Chapter 12

Chase P.O.V

The emergency practice coach called for after school today turned out to be a restoration, where we had to watch tapes and run some drills for a couple of new plays the coach thought of. Practice overran by forty-five minutes thanks to a couple of fuckers on defense were fucking about.

Today is not the day for all this shit. Candace almost getting on my last nerve being so possessive today for no reason and with this emergency practice and now it’s overrunning. Come on man! I have somewhere I have to be, or my mom will kill me. After practice I opt out of having a shower in the locker room, I’ll have it at home it’ll be quicker. Jumping in my car I speed off home so I can get ready for this dinner party my parents insisted on having.

I have arrived home with not much time to spare but I’ll be ready when I gotta be. Pulling into the double garage my dad got built for Jen and me for when we passed our driver’s tests. I beat her by four points but who’s counting? Parking my car next to my twin sister’s car not paying much attention a voice scared the shit out of me back into the now. “You are in deep shit Mom is going out of her mind because you’re late home.”

“Fuck you Jen, practice overran thanks to Graham and Wilson dicking about, and coach wouldn’t dismiss us until they stopped.”

“Not my problem Chase,” my sister tells me yeah; I still think she can be a bitch sometimes and one of them times is now but she’s right.

We both walked out of the garage into the main house, and we didn’t have to go very far before Mom’s voice boomed from inside the house somewhere. “Chase Daniel Lockwood that better be you home as your ass is grass, young man.” Oh man, Mom is pissed with my tardiness.

I stop still hearing her voice. When she speaks in that tone, you will know better than to mess with her.

Hearing her walking down the hallway I look in her direction as she rounds the corner. She gives me a glare that no matter my age it still scares me. I can see the rage in her eyes, and I know Jen was right again I’m in deep shit.

“I’m sorry I’m late home Mom it was not my intention, I wasn’t expecting an emergency practice to happen today I know how much tonight means to you and Dad and that it has to be perfect.”

“You’re damn right tonight is important, but it’s not just for your father and I it’s important for you too, this is going to be your business one day you have to be more prepared for it.”

Here we go the guilt trip, yes, I know I will be taking over the family business but that’s not until after I graduate college and get a few years' experience under my belt within the firm. “I know Mom I promise tonight there will be no more hiccups it will go perfect just as you planned,” I walk up to my mom and kiss her on the cheek to try and calm her down.

“I’m going for a shower now and I will be ready for when our guests arrive.” I head on up to my room and take my now very much-needed shower. I don’t wanna piss mom off again tonight.

Walking into my room I see that my clothes for tonight are already washed, ironed, pressed, and hung up on my closet door. I kinda hate to admit this but not at the same time I hate it when my mom comes into my room and does things like this for me. I am old enough that I can pick out my clothes.

But I love it when she does it too as this saves me time looking for clothes for special events like tonight. Looking at the clock hanging on my wall I see I only have forty-five minutes before our guests estimated time of arrival. It is time I jump in the shower and freshen up I hate how I feel after practice.

Stripping out of my dirty sweaty clothes I throw them in the laundry hamper ready to be cleaned tomorrow. I climb into the shower and turn it on. I love the feeling of the water when the temperatures change as it feels good on my aching muscles after a hard practice. I change the pressure of the water flow on my shower to help relax my tightened shoulders.

Who doesn’t love a pressure shower? Once I felt my muscles relax, I grabbed my body wash lathering it up on my hands, and started scrubbing the dirt and sweat off from practice.

Finishing off in the shower rinsing all the soap off of me I feel much fresher. Stepping out of the shower I wrap the towel around my waist just as I hear my phone beep with an incoming text. Walking over to my phone I pick it up to see the text is from Candace.

Candace: Hey baby I’m missing you right now wish I could have joined your family tonight.

Why does she do this? She knows when it’s something to do with the family business we are not allowed our boyfriends or girlfriends around.

Why is she trying to claw her way into the business I will not allow it my family has worked too damn hard to build it up to what it is today. So, I text her back, so she doesn’t piss me off tonight.

Chase: Hey babe sorry about all this but you know what my folks are like I’ll text you later.

As soon as I send the text and just before I put my phone down, I see the bubbles pop up, so I know she’s replying.

Candace: Oh, baby no need to text later, me and the girls are out tonight I’m not sure about my cell service out where we’re going meet me tomorrow under the bleachers.

Sighing whilst running my fingers through my dampened hair she’s been spending an awful lot of time with her girls and less with me. I like it that she’s not so clingy to me anymore I hate girls who are like that, but I feel like she’s up to no good, and if she is it's over between us. I can’t be dealing with much more of her shit.

Thanks to Candace, she’s made me even more late for tonight. Great my mom’s gonna be more pissed with me. So, I quickly style my hair, grab a clean pair of boxers, putting them on, and put on my light blue button-up shirt and black pants, socks, and shoes. Finally ready I walk downstairs just as our guests arrive.

I rush to stand next to Jen as Dad makes his introductions. “Cutting it a bit close dickweed,” Jen nudges me in the arm.

“I made it still didn’t I now shush.” Just as Dad gets to us, I put on my charming business smile I learned from him as he introduces me to Mr. Blakemore.

“Hello, Mr. Blakemore sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you” I shake his hand as he takes mine to shake, he says to me.

“Hello, Chase, it’s nice to meet you too can’t wait to work alongside you one day oh, and good luck for your game next Friday,” he winks at me.

“Thank you, sir, but may I please ask how you know about the game next Friday?”

“Oh, from my daughter,” He turns his body to the right as his daughter steps from behind him.

“Savannah!” Jen squeals next to me.

The new blonde beauty who started at our school today, the girl I have not stopped thinking about since History class came and stood in front of me “You!”