𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦

Chapter Sixteen: Chantelle and Ben

We reached my house only a couple minutes later. I turned into my neighborhood and my house was farther down on the street of identical houses in my neighborhood. I decided it would be smart if my dad didn't see me driving home two hours early with a boy in the car that he didn't know.

That's asking for a beating basically.

"Jesus, how do you know where you are going here?"

I laughed "Yeah, it does get kinda confusing who's house is who's,"

"How many times have you walked into the wrong house?" He chuckled.

"Surprisingly none yet, I have gone into my neighbors driveway too many times to count though," I replied.

He chuckled, "I don't blame you,"

I turned onto one of the streets, about a block away from my place, and parked onto the side of the curb.

"This your place?" Ben asked.

"No, mine is about a block down, I don't think my dad would be very happy to see someone he doesn't know in my car,"

"True," he replied.

I laughed a bit, I never thought in my life that a crush that I have only had for a day would be sitting next to me in my car, while we escaped from a lame ass party. I don't think Becca has even realized I left, I haven't gotten a call or text from her yet.

"So...am I just meant to stay overnight in your car while you go home and act like I'm not here?

"I actually haven't thought about that, I just instinctively drove here and I didn't really have a plan of where we were going," I replied sheepishly

"It's okay, I live in the neighborhood next to this place anyway, I walked to the party,"

"Oh," I replied.

"Yeah," He replied.

We sat there in a sort of awkwardness, just minding our own business. It was so quiet you could hear every single breath that we took, you could cut through this awkwardness with a knife.

"I wanted to thank you for telling me that, you really didn't have to, but I won't tell anyone," He finally said after what felt like hours.

"Oh, yeah that, it had to be said I guess. Plus, why not vent to someone who I will probably not talk to again anyways,"

He looked confused, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean my boyfriend is a little... overprotective to say the least,"

"That doesn't mean we can't talk to each other, right?"

"I'm afraid so, he likes to control me, and I didn't realize that he was until it was too late. I am trying to break up with him, but I can never get the right time,"

"Let me talk to him, ever since I moved here from Arizona we have become buddies, I'm sure I can reach him,"

"No!" I shouted out, "Don't, lemme handle it, I don't want you getting hurt or involved,"

He paused for a moment, "What makes you think I can't handle him"

I hesitated for a second, "Because you're not the first one to try and help me,"

He sighed, "Alright, I'll let you handle him, as long as I am there,"

"Deal," I said, "Thank you,"

"Anytime,"

I paused for a moment, before asking him, "Why do you care so much about me breaking up with John?"