Emma's POV “Still going out with me?” Chase popped his head in my room and asked I had long stopped bolting my door. It didn't stop anything. Every single time I tried to do it, thinking it would keep me away from Chase, it only brought me closer to him. I'd overthink myself into unlocking the door again. “That's the most hideous hat I ever saw.” I joked with him. “There's more where it came from.” He responded. He was obviously in a better mood, and it was good, for me. “I'm sorry about earlier.” I apologized, getting out of bed. “That's alright. I'm the villain in every story. Hurry up before I show you why that is.” He joked with a little wink. Chase was crazy, there was no going back about it. “Alright.” I replied, laughing. “Would you like me to watch, or you'd rather I stayed out in the cold?” He asked, with a very exaggerated sense of need. “I'd rather you froze over than watch me get dressed.” I replied to him. . He made a very funny disappointed fa
Emma's POV “Emma, all you're being right now is irrational.” Chase said as he parked in his dads garage.He had a bit of trouble trying to reverse and park in a garage which contained no less than ten luxury cars. “I can't remember asking for your opinion.” I replied to him. “You don't have to. I literally told you what happened and now it somehow comes back to bite me in the ass.” He said. “Chase, please just park and let me get out.” I replied. “Emma, please.” He said, turning the engine off. “I never should have told you anything.” “Is that an attempt at making me pity you?” I asked him. I wasn't feeling the game he was playing. All I wanted was to be alone. The next day, we were gonna be taking pictures in our uniform for the school yearbook. I needed to rest and breathe if I was going to be amongst people who thought I was a killer. I can't believe the whole school walked about seeing me like that. “You can run, Emma.” You can't hide. I went up still, not
Emma's POV I wasn't going to let their disrespect slide anymore. She most likely already heard my voicemail, and still didn't reply to me. “Lily, don't you think you're being a little too bitchy.” I said, dragging her back by the shoulders. “Take your hands off her.” Gray turned back and screamed at me. We were causing a scene as students had begun to gather to watch us in the hallway. “Shut the fuck up.” Lily's tiny voice boomed through the air. But she wasn't referring to me, she was talking to Chase.I stood aside and let them battle their shit out. “You're a fucking liar. A fucking cheat. You said she meant nothing to you.” Lily screamed at him. “Lily. Come on. This isn't even the place for this. We're causing a scene. Let's talk somewhere else.” I could see the guilt in Chase's eyes. Lily kept crying and sobbing and speaking incoherently. I wanted to hold her, but I didn't know how she'd react, so I stayed put. Her hair was already disheveled. She launched a
Chase's POV Emma was avoiding me, and I got it. I finally told my infatuated self that it was probably time to step back a bit. So I played her game well. I didn't want to have to sit among the many people who I knew never liked me. Almost all the friendships I ever had were false or forced, and I was used to that. I barely had anyone genuine till... I stayed in classes throughout lunch break, waiting for the day to end so I could go back to my meaningless and purposeless life. It was about ten minutes till the next class when I started hearing noise and commotion in the walkway. I wanted to sit it out as there was always something like that in a school where everyone wanted power and fame. I let it go on for another five minutes, when I heard Gray scream Emma's name. I stood up and went to where everyone was gathered, which was obviously where they had their fight. The show was over, but their audience was still thrilled and happy. Saying all sorts of things about Gray, and
Lily's POV I probably seem like the bad guy in the story. But as always, I don't care, I never cared. I hadn't gotten past blaming my parents' very messy divorce for my misdemeanors. We had court hearings almost every other week. Like it wasn't bad enough, my dad always brought along our step siblings. I hated the whole idea of it. I know I came off as a child when I always asked them why they didn't just split and handle their shit on their own, but it was all really just annoying. Strangers who, for all who knows, might have a messy family issue themselves sitting to judge my family. I made enemies of all the attorneys and judges, for and against. I just decided I had had enough of it all, and decided to visit a private bar. I thought it was the drink when I saw someone who looked like Chase come in, so I didn't bother looking too much, for fear I'd embarrass the person. “Has to be him.” I said to myself. He did what my baby brother called ‘violent drinking’. Shot after
Emma's POV I literally thought my whole life had turned upside down, but it was the beginning of the mending of many of my relationships. First, with Lily. I sat far away from her in class, among the ‘zeros’, as Lily called them. People who had little to no appeal. I had begun to feel that way either way. Someone passed me a note. I saw Lily's poorly drawn heart shape on it and laughed. “I'm sorry, Emma.” The note read. “I didn't mean for that to happen. You're a really pretty girl, you can't blame me so much.” She drew a very funny face next to it. I was still baffled, but I liked the fact that she was making a joke out of it. It made the air feel less tense. “It really caught me unawares.” I replied to her and sent it back. People were already looking at us and wondering how we were talking and laughing and exchanging notes barely an hour after the showdown in the lobby. “I know. I'm so sorry. It's messing with me again.” She wrote with a tear faced badly drawn man ne
Chase's POV Emma loved the flowers I got her so much that I decided to surprise her with the seeds. I ordered them that night before I slept. When things started to become awry between both of us, I forgot to cancel it. Apparently, they were delivered with all the instructions I left and it led her to the wrong conclusion. I can't say I'm sorry that she saw me fucking Patty. I only felt bad by making her feel bad. But it was also high time I proved to myself that Emma did not hold the key to my orgasm. I have been sexually active since I was thirteen. Emma was too soon, too recent, too brief, to be so etched in my mind. Our fling lasted barely a month. Too short to have me comparing every sex I've had since then to her. As soon as she left, my penis went limp. I shamelessly even tried imagining I was fucking her instead of Patty, but it's still didn't work. Patty was a maid my dad had for about ten years. She was married when she moved in, but she looked young and didn't min
Emma's POV Just two days after our fallout, Chase had an accident. I was the only one home, and it made sense to be there for him. All the nights I spent near his bedside praying that nothing happens to him. My grades started to slack, I slept in class, my social battery was down, I was even beginning to look malnourished. I tried to fight the fact, which is that I cared about Chase, but it was impossible. I hated seeing him like that. I'd very much rather he be up and well, than sick, bedridden and housebound. I passed out on him so many times, the doctor advised a maid to check up on me whenever I went in to see him. Life was beginning to look colorful again, when two weeks after crashing himself and his car, he blinked. Blood tests showed he was under the influence of drugs, but Mark paid heavily to kill the investigations at that stage. It was all anyone needed to know, really. Three weeks after, doctors certified him okay enough to go about daily activities “Rise and
Emma's POV “We are both hurt. I think it's better we realize that and stop shaming the other person. Emma, you're just as damaged as I am.” Chase said. “That's not rocket science, Chase. Isn't this how you leave everyone you've been with?” I asked, “Broken and damaged?” “That's unfair, Em. You keep skipping the fact that there are always two sides to anything.” He replied to me. “You think I did, Chase?” I looked at him in his sinfully sexy blue eyes I still hadn't gotten an antidote to, not even the anger I felt, “All I did was allow you. I made you do all you did to me. In a way, I even enabled you.” “That's untrue, and you know it.” He replied to me. “I've talked about this, over and over. In my head and out of it, and it's still the same conclusion I reach.” I responded to him. “If ‘out of your head’ in any way refers to the bastard up there, I don't think I want to hear it.” I replied to her. “You've gotta get over yourself, Chase.” I said. “There's life
Chase's POV “You're still here, Em. It means you're interested.” I said. “I'm not comfortable here.” She said in a low voice. “I'd be in the garage, meet me there.” I said. “Maybe this is your time to show how low you regard me.” I let go of her hand which I had in mine, doing it both lightly and seductively. I knew I walked with such swagger, such essence that couldn't betray how scared I felt deep inside. Maybe she'd realize that I wasn't worth shit, and just go upstairs to meet her little boyfriend. I sat in my favorite of my dad's lot, the black mustang I saved Emma's ring in. That particular car had so many memories. I wanted to be in. I checked the time on my Patek, it was a few minutes to midnight. The estate gate was gonna be locked by 00:00, and if I couldn't make it out by then, I'd be stuck with Em and that bastard. 23:53, I had begun to get antsy. It'd be really unfortunate if I left, and Em eventually came down. I kept telling myself to calm down and b
Emma's POV “Can I trust you?” I asked Chase. I was mentally drained. Having played the good daughter throughout the anniversary, I wanted to catch my breath. Little did I know I had just been walking straight into Chase’s arms. “You know you can, Em.” He said, enthusiastically. “I'd hold your secret against me, Em. I wouldn't even tell myself.” His eyes mirrored mine, tired, hunger of the soul, and exhaustion. I couldn't believe that it was the same person who acted like I didn't exist last night. “I don't know where I stand with Kevin, really.” I said what I'd forbidden myself to. I made a deal with my mind to never say it. Just so I didn't believe it. The more I said something, the more I was forced to believe. “Start from the point where you left me, Em. I want to know it all.” He said, looking downI hated when Chase had that pensive look on his face. It felt like he was just a slight provocation away from murder. “After us,” I started, my mind was a bit foggy
Chase's POV “What did you do that for?!” Emma yelled after landing me a slap to the cheek. “I already said I wasn't gonna let you go.” I replied stubbornly. “Chase, my arm is hurting.” She cried, referring to the arm I'd been holding. I felt like a nasty person. Maybe it was the universe providing answers to the question I'd asked so many times, “Am I not good enough for her?” Well, I now knew I was too violent, too relentless, too impulsive, I rarely rethought my decisions, I bent everything to my will, things had to suit me, always. And those were all the things Emma stood against. “Emma, I'm a damaged guy, and I know it's really not your job to fix me. I'm a sorry project who should've belonged to my late mom and my dad who's now a happily remarried man. I get it. No one wants a project. But this is me swearing that I'd never hurt you, Em. I've learned. I do better for myself these days.” I said, frantically. Emma was rubbing her arm where I grabbed her, a sorry rem
Chase's POV. “It's not good that I'm too close to you, Chase.” Emma cried. Her eyes were already tearing up, and her face wet. Her rosy cheeks were beginning to peek from beneath the light make-up. “Why, Emma?” I asked her, letting my mouth say all the things my heart felt. “Am I so bad?” I asked. “I never said anything like that.” She answered. “So what is it?” I asked, exhausted. “Why do you want to be away from me so bad? Why do you treat me with such a long spoon? You can't deny missing me, Em. I see it in your eyes. What is holding you back?” I dared reach for her trembling hands, and she didn't pull away. It was a good thing. “Chase, I just still find it so hard to process. I'd rather think about things that hurt me, than process the whole thing. The past year has been the most tumultuous part of my life yet. I'm so fucking drained, I just need peace.” She said, “And you think that description doesn't fit me.”I asked, against my better reasoning. I then remi
Chase’s POV“I didn't think you'd be here.” She said,“I could say the same.” I replied to her Emma was the last person I thought who'd want to catch a break from the ceremony.She was at the center of it all, and really did well at her job of role playing a perfect daughter.“It's too much.” She replied with a low voice.“What is?” I asked, clearing my throat. “The atmosphere.” She explained, kicking the grass in her stilettos. Her legs looked like they must've been hurting. “Here.”I gave way for her to sit on her favorite swing. I could never take that away from her. “Thank you.” Emma was being her generic self, the side that she showed everyone else. Shy and contained. But I didn't like that. I liked that Emma I fell for, headlong. “It's nothing to Chase’s POV “I didn't think you'd be here.” She said, “I could say the same.” I replied to her Emma was the last person I thought who'd want to catch a break from the ceremony. She was at the center of it all, and really
Chase's POV I wished I could remain busy throughout the day. A time to rest meant a time to think. I was under the same roof as Emma, like I'd been wanting, but we were yet so far apart. The flowers were an ill thought decision, but I had to do something. Being in the same house with Emma for over three days was beginning to mess with my mental health. “You shouldn't have done that.” I said to myself. If only Emma had kept it a family thing and didn't have that one over, things would have been a lot easier. I intentionally left a note out of the flower delivery, but I knew she recognised the sender, irregardless. Before I knew it,my 5:30 alarm went off, and I had to throw on my tux as fast as I could. It'd be great if my dad and Linda got down to a full audience waiting for them. It was a really big deal for my dad, so big he had made arrangements for his helicopter to pick them both at ten o'clock. Linda was wearing a slick floor length satin dress in emerald green, paired
Emma's POVI decided to see my mom before the dinner. I didn't care if it was right or wrong, but I'd barely seen her all through the day and I was dying to know how she was holding up. Maybe an escape for myself was the other motive, but primarily, I wanted to know how she was doing. “Hey mom.” I said, pushing her door open. It almost felt like it was her wedding all over again. Mark was going all out. And I didn't know why it had to be that big for a guest list of just sixteen people. “This is a lot.” I smiled. “It is.” I saw the woman beneath all the makeup, hair glam, and accessories. She was still just my mom. “Can I have a moment with my daughter please?” She referred to everyone else in the room who wasn't me, and they, by my rough headcount, were about eight. “We can spare only about half an hour.” A kind lady who looked like she was in her thirties said, She had an outrageous makeup done. While it looked good, edgy, classy on her, I hope that wasn't gonna be my
Emma's POV. “You were gonna go in.” He said, looking away. “I was.” I replied, unshifting. He no longer had the courage to stare me down, and I no longer had the will to leave, “MIT looks good on you.” He said. “Thank you.” I smiled, “I could say the same for you.” “I see you've made new friends, well old ones,but you know…” He said. I chuckled within myself. Who'd have known that I could make the bad boy Chase unsure about me? “Yeah, I had no choice.” I murmured. “Uhm, how are you?” I asked, just out of courtesy, I told myself. I thought being brave and bold was gonna make me indestructible by him, but I was beginning to come off as antagonistic, and I didn't like it. Deep down, in the corners of my heart I hoped Kevin would never see, Chase occupied it. I wanted for him to close the distance between us like he'd once done. To treat me like his own. I was getting a little teary, so I dug my freshly manicured nail into my palm, I wasn't gonna cry, I could not.