sweven // chase rutherford

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y/n's pov ://

      "who was that?" my mom questioned immediately as i walked into the door. "were you WATCHING us?" i questioned back, the dread heavy in my voice. "well yeah, you were late. did you go on a date already?" she smirked playfully, to which i rolled my eyes in response. "no, he's just a friend i met at school."
"a FRIEND?" her eyes widened as she realized how bad that sounded. "no, i mean, that's really great, honey." she smiled nervously. "thanks, mom. but today was pretty tiring so, i'm gonna go rest." she nodded in agreement as i headed upstairs to my room. i still had some stuff to unpack and put on my walls, so i put on some soft clairo and got to work. i didn't have any homework, so it felt nice- not feeling too stressed about things. if school wasn't that awful, then i was fine. i hung some of the vinyls my aunt used to get me on my wall, standing on my tip toes to reach certain places. i bet chase could do this a lot easier, he's so tall. the thought shocked me a bit. chase. chase. chase.
i thought about texting him, but i felt like it was way too soon. i mean, i REALLY did not want to fuck this up. and plus, it's not like we're anything more than friends. he might even have a girlfriend. my heart sunk to the pits of my stomach. i took a break from decorating and flung myself back on my unmade bed, staring at my ceiling. i really hated myself in that moment, it was seriously pathetic how i was pining for a guy who i had met 8 hours earlier. there were so many factors that went into starting a relationship that literally NO ONE talked about. do i even like chase? or am i just attached to him because he's the only person who's ever shown me anything other than disdain..? does he even like me? or were all the accidental hand touches and the number exchange and library and convenience store dates an act of charity work? fuck. my mind trailed to the number that was skewing my mind more than ever. 2.6 MILLION. i leaned up and stared at myself in the mirror. i'm not even that pretty, i thought. i raked my fingers through my h/c hair, frowning at my reflection. i'm definitely no good compared to 2.6 million other people who are probably all hot girls who were funnier than me. i mean, FUCK. i can't even make eye contact with him and-
my phone dinged.

chase : Hello.

i really didn't understand how he ALWAYS seemed to interrupt my racing thoughts, but i let the butterflies rumble through my stomach before typing back quickly,

y/n : hello,
i back spaced.
hey
no. i sound like his tiktok comments.
greetings!
NO. no. no.
hi chase :)
sent.

    i stuffed my face into my pillow, letting out a sigh, but inside i was screaming. WHY AM I SO FUCKING STUPID. was the smiley face too flirty? was it even flirty? i might as well had popped a xanax  and went to bed. chase was literally amazing, but the strain that boy had on my brain. jesus.

chase : Wyd? :)
oh god.
y/n : i was working on decorating my room but i kinda gave up. wby?
chase : That's fun. Do ya wanna facetime and I'll keep you company?

my heart quickened.

y/n : sure. :)

hi guys!! i'm so happy a lot of you guys like this !!!! i'm really sorry i haven't updated in a while, the past week has been really busy and i haven't had a chance to. this was a filler chapter but i'll update very soon with a long one. :)