Chapter 38 - The Beginning of the QuestA Chapter by emma-Skye- Nervously, I kept checking
my phone to see if Dean had texted back. I knew Penelope wouldn’t--mostly just
because I hadn’t told her what I was doing and she trusted me. But I kept
thinking Dean would. Even though I had explicitly told him I’d be mad if he
did, I still secretly wanted to hear him yell at me. He was pretty easy to get
worked up, and it always made me giggle to watch him yell and shout. Don’t ask
me why. But every passing minute, I grew more and more aware that he’d taken my
threat seriously. He wasn’t going to call. Chase and I were sitting
awkwardly in a cab, and I wanted nothing more to hop out. This was a terrible
idea. We had no idea what we were doing, and we were risking everything. Chase
had a theory. He had heard some of
the teachers discussing a secret meeting place where there was an alleged base
camp for ghombies. It was two towns over in an old, abandoned apartment
complex. So that’s where we were headed. I didn’t really think it was going to
work, but ghombies couldn’t harm us, right? We weren’t ghombie whisperers. Chase leaned over and
touched my arm. I looked at him, a puzzled look on my face. “I just wanted to make sure
you were alive,” he stated. “You’re pretty pale.” I was nervous. I wanted to
see Dean. I wanted him to crack a joke that would erase my tension, then he’d
hug me and tell me everything was just fine. I’d pondered for a good half hour
if I should add the “I love you” to the end of his text. I’d decided to,
because, well, it was true. Aside from Andrea, he was my best friend. And all
week I’d been pretty mean to him. I even locked him out of my room one evening
so Chase and I could discuss our plans. I’d felt horrible, and Dean hadn’t
looked at me the same the next day. That was also the day I’d decided to leave.
I wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking. I still wanted him to call.
“Skye? You okay?” Chase
asked. I shook my head quickly,
knowing I missed something. “What?” “I asked if you were okay.” I looked away. “Yeah, I’m
fine.” He touched my cheek, and I
tensed. It’s weird, because this was the moment I’d been waiting for a long
time, but now that it was here . . . I didn’t care. I gently pushed off his
fingers. He frowned. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” I spat. Chase was silent until we
got out of the cab, which was at least an hour later. He’s never that quiet. We
stepped outside and instantly I felt cold. The weather was nice, but inside I
felt cold. And suddenly I don’t want to go inside with just Chase. Theres
someone else I need to be by my side. And when I pull out my phone, I see that
I have received a text from him, even though I told him not to contact me. I
smiled. I’m sorry but I couldn’t not say something. Please answer.
Please. I didn’t reply directly back
to what he said, but I gave him an answer. I told him where to come, and that
we’d wait for him, and that I needed him to come now. Then I told Chase we had
to wait. “Why? We drove all the way
out here to wait?” “It’s important,” I snapped.
“What is?” he asked. “Dean is!” “We’re waiting for Dean?” He
looked baffled. “I told you, it’s
important,” I said. “If he’s so important, why
didn’t you ask him to come in the first place?” I glared at Chase. “Shut.
Up.” He took a few steps closer.
“Why should I?” “Because Dean deserves to be
part of this.” “Why? He’s never met
Andrea!” “He knows her well enough
from everything I’ve told him,” I shot. Chase took one step closer
so we were practically face-to-face. “Are you guys a couple?” I blushed hardcore. “No.” Shockingly, Chase cupped my
face in his hands. “Good.” Then he pressed his lips to
mine and I was transported back to a time when we were a couple and everything
was fine. When he’d give me these sweet pecks on the lips before we said
goodbye, when he’d stroke my hair, when he’d whisper cute things like, “I love
you” and “you look beautiful today.” But that was all a long time ago. And too
much had changed. And although it felt nice to be in his arms again, I kept
thinking about how he’d kissed Andrea out of nowhere like this less than a
month ago. And now here we were . . . kissing. I jerked away. “What are you doing?” I
asked him, breathless, incredulous. “I don’t know anymore,” he
mumbled. I exploded. “What about
Andrea? You’ve been saying you loved her for a while now and you just go and
kiss me? Me? You’re ex girlfriend?” Chase put his head in his
hands. “I know, I know. I’m a jerk. You must hate me.” He looked up, his green eyes
blazing. I knew he wanted sympathy, and for me to sit next to him and tell him
I could never hate him. I steeled myself. “More than
I ever thought I could.” © 2012 emmaAuthor's Note
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