Delinquent

Delinquent - Chapter 9

I hadn't heard from Chase since the night that he was supposed to pick me up and take me to the park. I had got a couple texts from him asking me where I was, but that was about it, and that was a couple days ago. I felt terrible about standing him up, but I was with Paul, and Paul just made me forget everything. I sighed. Maybe I made Paul forget everything too and that was why he didn't want any more of this bed buddy thing we had going on. If it was for that reason, I definitely didn't blame him. For every other teenager it was Facebook that made them forget things but for me it was a combination of both Facebook and Paul. I tied my hair up into a messy ponytail and threw on an Abercrombie hoodie before going out the door. It was Friday night, and there was a football game going on between my school and another high school in town. Our schools were rivals, but the students didn't seem to really care about that. I took my phone out and texted Paul that I was on my way to his house so we could go to the game. I shoved my phone back into my hoodie pocket and looked up in just enough time to avoid walking into Chelsea. She pulled back immediately, looking surprised that I didn't see her at first. I didn't think she wanted to talk to me, so I kept walking. If she didn't want to talk to me though, why would she be walking in the direction of my house? She didn't know anyone else on my street. I turned around to see her staring at me like I had just ignored the fact that she existed. I smiled at the fact that she had been doing that very thing for a couple weeks to me. Too bad I deserved it and couldn't do it back to her. I walked the little distance back to where she was standing and smiled. She half-smiled back and fiddled with her hair which was in a ponytail as well, except it was braided.

"Are you on your way to the game?" she asked awkwardly, averting her eyes to anything and everything to avoid looking at me. I didn't blame her; I didn't really want to look at her either.

"Actually I'm on the way to Paul's house. Then I'm going to the game."

"Oh." She said and nodded, looking around again. "Can I come?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't you be able to come?" she raised an eyebrow at me.

"I've been a jerk lately...so I thought you'd be mad at me."

"No. I totally deserved it. I'm done with it now whether I have enough money for the car or not. You were right about all of it. It isn't worth it." She smiled.

"I'm glad you're alright." The smiled on my face vanished.

"What do you mean?" a scared look past over her face and she quickly looked away.

"Uhh...nothing. Let's go, shall we?" she started walking in the direction to Paul's house, and I followed idly. She was hiding something, but what?

We were silent practically the whole way, which was only about a fifteen minute walk. I texted Paul again to tell him that she was with us. He didn't mind. I was a little surprised that he actually let us walk there. Usually he would have demanded that I let him pick me up. He was stubborn, just like Chase. Oh well, birds of one feather flock together is what they say. I didn't bother to knock when we got to his house, I just walked in. Chelsea followed me in, and we both went to the living room first. Paul was usually in there, watching TV. To our surprise, he wasn't in there this time.

"Paul!" I called loudly.

"I'm in my room!" I heard a muffled voice yell back a few seconds later. Chelsea and I made our way up the steps, still not saying anything to each other. We went down the short hallway and went into Paul's room to see him half dressed. I sat on his bed, and Chelsea went to go sit on a chair at the desk.

"So, you're ready huh?" I asked him.

"I never said I was ready." He retorted, opening and closing drawers looking for something to wear. "Hey Chelsea, long time no talk." He said to her.