My Obsession with Chloe Claire: BOOK ONE

Chapter Forty-one

Chloe's P.O.V

"Kason, what are you doing here?" I asked with a puzzled expression.

"I just wanted to come hang out with you guys," he said, looking at Luke with daggers in his eyes before smiling sheepishly at me.

I understood that he had a problem with Luke, but did he seriously have to come all the way here to monitor us? It was childish.

Kason ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and leaned over the counter. "So how has it been?"

"Pretty good," I answered and looked at Luke.

Luke's jaw was locked, and it was the first time I ever saw him look peeved. Luke was never mad at anyone unless they did something extremely horrible or stupid to him. I guessed Kason did either of the two–or a mixture of both.

"What's the matter, Luke? Cat's got your tongue?" Kason smirked.

"I'm going to take a break," Luke said stiffly to me. He walked out of the concession stand and disappeared down the hallway, making me wonder where he went.

"Way to be a prick, Kason," I sneered, rolling my eyes. I didn't care that I was dating Kason, that was no way to act to Luke.

"What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, his expression innocent.

"You can't just stroll on in here and expect Luke to just make way for you," I said and sipped my water. "He didn't do anything to you."

Kason rolled his eyes, his fingers swirling on the counter. "I just don't like it when he's with you."

"Why," I said flatly.

"Why do you insist on being friends with him?" he countered.

I opened my mouth and closed it, calculating what I should say next. Because I liked him...that's why I insisted on being friends with him. I sighed. There was no way I could tell Kason that. "We're just really good friends," I said as coolly as possible.

"That's about the same as me just saying that I simply don't like him," Kason said, studying my eyes.

He was right. I wasn't giving a complete, honest answer, but neither was he. "There's just history with Luke. We used to be best friends in fifth grade," I said, breaking eye contact with him to look elsewhere.

"And what made you stop being friends with him until now?"

I was silent. I didn't want to tell him about what actually happened. How Hailee told me that Luke called me Miss Piggy and that there was no possible way he could ever like someone as fat and ugly as me. That was really degrading. "You know how it is. When you get into middle school you lose touch with some people."

"And you just happen to pick right up where you left off during college?" Kason didn't seem to be buying any of it, even though what I said wasn't exactly wrong.

I didn't know what else to say other than, "Yeah..."

"Well isn't that interesting," he muttered to himself.

I could feel myself begin to blush. "If you have that much of a problem with it then–"

"Shh," he quieted me as if he knew what I was about to say next. "It's no big deal. I was just wondering."

"But you just–"

"I know what I said earlier, but if it means that much to you then I'm okay with it. I trust you," he smiled weakly.

Trust me with what?

Luke walked back down the hallway with his hands shoved into his pockets, his eyes briefly meeting mine before glancing away. He walked back into the concession stand without even acknowledging me, which hurt my feelings a little more than it should have.