Chasing Sunsets

47

AN: this is a double update so please read chapter 46 first!

"Just wait," I rushed out, because Chase about to shut the door on me.

"Just wait," I repeated practically begging him with my stare. "Let me explain, please."

Chase looked at me with hurt in his eyes, I didn't have to wonder what the emotion swirling through his brown globes were. I couldn't blame him for not wanting to speak to me, I didn't fault him for not wanting to hear me out. After all, if the roles were reversed, I'd be devastated.

It felt like an eternity had happened before he answered me, but it was really only a couple of seconds before he did. My chest was thumping with every one though, the idea of him not letting me explain what happened haunting every breath I took.

"Okay," he seemed hesitant, and again- I couldn't blame him. "Come on."

I breathed a sigh of relief that he was willing to hear me out, as I stepped into his house. His large family was gathered in the living room. Their eyes all turned towards me as I walked past them. Smiles on their faces as they each performed a sign of greeting. I found it hard to smile back at them, however. His mom opened her mouth as if she was about to speak, but I suppose the look on Chase's face convinced her otherwise.

Chase led me up the stairs, and with each step I took, a new emotion took hold inside of me. Nervousness, embarrassment, pain, fear... just to name a few.

He didn't look back toward me as he pushed open his bedroom door, he only stepped to the side once he was in the room. I snuck past him, the silent awkwardness of the situation even louder now that we were alone.

Chase closed the door beside me, and I watched him as I waited for him to sit. He didn't though, he stood simply still. That wasn't the worst part, though. The worst part was that he didn't look at me for even a second.

"Say what you came here to say," he mumbled, staring down at his feet.

I took a breath, the pain he was radiating seeping through me. "That video isn't what it seems, Chase."

"Don't try to spare my feelings, Indie," Chase said instantly, but his words weren't rude. They were just sad. "Please don't lie, I can't take it. I get it. I understand why you would want a guy like him, I just... I don't know."

Chase's voice trailed off, but when I was about to answer, he spoke again. "I just don't understand. Did I misunderstand what was happening between us? What about last night? I thought... I thought it was special."

"Chase, it was special. Listen to me, please, I don't like Brock," I said the words that I finally thought would fix the situation.

To my surprise, Chase's face didn't change as he looked up at me, meeting my eyes at last. His eyes were narrowed, they were as sharp as his words.

"I said don't lie to me, Indie," Chase was pleading with me. "Please don't, I can't take it."

"I'm not lying," I began to feel that annoyance I felt with Bella surge back into my veins.

Why didn't anyone believe me?

"I'm not lying, Chase," I repeated, shaking my head. "Don't accuse me of being a liar."

"I saw the video," Chase fired back. "I heard the words you said to him. Please, just leave. I can't... I can't, Indie. Please understand me when I say, I can't go through this."

"You?" I asked him incredulously. "You can't go through this? What about me? Do you think I can go through this?"

Chase looked stunned at my words, like he hadn't expected them.