Honestly, I was almost one hundred percent sure the second Chase and I were in the view of the other cast members, he would take a more backseat approach to this new apparent interest he had in me. However, despite having just spent the whole day together, and walking back to the house together, even when we walked inside he was still glued to my side. “Do you want me to make you a snack? I’m going to make a sandwich.” He asks once we’re inside. “I guess.” I say. I watched with bewilderment as he walked ahead into the kitchen. I could hear him being greeted by the other guys, asking how the date went. I was actually about to sneak away, let him get distracted with boasting about his charming skills, when he suddenly looked out the kitchen into the entry way where I was still standing with a shell shocked expression. “Are you coming?” He asks, raising a brow. “Oh, yeah.” I mutter, kicking my ass into gear. I was having a hard time wrapping my head around him wanting to spend even
“So, we saw some unexpected sparks between you and Chase today. What’s up with that?” Laura asks me later on as we’re once again sitting in the one on one interview room. “Uh. Well. I guess I’m his type…” I say kind of lamely. Honestly, I was still reeling from Chase’s confession myself. The guy hadn’t even looked at me since the show had begun, and now all of a sudden I was his number one target? It didn’t make any sense. Him and Emily had been all over each other. We were in different social classes, and while we had a good date, it had just been that. One date, one day together. There was no way he actually thought we were cut out for a relationship together. I can’t imagine bringing him home to meet my parents, or even worse, vice versa. His mother might weep if he brought me home to her, honestly. Laura gives me a sort of pinched laugh. It was clear she was equally confused about Chase’s sudden interest in me. She seemed tense, and maybe a little irritated that he had shown act
“You’re really bad at this.” “I know, I know. You don’t have to rub it in.” I laughed, and threw another ball up the ramp to the holes on the ski-ball machine. I made another shot in the fifty point hole, earning a disappointed groan from Chase. “You have to be cheating. I don’t know how, but you have to be.” He says as he tries, and fails, to make another throw into any of the holes. “Damn.” He tsks, shaking his head as the game declares me the winner. He looks over to me, and gives me a grin. “I’m being put to shame right now. Aren’t you supposed to let me win on the first date?” I smile, look up at him and little, and shrug. “I like winning too.” He laughs. “Of course you do. Who doesn’t? Come on, let’s play something I have a hope of winning at.” He turns, his eyes moving over the games. “How about… oh! Basketball.” He grins, pointing to the tall machine across the room. “That is not fair.” I grumble as I trail after him. He turns and walks backwards, his eyes on me. “Fair?
Today it was time for my date with Chase. It was probably an understatement to say I was nervous about this. I’d never said even a word to Chase, I don’t think he’d even glanced at me yet. He clearly had a thing for Emily, and she obviously had a thing for him back. They had been attached at the hip ever since they’d gone on a date. She’d even given me a dirty look as I’d been on my way out of the house this morning. I’d halfway been expecting her to pin me against the wall and warn me to stay away from her man. Currently, we were in the backseat of the car, this time heading into the city it looked like. I was in the very back with one worker, and Chase and Laura were in the middle row. August was driving the car and there was another worker next to him in the passenger seat. Chase and Laura were talking about some country club they were both a part of, and I was sitting there quietly, trying to make myself invisible. Honestly, it kind of seemed more like Chase and Laura were the o
That was torture. Pure and utter torture. Having to watch Angel flirt and blink those big pretty eyes up at another man made me want to rage out and tear that asshole's throat out. Every laugh he got out of her because of another dumbass joke made me tremble with anger. Every charming smile, every flirty comment he made at her made me hate him more and more. Couldn’t he see she didn’t really like him? Her smile was fake, forced for the cameras probably. When he’d scoot his hand that was resting on the picnic blanket closer to hers, she would move away. The way she was acting, the way she was smiling, it was nothing like she’d been doing when she was with me.That thought was basically the only thing keeping me from totally crashing out at this point. Still. I wanted to be the one taking her on a picnic, making her laugh and sitting leg to leg with her. I know I just met the girl, but something about her was making me very protective of her, and I was having a hard time fighting it
“So, what did you think of Quinton? We all know you two have already gotten to know each other a little, but come on, spill! How was your date?” I smile tightly at the camera aimed right at me, doing my best not to fidget with my hands in my lap. The lights shining on me were bright and actually kind of hot. They were making the back of my neck bead with sweat the longer I had to sit under them.“Well I like Quinton just fine. He’s very nice.” “Could you see yourself falling in love with him?” I blink a little at the question Laura hurled at me next. Who thought about that kind of thing after one date? Definitely not me. I wanted to wrinkle my nose and ask her if she was insane, but I reminded myself of where I was and what I was doing. I am on a dating show, I’m supposed to be enjoying these dates, I’m supposed to be excited about the chance to fall in love. Or at least, I’m supposed to pretend that way, for the sake of the show.“Well, I think it’s still a little too soon to start