Duck In The Battlefield

No Regrets

Hey everybody! I'm sorry for how long it's taken me to upload this chapter, to be honest I've been working on it for a while but just haven't had the time to really sit and complete it. But after all this time here it is! I hope it was worth the wait because I had a lot of laughs writing this chapter. Stay tuned for the next chapter to come!

Chapter 48

Chase was frozen still, his expression unreadable. It was like he either didn't know how to react or he didn't want to show me.

But even I didn't even know how to act, but I knew I wasn't ready to confess... not yet. So I opened my mouth and it wasn't until then that I knew it was possible to kill yourself with your own words.

"Fu...ck? I think I forgot to flush the toilet,I need to go flush the toilet I left a um... bad surprise. I'm sorry I'll be back," I mumbled like an idiot.

Chase immediately turned red but I could see his shoulders drop as he relaxed. Without any other word I ran back into the building. On my way through the door I bumped into Junior who was knocked onto the floor.

"Hey, just the person I was looking for," Junior said standing up and brushing his jeans.

"Duck...Oh my god, Duck are you okay, why are you crying?" Junior said worried. But I ignored him and continued running to my room.

I couldn't see anything past my tears as I ran up the flight of stairs. I don't know what felt worse. The embarrassment or the rejection. I've watched Chase enough to read him and I wasn't stupid as I seemed. Down there at the pool he was either really relieved I was going back to flush an imaginary toilet or he was relieved I didn't confess my feelings to him.

I looked up at my favorite part of the ceiling and knew that the world felt my pain. So they would understand when I said I was never going to come out my room and I will avoid Chase like the plague.

I curled up in my bed and wished that tomorrow never came.

The next morning I felt much better. I looked like crap but I would be okay.After all, I had enough snacks in my room to help me survive an apocalypse. So I was never going to leave my room. I sat back in my bed and for the first time I was able to be a regular teenager. I planned on binge watching the latest Netflix show and scarfing down hot cheetos. I had gotten five episode in before I heard a knock on the door.

"Duck I know you're in there," Drake said from the other side of the door. I ignored him and muted the tv.

"You have your match with Kaha tomorrow, there's no way in hell I'm letting you miss practice today." Drake knocked once more and then he was silent as if waiting for a response. But I continued to ignore him hoping that he'd go away.

Of course Drake is clueless and I guess he took my silence as an approval to pick lock my door and come barging in.

"Aw don't you look cute, like a homeless troll," He said strolling in and closing the door behind him.

I was wearing my nightgown and hugging a pillow. I glared at him as he just smiled at me. If I wasn't so upset his smile might have actually meant something.

"Go away." I replied rolling my eyes as I turned up the volume of the tv.

Drake sat next to me in the bed and I tried to put some distance between us but the bed was too small.

"What's wrong?" Drake asked. I waited for him to say more but when he didn't I cautiously looked over at him.

I was a little surprised by how serious he was. "Nothing."