Highly Inappropriate

48.

*** Sorry guys to keep you waiting, but that adorable little prick of my cat decided it was a good idea to literally pee on my laptop last week, so I had to put in a request to borrow one from work and rewrite the entire chapter from scratch. What an asshole, right?

Anyway, I'm back :) hope you enjoy the next chapter. Cheers x ***

It's been 5 days since Chase's abduction. The cops still had no clue as to who did this, let alone know where to look, and I honestly was less and less confident about them getting to the bottom of this any time soon.

To top it all off, even though I've been back in school for three days now, Ashley and I still haven't talked. Like, at all.

I would catch her stealing brief glances at me during class, but believe me when I tell you I didn't even have the time to attempt a smile that she would look away, an unreadable look on her face that was slowly killing me every time I got to witness it.

I think it's safe to say that my mind was running laps around the 'break up' subject.

"Hey babe.", Jess greeted me from the sofa as I dragged myself inside my house and into the living room. "How was work?"

"You know how they say that sex is great and all?", I questioned, taking off my jacket and hanging it behind the door.

"Uh.. yeah?"

"Well, I think quitting your job is even better."

"You quit your job?", Jess squealed, snapping her head in my direction with a shocked expression as I joined her on the couch. "Alex! Why would you do that? How are we going to survive now? We need food, you know?! Crap, I'm gonna have to look for a new job ASAP, I-"

"Why are you wearing glasses?", I frowned in amusement, interrupting her rambling as my eyes fell on a pair of thick, black glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose.

"I'm the one asking the questions here, García. I'm serious, I need food in order to survive."

"I think we all do, Jess.", I retorted, a cheeky smile on my lips that caused her to nearly punch me in the face. "Relax, okay? I didn't quit my job, you idiot. Dean is sick so I had to run the bar all by myself, and as my usual luck the place was exploding tonight. I honestly wanted to walk away two hours into my shift."

"You think it's funny to scare me huh?"

"You know I do."

"Bitch.", she gritted, rolling her eyes and causing me to chuckle. "Anyway, sorry to hear that babe.. You could've called me, you know? I could've helped you out."

"Help me out how, exactly?"

"I don't know.", she shrugged, adjusting her glasses. "Waitressing tables, for example."

"Waitressing, really?", I snorted, shaking my head at her. "Jess, you trip over your own feet, why would I put you through that? Actually, scratch that, why would I put my clients through that? You know, they usually like their drinks inside their glasses."

"One time! It happened one time!", she grunted, narrowing her eyes at me. "Besides, you're the clumsy one here, Alex. Or have you forgotten that time you tripped, fell down a flight of stairs, flung your iced coffee and splattered it all across the wall and on yours truly? Or when we went camping and you not so graciously landed on your face while getting out of the car as soon as we got there? Or-"

"Hey, that wasn't my fault! My shoelaces got stuck somewhere-"

"Or that time you were adjusting your bra straps, lost your grip and punched yourself in the face? You know, I could go on and on and-"