaked. Soaked in the salty water that had covered Chase and I while we were kissing. Kissing. Kissing..

*~*

The walk back to my house didn't commence until later that night. That was okay, I needed time to think. I was worried mostly for my behalf. We were leaving in three weeks. Sure, that sounds like a long time. But in reality, it's not. Walking through that door.. Was strange. No scratch that. It was a nightmare. Sitting at my kitchen table, drinking coffee with my parents, was the Chase. He laughed at something my dad said, and than looked up when the door slammed shut.

Chase stood up, and took a deep breath. This boy was not giving up. "Can we take a walk?"

I nodded, not understanding why he didn't just walk away from me, and the mess he had created. My conscience told me, no! But my legs didn't seem to listen, as they walked swiftly out of the porch door without a word, motioning for him to follow. My cheeks were tear stained, but I didn't care. I just wanted him to leave, but yet, I didn't.

Making our way halfway down the beach, I whipped around and crossed my arms.

"What do you want?"

"You."

I stopped, than opened my mouth to reply. But only, I didn't have anything to say.

(Mia's POV)

I watched Ally through our window upstairs. Chase stood across from her, staring. Oh, no. Bad! Very bad! They can't become close again! What do I do?

I racked my brain, forcing my conscience to give me ideas. Than, it came. I waltzed over to my makeup bag, and slowly applied my baby lips, mint.

Running out of the house, I walked over to the repairing couple with an added sway in my hips. This was it, where all my acting came into place.

Deep breath.

"Chase! Baby!" I squealed. He looked up, his brow frowning in confusion.

Before I could catch a glimpse of Ally's face, I threw myself into his arms, and firmly pressed my lips into his. He responded for only a second, before he pulled away and dropped me back on my feet.

"What the hell?"

I smiled, and looked over my shoulder.

Ally had ran, her athletic stride bringing her farther away from us, and most importantly?

Chase.

Mission accomplished.