playdead

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chase walked to the cafeteria without his group of people around him.

In Chase's Walkman, he listened to the Wham! again. Chase danced slightly, imagining himself in a movie, as the main character.

Chase Williams, the one and only. Met John Lennon in person. Made "Dark Side of the Moon" all by himself, while letting Pink Floyd take the credit.

Chase walked in, and sat down at the usual table. He unpacked his lunch and waited for his first while eating.

Soon, Teddy and Oliver came in and sat down with Chase.

"Ayo, what's up home-fry?" Chase said.

Teddy looked at him with slight disgust. Oliver just ate.

"What's up guys? What's with the deeeeead silence here?" Chase asked.

"Henry isn't back yet. And Teddy doesn't know where he is." Oliver said, with a mouthful of sandwich.

"Damn...you miss him, don't you?" Chase asked. Teddy nodded.

"Ah well, he'll come back. Far as I know, that mofo is strong as hell." Chase said.

Teddy smiled.

"Thanks, Chase." Teddy said.

"Aww, you mean it?" Chase said mockingly.

"No." Teddy replied.

Simon walked into the cafeteria and sat down next to Chase. He looked sad.

"What's up with you, now?" Teddy questioned.

"Breezy and I got into an argument." Simon told.

The lunch table sat quietly for a moment. Chase had his eyes widened a bit. Teddy calmly ate. Oliver tried hiding behind his lunch box.

"I can talk to her. Well, y'know, if you want." Chase offered.

"Sure. I don't care." Simon said.

"Alright. Awesome. Just so you know, I'm not gonna try to woo her or anything. She's not my type. Pfft, not at all." Chase sarcastically said, getting up from the table Simon rolled his eyes.

Chase almost walked out of the cafeteria, but stopped.

"Uh...y'know if you want me to talk to her you're gonna need to tell me where she is." Chase said.

"Outside." Simon blatantly said.

"Oh-kay. I'll be there!" Chase said. "Your pinpoint accuracy is much appreciated."

Chase grabbed his lunch and his lunchbox and walked to the exit.

"Fuck you, jackass." Simon called at Chase, leaving the cafeteria.

Chase looked around everywhere outside. No sight of a tomboy-ish monstrosity. Ah, too harsh Chase.

Then he noticed a girl, sitting by herself, at a bench. She was near the entrance of the school. She had her head in her arms.

Chase walked over to her, drinking a juice box.

"Y'know how hard it is to find a member of Metallica 'round these parts?" Chase asked, sitting next to Breezy.

"Go away, Chase." Breezy ordered, her voice muffled.

"C'mon, it's Chase! Not everyone can have this luxury." Chase explained.

"I said, go away." Breezy ordered again.

Chase and Breezy sat in silence. Chase finished his juice box and threw it.

"Si told me you two got in a fi-"

"Shut up. Okay? Just...fucking shut up." Breezy snapped. She got out of her cocoon and looked at Chase. Chase didn't flinch.

Breezy looked away, probably about to cry.

"It'll be alright, Bree. Don't blame yourself." Chase assured. He put an arm around Breezy's shoulders. Breezy leaned into Chase and sobbed a bit.

"This is all my fault...everything. My fault for being in love this fucking early in life..." Breezy ranted.

"Hey. Don't, and I mean don't, blame yourself. Some things your at fault for, and it's okay. But love is something your heart guides." Chase said.

Breezy sighed.

"Sure, you fell in love early. But it's alright. Just, make it right. Apologize if you need to. Alrighty?" Chase asked.

Breezy snickered a bit.

"You give terrible advice. But...alright." Breezy said.