"I hate you," she muttered and I was taken aback.
I looked at the guys for a quick second and back at her.
"W-"
"Don't ever scare me like that again," she said harshly, colliding with my body.
I cringed hard and Erik pulled away so he was...
I shouldn't like Chase but I do. I tried to stop liking him. He was and still is a player but he's so cute and nice to me sometimes. In detention on Thursday, we passed notes the whole school day, not even bothering with our school work. I think I was starting to like him more than a neighbor. It scared me to fall in love though because I've loved someone before and it was a catastrophe. We were such a good couple, so everyone said, but it wasn't right. I thought I was in love with him while I still liked Chase. I just wanted a distraction. I needed a distraction from the bad boy. I shouldn't be in love with a bad boy. Yeah, that didn't work out too well. After school, Chase took me to where he stays in shape. It's like an old building filled with gym equipment and punching bags, stuff like that. I just sat on one of the benches and watched him punch a bag repeatedly. It was interesting, at least to me. The way his biceps and triceps worked together, the way his abs clenched after every punch, the way his torso glistened with sweat, how tousled his hair had become, and the way he looked at me when he took a short but useful water break. Chase had a strong affect on me. I hope he didn't notice it but it was major. I didn't want it to ruin the friendship we were slowly creating. At the end of his 'workout' he wiped a towel across his forehead. "We should go somewhere." I furrowed my eyebrows at his comment. "Where?" He shrugs. "I don't know. But you're fun to hang out with." I blush at his simple compliment. "Thanks?" "You're welcome," he grins. "I'd love to take you to a party," he smirks. I raise an eyebrow. "And what would we do at this party?" I asked, hiding my hands in the large sleeves of my hoodie. His smirks turns into a small smile. He looks down at my hands and grabs them, holding them in his hands, forcing them to come out from under my sleeves. "Uh, dance," he told me, chuckling lightly. "It's a week night." "So?" He asks me, staring into my green orbs. "I don't know Chase," I mumbled, turning my head away and looking at the concrete floor. "Hey," He says, holding his finger under my chin and turning it towards him. "Please? I'd love for you to come." I sighed. "Okay. Take me home so I can drop off my bag?" I ask and he grins. "Of course. Make sure your at my house by 6:00." I nod and we get into his mustang. The ride was quiet except for the quite soft hum of the motor. Before he unlocked the door to let me out, he looked at me and got all serious. "Will you wear something nice? For me? Nobody will hurt you. You'll be with me. I promise." I smile. "I'll see what I have." He grins and lets me out of the car. I can feel his eyes on me before I walk inside my house. What was I doing? Going out with a bad boy? To a party! I just hope mom or Ryder won't mind. "Where you been sis?" Ryder asks me when I set my back pack by my window. "I was out with Ryder." "Doing what?" He asks me, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. "He was working out. We were just talking. Nothing happened. But I am going to a party with him tonight," I tell him. Ryder scoffs. "Good luck with mom on that." I roll my eyes at him as he walks out and I walk into my closet, looking for something nice to wear. Something casual but nice. I decided on a cute white top with thin straps the cling to my shoulders. My bra was white as well so nothing showed through. I wore a necklace and some light denim jeans with big holes on my knees. I also had on some slip on checkers shoes. I threw my blonde hair up into a decent bun almost on top of my head and threw on a pair of sunglasses. I grabbed my phone and shoved it into my back pocket and jogged down the stairs. It was 5:45. "MOM!" I yelled out and it just happened to reach Ryder's ears. "STOP YELLING!!" He yelled back at me. I rolled my eyes and found mom in the kitchen. When she saw me she gasped. I hadn't worn anything even close to this since fifth grade. "You look wonderful! We're are you going Rachel?" She asked. "I'm going to a party," I told her, awaiting her reaction. "Sounds fun! Just make sure you're home by 11:00 sharp." I nodded. "Yes ma'am." I stuck my tongue out at Ryder as I walked past him and out the front door to Chase's house. He was outside, waiting for me. His mouth was in a little 'o' of astonishment. "You look beautiful," he muttered. I blushed. "Thanks." "This is why you need to not wear baggy clothes. You look gorgeous!" He said and I knew he was about to ask me again. I quickly changed the subject. "So, when will we go?" "Whenever you want," he beamed. I smiled. "Can we go now? I have to be home by 11." He grinned. "Plenty of time." He grabbed my hand and I followed him to where he was taking me. A garage. He opened the garage and in that garage was a nice shiny hildebrand & wolfmuller latest model. "You have the latest?" I asked in excitement. I've always wanted one of these but they are so expensive." "You know about bikes?" Chase asks me. I nod. "A little." He grins. "C'mon. Let's take a ride." I grin and squeal. He hands me a helmet but I push it away for two reasons. One: I never rode with a helmet when my dad used to teach me how so I just got used to not using a helmet. Two: I didn't want it to mess up my bun. "Going rogue on me Rachel?" Chase asks and I lift a shoulder. "Maybe." He grins and gets on the bike. I follow and wrap my arms around his solid back and let my legs and feet fold on top of his. "Hold on tight butterfly," he whispers before backing out and zooming off. It felt so nice to ride one again. I hadn't rode one in ages. The wind in my hair, well bun, the sun on my skin. It was wonderful. I think we were just riding around because we wasted about an hour by driving before he pulled up in front of a house blasting Spanish music. I raise an eyebrow at him. "Quinceanera." "I shouldn't be here," I muttered. This was a family event. He grabs my elbow. "You're with me. You'll be fine." I reluctantly let him lead me to the backyard where the 'dance floor' is. "Dance with me?" He asked so I let him take my hands and twirl me around in circles for hours. It was until one certain song came on, he changed our position. It sounded like the type of song where you laid your head on your partner's chest so that's what I did and Chase had his arms wrapped around my waist, his lips hovering above my ear. Let me just say, if I thought him talking was sexy, which it is, him singing Spanish to me is even more. His voice was so husky and rough but lovable at the same time. I loved it. "Mi persona favorita Tiene la cara bonita Tiene un ángel en su sonrisa Tiene un corazón y yo A mi persona favorita Yo le canto esta cosita De juguetes en mi vida Juega con mi corazón." "You have a lovely voice," I whispered against his chest. "Oh, wanna hear more?" He asked, in a chuckle. I just nodded. "Yo sé que tú a mí me quieres un poco Con tu carita posada en mi hombro Mira quien canta es la voz de mi amor. Mi persona favorita Tiene la cara bonita Tiene un ángel en su sonrisa Tiene un corazón y yo A mi persona favorita Yo le canto esta cosita De juguetes en mi vida Juega con mi corazón Yo sé que tú a mí me quieres un poco Con tu carita pegada en mi hombro Mi persona favorita Tiene la cara bonita Tiene un ángel en su sonrisa Tiene un corazón y yo A mi persona favorita Yo le canto esta cosita De juguetes en mi vida Juega con mi corazón Mi persona favorita Tiene la cara bonita Tiene un ángel en su sonrisa Tiene un corazón y yo A mi persona favorita Yo le canto esta cosita De juguetes en mi vida Juega con mi corazón." "You're voice is perfect," I whispered to him and I knew he was smiling. "Thank you. I'm sure yours is just a lovely," I can hear the smirk. "Yeah, you're never going to find out," I tell him smirking. "Oh c'mon. Please?" He asked, slowly swaying our bodies side to side. "I don't know any of these Spanish songs," I said, surprised I came up with an excuse that fast. "I can fix that," he told me, starting to walk towards where the music was probably playing from. "No, Chase, don't." He turned and raised and eyebrow at me. "Don't embarrass me in front of your family. I'll do it for you when we are alone," I mumble, already regretting my decision. Chase grinned from ear to ear. "Let's go then," he told me, taking my hand, and walking towards the motorcycle. "Chase," I started but he stopped me. "I'm going to listen to your voice wether you like it or not." I have him a disgusted look and he laughed, climbing on the motorcycle. "You coming?" He asked. I sighed and climbed onto the bike and wrapped my arms around his waist. He veers the bike to life and moves us forward, towards what I think is home.
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