Chapter 40"What do you mean you are moving with Charity?" Knox asked as he watched Chase pack his things."It's just temporary, man. I'm not going to stay there forever. You are making it look like I'm leaving forever," Chase paused and looked at Knox."This doesn't make any sense, honestly. You can't possibly leave this place just like that, Chase. I mean, it doesn't make any sense," Jax spoke up as he sat on Chase's bed."There is nothing wrong with that, Jax...""To what end, Chase? To what fucking end are you going to do this? This is madness. I'm your friend and I should tell you the truth. You've fucking lost it," Tristan lamented bitterly, the urge to slap Chase at the back of his head maybe to reset his brain spurred through him but he held back himself. Causing trouble was the last thing on his mind at that moment."Come on, guys. Can you all stop making this look like a big deal when it's nothing? We are still going to see often, we are still going to school together, and..
Chapter 41Charity POV"When is the class going to end, please?" I whined silently after I checked my wristwatch. It was Monday today and we weren't supposed to come to school since they were celebrating a festival here or whatever they called it, but our History teacher asked us to come to school for a test. Who does that? I thought Chase would be in class too, but it seemed like he wasn't concerned about the test. I shouldn't have expected less, anyway. He was the son of the school owner, anyway. He could buy his way out."And that is all for today. See you tomorrow," the history teacher finally left the class, and as if we all planned it, every one of us in the class sighed in relief."Finally! I thought he was not going to leave," Enny breathed out as he came to sit on her chair. We were separated earlier because she wouldn't stop talking. Good for her, anyway."I feel so drained. We should go home, Charity," she whined tiredly as she brought out her backpack from her drawer and d
Chapter 43"Ch... Chase? What is going on here?" Charity could barely speak because she was still shocked by the sight of the living room, not to talk of the weird Chase standing in front of her. This couldn't be the chase Denver she knew. He was the last person to act like this around him."Nothing. Oh, the living room? I'm sorry I didn't inform you before I did this..." He paused and smiled at me."The couches were a bit work out, so I thought I should get a new one and also renovate this place. What do you think? Do you like them?" Charity felt like the world had turned upside down. Was something wrong with her eyes and ears because no way this could be Chase."What's wrong with you, Chase? Did something happen? You can talk to me. Did you get into an accident and hurt your head? What's going on?" She was forced to ask, scared of the way this guy was putting up an act."I'm perfectly fine, Charity. Come on, let's go to the dining room. The food is going to get cold," She was still
Chapter 43Just less than twenty-four hours and Charity felt like she was going to die anytime soon.It was supposed to be a beautiful Tuesday morning, but with Chase under the same roof as her, no day would ever be beautiful for her.Charity stood in front of the mirror and admired the beautiful woman who was looking back at her. It was her reflection. She was proud of herself for the strong and beautiful woman she had grown into, and the only thing she could at least do for herself was to smile."Yes! I'm good to go," she smiled at her reflection one more time, then reached for her backpack she left on the bed earlier and dashed out of her room. She left the house early as usual so she could get to school early.A sweet aroma welcomed her as soon as she stepped into the living room, and her stomach grumbled hungrily, her mouth didn't fail to salivate and the only thing she wanted was to have a taste of the food that smelt so good. When she recalled that the food was made by Chase, s
Chapter 1 Chase POV "What is wrong with you, Chase? You've been in high school for twelve years now. Are you planning not to ever graduate?" Mom flung my result on my face, obviously heartbroken. "Mom... I'm still trying my best. It's not just sinking in," It's crazy how I still dared to defend myself even in this condition, right? "You are not doing your best, or maybe your best is not just enough," She scolded me again, and I sighed. "Mom, I told you that I don't want to go to school. It's not my calling, and being in high school for so long should be proof that it's not my calling," I tried to defend myself, but she scoffed and the way she glared hard at me was really scary that my soul left my body for a second. "Come on, Mom. Stop glaring at me like that," I threw my gaze away, and she sighed. "You are turning twenty-two in a few months, Chase. Your age mates are already graduated from college and doing well in their business. Your sister is almost through with her high sc
Chapter 2 Charity POV The sound of my blaring alarm woke me from my deep slumber, and I tossed on the bed while still having my eyes half-closed. My whole body ached, and the thought of resuming a new school today made it even worse. Why the hell do I have to go to school when I could just stay in bed and sleep all day? Well, the answer is that nobody will stop me even if I decided to stop going to school, but what about my mom that had that as her last wish before she breathed her last? Well, that was the only reason I have been keeping up with this shitty stuff, even if it was never what I wanted. I pushed my thoughts away as I finally dragged myself from the bed, walking sluggishly into the bathroom afterward. My name is Charity Coleman, eighteen years old highschool girl, turning nineteen in a few months. As bad as it is, I lost my mom when I just turned fifteen, and life has been harsh on me since then. I wasn’t really expecting less, anyway. I mean, for someone who didn’t h
Chapter 3 Charity POV Denver’s high school has to be the worst school I’ve ever known of. The strong bullies the weak, and the crazy thing is the teachers never say shit about it, and it was really driving me nuts. What the hell are they scared of? That they will be sacked if they talk? Why the hell were they employed in the first place if not to teach and discipline the kids? “Life is always unfair to the poor, Charity. Don’t think about it,” My subconscious mind reminded me, and I sighed briefly as I shook my head. Again, I was ready to go to school, not as the girl they bullied yesterday, but as the real Charity that I am. Just like yesterday, I boarded a cab to the school since I didn't have a car like most of the students in the school. Since it’s a wealthy school, I wasn’t surprised to have found most of the students using cars. “Thank you,” I said to the cabby once he dropped me in front of the school gate before I walked inside. The school compound, unlike yesterday, that
Chapter 4 Charity POV “Thank you,” the young girl who was about the same age as me whispered after she changed her dress. I was glad I brought a spare dress to the school for no purpose actually. Glad it really helped. “It’s fine. Are you hurt anywhere? Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?” I asked her as I checked her body for any damage, but she shook her head. “I’m fine…” she replied to me, and I nodded my head. “You should be careful here in the school. I think they are all bullies, so you have to stay out of trouble,” I offered her a piece of advice before I turned to leave, but she stopped me. “You should be careful… they are dangerous, and can hurt you. You shouldn’t have gotten yourself involved. Now, they won't stop haunting you,” she uttered as she held her gaze low, probably feeling guilty. “It’s not your fault, so don’t feel bad about it. I am also a scholarship student, which means that they were going to bully me even though I didn’t get involved,” I patted