{A Chase Atlantic Love Story} (Soon to be tv show!)
"We were just uhm...you know talking." he stammered.
"Yeah" Clint said venom lacing his voice. "talking."
"Talking about what exactly?" Chris asked with the same amount of venom.
They were qu...
I wasn't given the time to be settling Leave everything, we're on our way around She took a piece of my mind without leveling Keep balancing or else we'll fall down She said, "How do we expect to be anything When we don't try to be anything? And why the hell do you always ignore me when I'm calling Are you busy doing better things?"
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{Mitchel's POV}
I leave Angeline's apartment, closing the door, I see her run to the door with the knife in her hand, I close it right in her face, she doesn't bother to open it she just stabs the door over and over, I stand there listening, she stops, I listen closely getting worried if she had hurt herself in the process, I hear sniffles, walking away from the door my phone buzzes.
Taking my phone out making my way down the stairs, I see it's a message from Clinton, *Where are you?*
Getting into the car I respond. *Just leaving Angeline's*
He texted back. *Let me guess how it went down, you tried to tell her, you pussied out and got laid, am I right?"*
I rolled my eyes at my brother. *Wrong actaully.*
*No way! You did it? How'd it go?*
I thought if I should tell him or not, but he's my brother we tell each other everything *It went different from how I imagined, she pulled a knife on me and literally tried to kill me.*
He responded straight away. *WTF?! ARE YOU OK?*
*Chill bro I'm alive.*
*I told you she was crazy man.*
*Yeah...let's talk about this later, I'm going to the bookstore catch you later.*
I clicked off my phone, it's a matter of time before he tells Christian, my phone will be off the hook, better turn my phone off.
Putting the key in the ignition I started my car, pulling out of the parking space I look back up for some reason, seeing what I saw I wish I didn't.
Angeline was standing at the top of the stairs, her face streaked with running mascara, in her hand was the knife she so desperately wanted to kill me with.
I shivered, driving away from the complex as fast as I could, not daring to look back, twenty minutes gone by of me driving I finally arrived at my destination.
Getting out of my car, locking it behind me I walk through the door making the bell jingle.
"Hi wel-gasp." The girl was walking from a back room gasped, dropping the books she was carrying.
