Badass Rivalry

A shirtless Chase and yummy omelettes

ok so basically the party was on a Tuesday, but I really wanted this scene to happen now, so I kinda just made it a Saturday morning. Capiche? Capiche. Oh and I'm thinking of Chase's POV next chapter? I don't know yet though. And this is not my best chapter I'll admit it, I don't have the same sense of accomplishment with this chapter as I do with the rest and I'll probably edit if not completely change this chapter in the future, but enough of me talking

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He was lying on the sofa, completely shirtless as I straddled him with my arms on either side of his face.

"Baby, Baby, If you wanted to have sex all you had to do was ask," He said as he looked at me with his cerulean blue eyes and reached up to push my hair behind my ear, making my heart rate accelerate.

So you might be wondering how the hell we got in this situation. Scratch record.

Well, after Chase decided to get drunk as fuck, I decided to bring him home. However, that plan might've seemed like a good idea at the time seeing that he was very close to dancing to Fergalicious on the beer pong table for the second time that night but it kind of backfired badly because even though Chase was a hilarious drunk, hilarious as in Devon Bostick not playing Roderick in the new Diary of a Wimpy Kid but on the downside he was an annoying drunk, he got distracted by every little thing and he flirted with me at every opportunity that was presented to him.

It was also 3:04 A.M. and I was utterly exhausted, and annoyed at his antics.

"Go to sleep, Chase," I said as I went to get up and out of our position but Chase stopped by pulling my arm so that I lost my balance and fell flat on his chest and then he proceeded to wrap his arms around me so that I couldn't escape, much like a burrito.

"You're such a party-pooper," He said into my hair, "A really cute party pooper, but a party pooper none the less,"

His words made my heart race but I wasn't the only one whose heart was racing as I could hear his heart thumping equally as fast, making me smile. I laughed at that, but I was so tired and I felt like I could fall asleep on the spot but my heels were killing me and my bra was really bothering and pushing into my boob so I pushed out of Chase's grasp and stood up, sighing.

I looked at him from above as he was sprawled on the sofa and I hovered above him. His living room was mostly dark except for the lamp light right next to the sofa which dully lit up the room. The room itself was fairly ordinary, with leather sofas and a bookcase but there was something so comforting about the house either it was the homely aroma or the family pictures at every corner and I couldn't help but think how much different his home was from mine.

I noticed that Chase was starting to doze off, his white v-neck was wrinkled, and his jeans were ripped at the knees and his Vans were on the floor a couple meters aways, but somehow he managed to look good. His cheeks were pink due to the alcohol and his eyes were a clear cerulean blue, but they were glazed, all in all he just looked a lot more alive.

I poked Chase, "Let's get you to bed"

"How about we get you in my bed," He said as he wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes but nevertheless gave him my arm and pulled him upright. He held onto my waist as we went up the stairs and I couldn't help but feel as if my body was on fire on the side that his body was pressed against mine.

When we got to his room, I didn't really know what I was expecting but there was a white desk, with papers and notebooks sprawled all over it. On the right was a queen sized bed, and shelves upon shelves of different trophies in front of a brick wall, the room was a lot more boyish than I had expected and the boyishness wasn't portrayed by the decor but more of how everything was so haphazard.