ground and walk away.
“Chase!!!” Chance’s voice brought me back from the memory, and the anxiety on his face told me that I had seriously scared him.
“You know me, just daydreaming.” I lifted my hand to take another drink but realized it must’ve slipped from my hand in my incoherent state.
“Come on and get up. We’re going in the house. This being a loner bullshit is getting old. You have got to get the fuck over this. She’s just a girl,” Chance yelled, and of course it was then that she would make her appearance.
“Who’s just a girl?” Her singsong voice met my ears instantly, making my heart beat a little faster. God, if only I could feel hers beating against mine once more.
I looked up briefly, even though I knew I shouldn’t. She was wearing a pair of insanely short shorts and a tank top that showed her lower belly.
“Oh, no one,” I answered sternly, allowing Chance to help me up.
Gia’s nose snarled up in concern. “I thought I would ask since I heard so much commotion down here.” She seemed slightly hurt that I had acted so rudely, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to feel sad, angry… livid even. After all, that’s how I felt every day that I had to wake up and be in the same house as her.
“If we wanted your help we would’ve asked for it,” I stated nonchalantly as if her concern meant nothing to me.
“He doesn’t mean that.” Chance stepped in, attempting to twist my words around.
“He does.” I corrected him without a care in the world.
Her eyes grew wide and her fists clenched together as she drew them to her side. I had never felt so much satisfaction for pushing someone away before in my life.
“He’s been drinking a lot. You can’t take anything he says right now to heart.” Chance seemed to continue with the excuses, which in turn caused me to burst out in laughter.
“Yes, you can, Gia. For everything a drunk person says while drinking, they truthfully mean to say while sober.” I grinned at her, humor in my voice. I watched her eyes narrow as she barred her teeth between her lips. She was furious, so mad that I could all but see the steam flying from her ears.
Good, I thought.
Chance’s elbow dug into my side painfully, but I continued to smile even as we left her standing down by the pool. I felt nothing, the whiskey having melted away any and all my feelings. I didn’t want to go back to my playboy ways, to the party boy Chase, but I didn’t think I could stay away from her unless I gave her a reason to. She needed to hate me.
“She hates me.” The confession seemed to come out as a whisper, yet Chance heard it, telling me so with a sigh from him.
“Hate is an overused word. I would more so say annoyed. I’m certain she doesn’t understand why you’re distant. Then again, she made you pretend to be her boyfriend so her dad wouldn’t chew her ass out.” I paused mid-step, hearing Chance say it just made it worse.
“Exactly. It’s kind of common sense why I would be distant with her. Not once in my life have I ever been friend zoned by a girl.”
Chance tilted his head at my words before reaching for my belt.
“What the fuck, Chance?” I pushed him away as he laughed.
“I was just going to check and see if you had a pussy since you’re acting like one.” I flipped him off, steadying myself against the brick of the house.
“Let’s go in. I’ll make you something to eat, you can sleep this off, and then I’m hiding all the whiskey in the house from you.” Before I could make my way inside, Taylor was walking through the sliding glass door. I watched as Chance backed up leaving her enough room to slide by. Their eyes collided in a way that fire and ice would, but in the most secretive of ways. Taylor broke the connection first, picking up a light jog as she went to the pool, leaving Chance staring at her until she was out of sight.
“You totally want her.” I laughed, going through the sliding glass doors.
“I might
“Chase!!!” Chance’s voice brought me back from the memory, and the anxiety on his face told me that I had seriously scared him.
“You know me, just daydreaming.” I lifted my hand to take another drink but realized it must’ve slipped from my hand in my incoherent state.
“Come on and get up. We’re going in the house. This being a loner bullshit is getting old. You have got to get the fuck over this. She’s just a girl,” Chance yelled, and of course it was then that she would make her appearance.
“Who’s just a girl?” Her singsong voice met my ears instantly, making my heart beat a little faster. God, if only I could feel hers beating against mine once more.
I looked up briefly, even though I knew I shouldn’t. She was wearing a pair of insanely short shorts and a tank top that showed her lower belly.
“Oh, no one,” I answered sternly, allowing Chance to help me up.
Gia’s nose snarled up in concern. “I thought I would ask since I heard so much commotion down here.” She seemed slightly hurt that I had acted so rudely, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to feel sad, angry… livid even. After all, that’s how I felt every day that I had to wake up and be in the same house as her.
“If we wanted your help we would’ve asked for it,” I stated nonchalantly as if her concern meant nothing to me.
“He doesn’t mean that.” Chance stepped in, attempting to twist my words around.
“He does.” I corrected him without a care in the world.
Her eyes grew wide and her fists clenched together as she drew them to her side. I had never felt so much satisfaction for pushing someone away before in my life.
“He’s been drinking a lot. You can’t take anything he says right now to heart.” Chance seemed to continue with the excuses, which in turn caused me to burst out in laughter.
“Yes, you can, Gia. For everything a drunk person says while drinking, they truthfully mean to say while sober.” I grinned at her, humor in my voice. I watched her eyes narrow as she barred her teeth between her lips. She was furious, so mad that I could all but see the steam flying from her ears.
Good, I thought.
Chance’s elbow dug into my side painfully, but I continued to smile even as we left her standing down by the pool. I felt nothing, the whiskey having melted away any and all my feelings. I didn’t want to go back to my playboy ways, to the party boy Chase, but I didn’t think I could stay away from her unless I gave her a reason to. She needed to hate me.
“She hates me.” The confession seemed to come out as a whisper, yet Chance heard it, telling me so with a sigh from him.
“Hate is an overused word. I would more so say annoyed. I’m certain she doesn’t understand why you’re distant. Then again, she made you pretend to be her boyfriend so her dad wouldn’t chew her ass out.” I paused mid-step, hearing Chance say it just made it worse.
“Exactly. It’s kind of common sense why I would be distant with her. Not once in my life have I ever been friend zoned by a girl.”
Chance tilted his head at my words before reaching for my belt.
“What the fuck, Chance?” I pushed him away as he laughed.
“I was just going to check and see if you had a pussy since you’re acting like one.” I flipped him off, steadying myself against the brick of the house.
“Let’s go in. I’ll make you something to eat, you can sleep this off, and then I’m hiding all the whiskey in the house from you.” Before I could make my way inside, Taylor was walking through the sliding glass door. I watched as Chance backed up leaving her enough room to slide by. Their eyes collided in a way that fire and ice would, but in the most secretive of ways. Taylor broke the connection first, picking up a light jog as she went to the pool, leaving Chance staring at her until she was out of sight.
“You totally want her.” I laughed, going through the sliding glass doors.
“I might
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