Falling For The Bad Boy || Completed

Chapter 7

CHASE'S P.O.V.

  "Where are you taking me?" Rachel asked me.
  "Somewhere special," I told her, squeezing her hand on the console.
  I had got her to wear something nice to where we were going. So, she wore dark skinny jeans, a crop top, and a pair of shiny black sandals. She looked adorable. She even curled her hair.
  She groaned and I looked over at her.
  "You'll be fine. I'm not taking you anywhere bad," I chuckled and looked back at the road.
  I slammed on the brakes and barely stopped at the stop light.
  Rachel has her hands on the dashboard, steadying herself and my hands where gripping the wheel tightly.
  "Sorry Rache," I muttered and came up with a funny excuse. "Stop distracting me."
  She gives me am accusing glare. "You told me to wear this!"
  I laugh and grabbed her hand again, slowly pressing my foot on the gas. "I told you to wear something nice, not casual."
  She gives me a look and it looks like one of those mom looks. "I'm sorry. Would you have rather me wear sweats and a hoodie?" She asks me and I clutch her hand in mine.
  "I was kidding Rache."
  "Uh-huh. I'm watching you Chase," she says, leaning her head against the leather head rest.
  At a red light, I lift her hand to my lips and kiss her hand.
  "No," she abruptly tells me.
  "Aw, c'mon baby," I whine and press my foot to the gas again.
  She looks at me and leans across the console to kiss me cheek.
  "You little brat," I whisper.
  "Mmhm." She nods her head, looking out the window.
  I shake my head and pull into the parking lot.
  I step out of my Mustang and walk to the passenger side and open her door for her, holding her hand as she gets out.
  "Thank you," she mumbles.
  "My pleasure," I respond, holding her hand as I walk to the front door, opening it and holding it for her.
  "Oh wow," she whispers as she sees the fancy restaurant.
  I tell the lady up front our names and she leads us to the reservation I made for us. It's near the back with barely any tables near it.
  She takes our drink orders and leaves us to be alone.
  I hold Rachel's hands in mine as she looks into my eyes.
  "How are your ribs?" She suddenly asks me and I chuckle.
  "They're fine. Think I'd be able to go and have a rematch?" I ask her and her eyes widen.
  "No. I don't. Because I'd rather have you nice and shiny without that accomplishment than beat up with that accomplishment."
  I laugh at her comparison. I rub my thumb over her knuckles. "I can't believe we are on a date when I started having feelings for you just three weeks ago."
  "Me neither. But I'm glad we're here," she tells me, smiling at our hands.
  "Me too butterfly," I smirk at her and she slaps my hand.
  "Stop calling me that! It's inappropriate and embarrassing," she yells at me in a hushed tone.
  I smirk. "I'll find another one soon enough."
  "How do you find so many names to call me but all I could come up with is Ace. The name itself sucks and doesn't fit you," she complains.
  I shrug. "It takes time to come up with crappy nicknames," I chuckle.
  "I'm going to start calling you peanut," she smirks.
  "Hey, hey. We're not going there," I say, giving her the look that I guess you could say is the dad look.
  "Are we?" She asked with a big smirk.
  I quickly change the subject. "What are you getting?"
  "I don't know. What are you getting?"
  I smile. "The Italian Spaghetti."
  "I thought you were Hispanic?" She asks with a giggle.
  "Just because I'm Hispanic doesn't mean I can't have Italian food," I tell her and she giggles again.
  I kick her leg lightly under the table.
  "I will punish you when we get home. Or better yet, in the car," I warn her.
  "How? You've never done that before," she says with a small smile.
  "Would you like me to show you?" I ask and she shakes her head laughing.
  Our waitress comes back with my coke and Rachel's Dr. Pepper.
  We give her the order which ends up being two Italian spaghetti platers.
  When the waitress leaves I look back to Rachel.
  "How's school?" Is sk her and she shrugs like it's a dumb question.
  "All A's as usual."
  I smile. "That's good."
  She shrugs again. "I guess."
  I frown. "What's the matter?"
  She looks at her lap. "I'm a nerd Chase."
  I sigh and cock my head. "No you're not. You're smart that's all."
  She looks up at me. "But I am. I dress like one and these glasses,"she pulls off her cute black frames, "are fake!" She drops them on the table.
  I pick them up and look at them. There was now a small crack in the glass.
  "Then stop. Change how you dress, change your hair style, your eye color. Hell, change your hair color," I grab her hand and look into her eyes. "You'll be beautiful no matter what. And I'll be here, right beside you."
  "You're in front of me," she mumbles and I scoot next to her on the side of the booth she was at.
  "Better?" I laugh.
  I swing my arm around her shoulders and lean my nose into her hair. She smells really good.
  "Yeah."
  I smile and kiss her temple.
  "How 'bout, if you want to, we go shopping after dinner and look for your new look?" I ask her and her face lights up.
  "I can't ask you to do that."
  "You didn't. I offered," I told her and she nodded, still looking guilty.
  "That sounds fun, I guess," she said, with a funny look on her face.
  "Stop pouting. It was an offer. Take it or leave it sweetheart," I whisper into her ear right before our waitress comes back with our food.
  She places the plates next to each
other in front of us.
  I smile at her and wave her off.
  She smiles at me and has the nerve to send me a kiss and lift her skirt before walking off to the kitchen.
  I roll my eyes and look at Rachel. She's taking forkfuls of spaghetti and shoving them into her mouth.
  I laugh and she looks at me, about to put another forkful in her mouth.
  "No no, keep eating. You look lovely."
  She gives me a sarcastic look and slows her eating but it still looks like she thinks someone is going to steal it from her.
  When we are both finished and I pay, we leave and I drive her to the mall.
  It was very crowded since it was a Friday, a week after my fight, but Rachel didn't care. We were going through every store, buying handfuls of clothes shoved in bags.
  By the time we had gone to every single damn store until the mall, my hands were overflowing with bags along with Rachel's.
  "You didn't have to do this," she whispers as I palace the last bag in the car.
  "I want you to be happy," I tell her, opening the passenger side door.  
  She smiles at me and slides into the seat.
  I close the door and walk around to my aide of the vehicle, climbing in and starting the engine.
  I back out of the parking lot and drive us home.
  When I pull into the driveway of her house, she's asleep.
  I smile at her and turn off the car, getting out and grabbing as many bags as possible.
  I ring the doorbell and Rachel's mom opens the door.
  "Oh goodness! Why isn't Rachel helping you with those?" She asks and I give her a genuine smile.
  "She's asleep ma'am. I'm just dropping off her shopping spree," I grin.
  "Oh please, call me Susan. Here," she grabs a few bags and calls Ryder down.
  Ryder comes down from the stairs and grins when he sees me.
  "Hey man! What's - woah."
  I laugh and he takes a few bags form my hands.
  "Let me get the rest day of the bags," I tell him before he walks off to Rachel's room.
  I jog to the car and grab the rest of the bags, taking them back to the front door.
  I then go back and grab Rachel. I hold her in my arms, bridal style, and carry her to the front door, up the stairs, and into her room. Her mom is in there, un-bagging clothes, ripping tags, and folding the clothes into a pile on her neat white desk.
  "I don't know how Rachel came across such a nice young man like it, biting her all this stuff," Susan tells me.
  I smile at her as I softly lay Rachel down on her bed, pulling her comforter over her shoulders. "Anything for her. She deserves the best of everything."
  "Thank you Chase. I'm sure she appreciates it," she tells me, ripping off another tag. "Would you mind doing this? Or do you need to be home?" She asks me and I walk to the clothes.
  "I live right next door. I'll be okay Susan. Thank you though." I start ripping off tags and folding clothes.
  I hear fabric shift and look at Rachel.
  "Hey."
  "Hey gorgeous," I tell her, folding a cute tube top that looked hell a sexy on her when she tried it on.
  "Thanks for staying," she mumbles, getting out of bed.
  "Go lay down," I tell her when she grabs one of my hands.
  "But,"
  I look at her and kissed her forehead.
  "Do you want me to stay here with you?" I asked and she feebly nodded her head.
  "I'll be here when you wake up, I promise. You need to sleep. Go lay down," I tell her again, letting go of her hand.
  She pouts but goes back to bed, smiling at me before closing her eyes.
  I smile at her as well and fold the last piece of clothing and closing her bedroom door.
  I say goodbye to Ryder and Susan and walk out the front door, closing it behind me. I drive to my driveway and park, walking into my house.
  I walk up to my room after saying goodnight to my mom and climb through our windows again so I'm in Rachel's room. I fall asleep in her bean bag chair thinking about what Rachel and I have become.

If you guys want to know why he calls her 'butterfly' and why she thinks it is inappropriate and embarrassing, let me know in the comments.