Chapter 12 - Traitorous LipsA Chapter by emmaI was still in a bad mood
when I got home. I shoved into my house, grumbling to myself, and was very
surprised to see Chase and my grandmother step out of the living room. “Chase? What are you doing
here?” I asked, dumbfounded. “I need to talk to you.” His
voice was more serious than I’d ever heard it. I nodded. “My room.” He followed me upstairs to
my room silently, and I began to worry. He usually couldn’t stay quiet for more
than two minutes. When my bedroom door was closed, he began talking so fast I
could barely understand him. “Okay, Annabelle and I had a
fight, and it was really stupid, but I got so mad at her that I broke up with
her and now I--” I interrupted, “Wait, what?
You broke up with Annabelle? What was the fight about?” “Our kiss the other night.” I felt my face flush. I
touched my cheek, and sure enough, heat radiated off of me. “Uh.” “Yeah.” Awkward silence settled in
the air between us for a few minutes, but soon I broke it out of sheer
nosiness. “Why were you fighting about
the kiss?” Chase sighed. “Annabelle was
getting all possessive and saying that I shouldn’t have kissed you. I said she
dared me to. And then it just got into this whole big thing about if I even
valued her as a girlfriend, and I guess I just got mad and broke up with her.” The whole time he had been
talking, he had been closer and closer to me. I opened my arms and gave him a
big, friendly bear hug, but then he murmured something into my ear. “I haven’t been able to stop
thinking about you, Drey. I think we’d make a good couple.” He pulled out of our hug,
then leaned back in to press his lips to mine. I was, again, so shocked I did
nothing at first. But this time, Chase tried to make it more of a real kiss
than just a peck. I almost kissed back, but then I remembered Skye. Oh, God,
poor Skye. But I still couldn’t seem to
pull away. He tasted so good. Like mint. Our lips seemed to fit together
nicely, unlike Kyle Langsworth’s and mine. Chase cupped my face with his hands,
and I surrendered to his kiss. But the whole time I felt guilty. And it was a
horrible, gut wrenching guilt. The kind that makes the weak stomached throw up.
And yet I still didn’t stop kissing Chase. He was just so comfortable, and
familiar. Not to mention his lips were incredibly soft. I wonder if Nate’s lips are this soft. I stiffened. Where the hell
did that thought come from? Its not like I was ever going to kiss Nate anyways,
so why was I thinking about the condition his lips were in? That stupid little
thought was finally enough to get myself away from Chase. “What are you doing?” I
screamed. I distanced myself from Chase by taking three big steps away. He laughed. “The same thing
you were doing. Kissing.” I shook my head. “But, why?”
“I wanted to.” “No! You can’t!” I was going
hysterical. “Why not?” Amusement
glittered in Chase’s green eyes. “Because of Skye!” It
slipped out. “She still loves you!” Chase’s face twisted. He
looked uncomfortable, but then forced another smile. “That has nothing to do
with our relationship.” I was shocked. Did he really
just say that? “It has a lot to do with our relationship! I can’t be with you
if Skye still wants you.” Chase closed the space
between us and grabbed my hands. “Don’t say that. It can be our little secret.”
I slid my fingers out of
his. “I think it’s time for you to go, Chase.” I pointed to the door. “But you kissed me back!” “That was a mistake. I’m
sorry.” After that, he left without
saying anything. I collapsed onto my bed and began to cry. I couldn’t believe I’d
just done that. Chase was my friend. And he had never been anything else. This
was absurd! I couldn’t even process it. I touched my swollen lips gently,
silently cursing them. They were such traitors. I sighed and sobbed at the
same time. Things just got a lot more complicated. Was that even possible? Apparently it was. My phone chimed from my back pocket. The Collar ID read 'Skye.' Oh, how was I supposed to tell her about this? I couldn't. She'd hate me. I cleared my throat and forced myself to sound cheery and not depressed. "Hello?" "Andrea! Guess what? Chase just called me and said he and Annabelle broke up! How amazing is that?" It was really hard to fake surprise. "Really? That's great! Well, for you." "I know! And that's not even the best part. He asked me to go out for coffee or something on Saturday!" Why would he do that? Was he a big enough jerk that he was going to try and get back together with Skye just after he kissed me? I didn't think so. What if he was going to tell her? "And you said yes?" "Duh!" She exclaimed. "Of course I did! I'm so excited! Do you think he wants to get back together?" "Maybe," I replied weakly. I couldn't muster anything better. "Oh my God, Drey, this is what I've been waiting for!" Poor girl, didn't even know her heart was about to be broken all over again. I struggled to tell her. It'd be better if she heard it from me, but I couldn't cough out the words. So I ended up congratulating her over and over again, even though I knew it was all a lie. © 2011 emmaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 19, 2011Last Updated on November 19, 2011 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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