A Summer With You

Chapter 20

I couldn't stand this anymore. Chase began to cough up blood and his face looked like shit. I walked down the steps and over to Chase.

"Why the hell would you get yourself into this?" I asked him, mad but concerned.

"For you." Chase said, coughing up blood afterwards.

"Why me? You hate me remember?" I kept questioning him.

"No I don't. I left here because I couldn't tell how you felt for me and I only proposed to Natalie because I thought I was going to lose you. I don't want to lose someone I love so deeply." Chase said, wiping blood from his mouth.

"So you, still love me?" I asked in confusion.

"Yeah. Never stopped." Chase said, looking up at me desperately.

I smiled down at him and spotted Colton smiling at me.

"You know your a great friend right?" Colton asked me.

"Yeah, I know."  I replied smiling.

"Peter can you help him inside?" I asked Peter.

Peter obeyed and walked the limping Chase inside.

"Now everyone get out! Party's over!" I screamed.

They all awed but left at my demand. It wasn't five minutes until it was just me and Colton outside.

"What the hell was that?!" I yelled at Colton.

I heard Peter from the house say "Oh shit. Chase they're fighting."

"He couldn't keep his mouth shut." Colton said.

"Okay so what? I can handle what he calls me." I half yelled.

"But I'm suppose to protect you." Colton said, looking confused.

"Yes, you are. But just because he calls me something doesn't mean you have to beat him the hell up. I don't need that much protection." I explained.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I've always been the over-protective type. And I guess me fighting made that increase. Could you ever forgive me?" Colton said, looking at me for an answer.

"Yeah well looks like I've always had trouble with guys. One becomes too dickish, the other confused and lost and you over-protective. But yes." I said, smiling and running into his arms.

He lifted me up and held onto me. I looked down at him and kissed him. I turned around to look into the house and found both Chase and Peter run their hand through there hair.

"I think neither of us will ever get another chance." I heard Peter say from a distance.

I frowned and turned back to Colton and faked a smile. I hate myself. I love Colton but Chase and Peter, I'm pretty sure I have more than friend feelings for them. Love sucks. But I don't even know who I really want.

-A week later-

"Haha mustard face!" I managed to get out while laughing.

Peter, Chase, Colton and I all broke out into a food fight. I squirted mustard on Peter's face. I then reached for the ketchup bottle and squirted it onto Chase's face.

"You have to clean this." Peter said, pointing to his face.

"How? Lick it off?" I asked laughing.

"Yup." Peter said smirking.

I walked over to Peter.

"How about this way?" I asked.

He looked intrigued. I walked in front of him and kissed him. I pulled back wiping mustard away from my face. I turned to see Colton spinning a fork around with his finger. He obviously wasn't happy with what I just did. I don't know if I am either. There was something there and not just mustard. I felt something. I turned back to Peter to see him staring at me with wide eyes.

"Um, well, uh. Sparks. Uh, um, uh." Peter said, then quickly walking outside.

Well looks like I'm not the only one that felt something.

"I'm going to lunch with Scarlett babe I'll be back later." Colton said giving me a kiss.

Sparks there too. Shit.

Chase was wiping ketchup from his face and I started to smirk.

"Well, Peter obviously likes you if he felt sparks." Chase said, half laughing.

"Would you?" I asked. Shit what did I just say?

"Would I what?" He asked, looking at me confused.

"Nevermind." I said turning around.

I quickly turned back around and layed my lips on his. Chase seemed shocked and confused at first. He took no reaction but slowly brought his hand up to my cheek. He kissed me back but I pulled away a second later. Chase looked down at me confused again.

"Did you feel sparks?" I asked.

"Um, well. Yeah." Chase said, scratching his head as a nervous reaction.

"Shit." I said.

I quickly ran upstairs and went into my room. I have something for each of them. What the hell? I have to sort this out. And I am not coming out of this room till I do.