Chasing You (Terrell Clarricoates Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

I sit on a dirty sofa as my feet vibrate from the loud music. Lights flash different colors, making my eyes hurt. I don't want to be at this stupid party but I missed the last one. Daniel insists that I have to make an appearance with him as his girlfriend.

Daniel comes into view and walks towards me, handing me a drink. He sits next to me, joining his friends in conversation. They don't make eye contact with me anymore; if they did Daniel would think something bad about it. It's not the healthiest relationship, I know that. Have I thought about breaking up with Daniel? Yes, but he gets depressed. So depressed that I'm scared he would hurt himself. Maybe that's his way of controlling me. I sit and ignore their conversation about stupid shit. I take a sip of my drink.

"Hey! He showed!" One of Daniel's friends shouts out of shock and a little excitement. I turn my head to see who everyone is talking about. A tall lean man walks into view, his muscles show through his black shirt. His dark hair has slight curls and his tan skin has small tattoos. He walks over and sits on a stool, joining us in the circle.

"Aye, glad you made it," Daniel says.

"Nothing better to do," he responds in a deep, thick voice.

"You're in the mafia downtown, right?" Daniel's friend speaks. Daniel shakes his head in disapproval. It gets silent.

"Something like that," he responds with a chuckle. Daniel is quick to change the subject. The stranger's eyes find mine and I hold eye contact. Daniel notices and holds up his cup.

"I'm empty," he shoves the cup in my hand. I roll my eyes taking the cup as I stand. I walk off to the kitchen and begin mixing different liquids together, which became a habit lately. The handsome stranger walks in slowly.

"You always do what he tells you?" He asks as he leans his back against the counter next to me.

"It's not like that," I mumble as I stick a straw in the drink and stir.

"Then what's it like?" He nudges for more information. I huff in annoyance.

"Why do you care?" I ask sternly as I finally make eye contact with his piercing eyes. Different shades of brown and green swirl around his pupils making the perfect shade of hazel. Beautiful.

"Just curious," he says.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"I'm Terrell, and you are..." he trails off.

"Caroline," I finish his sentence.

"Well Caroline, you still never answered my question?" He states.

I bite the inside of my cheek , it's my nervous tick. I make eye contact with him again before walking away. I feel Terrell's eyes burning through the back of my head as I walk back into the living room. I hand Daniel his drink as Terrell walks back in and sits on the stool. As soon as Daniel's hand wrapped around the cup, I pull my arm away and walk off. I decide to go hangout with a few friends elsewhere. I'm not in the mood to be around the guys.

After an hour or so I begin looking for Daniel. He's not downstairs so I stumble up the steps. I open one door and two people are making out on the bed. They don't even seem fazed that I caught them. I shut the door quickly. I find the second room and I open it. At first, I think it's the same scenario as the first room, but once I look again I become furious. Daniel sits with a girl on his lap as she shoves her tongue down his throat. Daniel looks up before I slam the door and rush down the steps.

"Caroline!" I think I hear him calling my name but he never chases me. I walk outside and the cool air hits my cheeks. Even with the cold air pushing past me, my body still feels hot. I pace the porch for a moment before finally sitting on the bench against the house.

I'm not even upset really. I don't love him. I'm more mad that he would do that, but not hurt. The front door opens and I expect Daniel with a full story of how a tramp accidentally ended up in his lap, but it was Terrell. He walks past me before turning and realizing I'm sitting alone. He turns and walks towards me, sitting next to me on the bench.

"Not feeling the party?" He asks curiously.

"Something like that," I steal his line from earlier and he chuckles.

"Were you leaving?" I ask as I look over at him.

"Yeah, it's a stupid party," he says.

"Can I come?" I ask. He looks over at me quickly.

"Yeah, let's go," he says. I smile softly and stand with him. He leads me to a truck. I open the passenger door and slip inside as he gets in. The engine roars as he turns the key in the ignition. He puts the truck in drive and speeds off down the street. I roll down the window as he turns the music up.

About 10 minutes later, he parks the truck in the driveway of a small house. It's cute. There's only one other car in the driveway.

"This is your place?" I ask. He nods and opens the door. I do the same and follow him as he walks up to the front door. He opens the door and lets me go in first. As I gaze around the room he walks to the kitchen.

"What's your poison?" He asks as he pulls two glasses down from the cabinet.

"Got any whiskey?" I reply.

"Fireball good?" He asks. I nod. I look around and there's one bathroom off to the side and only one bedroom off the living room.

"Do you live here by yourself?" I ask as he brings the two glasses and the bottle of fireball to the coffee table. I sit on the couch and he sits too.

"Yeah for a couple years now," he says.

"Do you go to the college here?" I ask. He pours the brown liquid into the two glasses.

"No, what's with the twenty questions," he says with a chuckle.

"To be fair, I am at your house and I just met you three hours ago. I think I should at least ask a few," I smile as he hands me the glass. We clink our glasses together and both down the liquid quickly. Even though the alcohol is ice cold, it still burns as it goes down my throat.

"You make a fair point. Ask away," he replies as he fills our glasses.

"Why did you go to the party if you don't go to school there?" I ask. I down my shot.

"Your boyfriend wants to get in the good graces of my... friends. He invited me and I was amused so I went," he takes his shot after he speaks.

"Your friends?" I question. He makes eye contact with me before he fills our glasses again. My chest feels warm from the alcohol.

"The mafia," I correct myself. I hold the shot glass in my hand. He looks at me.

"Does that scare you?" He questions. I swallow and suddenly my mouth feels dry. He's close, too close. Our knees touch. He downs his shot.

"Should it?" I answer his question with a question. He licks his lips and considers for a moment before responding.

"Yes," he says in a low voice. He grabs the shot from my hand and downs it. He sets the glass down and I don't know if it's me or the immense amount of alcohol in my system, but I have the sudden urge to kiss this man. His eyes flicker from my lips to my eyes, and with that I lean forward and slam my lips into his. He's not stunned by my action. He was expecting it. His hands find my waist as he pulls me up. I climb onto his lap. His tongue fights for entrance into my mouth but I don't allow it. He tries again and fails. I smirk against his mouth. He bites my bottom lip softly making me gasp. He takes that as an opportunity and slips his tongue in. I rake my fingers through his hair and tug softly. He pulls my arm and drags me to the bedroom.