Delinquent

Delinquent - Chapter 4

This chapter gets pretty violent at the end, just a warning.

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"Come on, wake up." I could hear Chris's rarely concerned voice somewhere off in space, but I couldn't figure out where. I couldn't move any part of my body, and I just felt Chris holding me limp wrist with his hand primping me up by my back. "Cassidy," he called my name. Suddenly I felt like consciousness hit me, and I opened my eyes slowly to see Chris. He was much darker than I remembered him being. That was probably because my eyes were still getting use to the light. I grabbed my wrist away from him and tried to stand up, only to fall while I was half way up. Chris was there to catch me, but I twisted out of his grip again. I couldn't believe he hit me, actually hit me! "Cas, wait-"

"There's nothing for me to wait on Chris. So I screwed up Friday night, that's no reason to hit me."

"I didn't hit you. I just swung you around a little, I didn't mean for you to hit the wall." I shook my head, not taking that bull crap he was spitting out. Even if that technically wasn't hitting me, he still hurt me, and it was on purpose.

"I'm going to class." I said turning to grab for the door handle. Chris to seized hold of my arm once more, pulling me close to him. I was going to yell at him, but I closed my mouth knowing that would probably end up badly. I was surprised that I was even about to walk away from him when he clearly wasn't done talking.

"Really, I'm sorry. However, I have a job for you tonight."

"Sorry. I can't, I have homework." I shrugged slightly annoyed. "You have other people that can do it."

"I want you to do it."

"Well, I told you I can't." he looked slightly angered. I sighed. "So who is it this time?"

"Chase Mathews. He's a senior here, on the football team. He wants some weed." I waited for more. There had to be a reason for Chris to want Chase seriously injured. When he didn't say anything, I asked him why. He shrugged and smiled. "No reason really."

"What? Chris that's the third person that you haven't had a reason for, this is not a game."

"Maybe it is. Oh well, I don't care. It's not my life anyway." I shook my head.

"When we started this, it was supposed to be about teaching people a lesson for their actions, not some sick, twisted game."

"Cassidy, do you need to get your ears checked? I said I don't care. Now dress up really nicely and take Chase to the place. Alright?" his eyes fell onto my chest and I suddenly felt sick. I covered myself, feeling naked under his stare. I walked away from him then and went to my next class, not even bothering to grab a binder out of my locker. When I showed up in class I found out that I was an hour late. I should've looked at the time. I mentally cursed myself, taking my seat as the teacher ignored my presence and kept on rambling on about mitosis and meiosis.

I was scanning my whole closet for something exposing to wear for Chase. I had to get his attention, and I had to keep it. I finally decided on some fish net stocks with a short shorts and high heels. For the top I decided on a halter top that had a V neck. I threw it on the bed, where Chelsea looked over it quickly. She half-smiled at it, and then looked back up at me. I sat on the bed beside her, looking at it again. Just looking at the outfit depressed me. Knowing what was going to happen while I was in this outfit, that Chase could be hurt because he was paying attention to me was just sickening. As long as nothing went wrong, he wouldn't be too roughed up. "So, I saw you go with Chris today." Chelsea said apprehensively, like she wasn't sure she wanted to talk about it. Not only was Chris my boss, but he was her boyfriend. I sighed and looked at her straight on to let her know nothing was going on between us.