Perspective

25- Sunsets and Sunrises

"Chase! Oh my god! Enjoy the party?"?Carmella asks.

I stare at her in silence before standing up and stretching to my full height.

I'm not that super tall compared to a lot of girls, but I'm definitely taller than Carmella by a few inches. My broad shoulders also make me seem much more intimidating.

I clear my throat and look her in the eyes.

"What do you want?" I ask her, bluntly.

"I-I was just wondering if you enjoyed my party."

Why does she sound scared?

"No and thanks for asking."

Usually, I'm super nice to people no matter what but after what she did to Asher, she needs the harsh truth.

"Chase, I'm sorry," She says, sounding like she's on the verge of tears.

"Okay."

Sorry isn't going to cut it.

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"He's the one you should be asking that question. But, if we're going to be honest, you can't just pretend like that never happened."

"I know and I'll never forgive myself for it. I just got so carried away!"

"Chase!" Asher calls from his car.

"I have to go. We'll talk some other time," I say and run off to Asher's car.

"Hey," He greets me with a smile.

I get in his car and he drives off.

"Thanks for picking me up," I say.

"Of course," He runs a hand through his hair. "What was Carmella saying?"

"She was asking me for forgiveness even though she hurt you," I admit.

Asher stays silent as he continues driving. I don't say anything either.

Instead of pulling into my neighborhood, Asher goes past the entrance.

"Asher, you missed the turn," I tell him.

"I know." He says, amused.

"Please tell me that you're not secretly working for the FBI and that you know I'm criminal. They had Kit-Kats! I had to take more than one!" I plead.

"Chase, what the fuck?"

I slap my forehead in embarrassment.

Fun fact, whenever I get nervous I'll bring up my past experiences. Whenever I get hurt either emotionally or physically, I include science or history whenever I'm talking.

"If I wasn't driving right now, I'd totally kiss you," Asher says with a laugh.

Oh no. Chase, don't. Don't do it you dumb bitch.

"When I was 5, I kissed a pig's ass," I blurt out.

Asher glances at me with a huge goofy smile. "That's super attractive."

"So were you being serious?"

"About what? Kissing you?"