It All Began With A Song [Editing]

Chapter 28: Chasing the Time

"Okay."

That was it.

That was all that he said to me that day when I told him about Roxanne, and out of all of the reactions I expected from him -- from surprise to anger and then to sorrow -- the least I had expected was him to remain extremely calm after the news, as if what I told him was just everyday daily routine news. And right after that, Seth and Zoe had found me in the parking lot, both of them sending me smirks and kissing faces to the point where I had to leave the car and practically swat them away into the building. By then, Chase had already urged for me to go in too since he had to head to work, and so that was the end of our very brief conversation.

Unexpectedly, Roxanne had extended to her visit to another week, and I suspect it's because she wanted to see him, but Chase pleaded me to not say anything to her about him, even if she already knew. However, he made no effort to meet her, and as time passed, it seemed as if even Roxanne was giving up hope. I kept pushing him to speak to her, but whenever I mention her, he'll either just make up an excuse to go back to work (since seniors get to get out if school a weeks before exams) or just make a new topic to talk about.

For the past few days, I have been trying to start conversations with Roxanne that somewhat involved Chase. Hey, Chase said for me to not mention his name, but he never anything how I can't indirectly discuss him. What's the harm of that? I was doing all of this to buy him time since he still hasn't overcome his surprise. But I could only hold on for so long.

Before I knew it, it came the day that she was leaving; she was going to catch her flight to LA in the afternoon, and I was just... done. I wasn't about to make Chase lose his his chance to officially since I don't know when we will see her again, and frankly at this point, I didn't really give a waffle if he's gonna be mad at me. He's the one that said he wanted to see her, but now he's being a chicken, especially with the fact that Roxanne is actually giving him extra time to meet her.

We (my parents, Roxanne, Makenna, and I) were at the airport right now, conversing among ourselves as we waited for the time to come for Roxanne's departure. Well, they were; all I was doing was just nervously glance back from my watch and to the distance to see if he was coming or not. By he, I mean Chase. Earlier ago, at some time close to noon, I had came to his workplace to tell him what's going on. Although in truth, it seemed more like I was yelling harshly at him rather than just telling him the facts at that time.

Who is there to blame anyway?

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-Hours Ago-

"I'll be right back," I assured my friends, who had driven me here, "Just going have to have an inspirational talk to him like what Coach Summers always do."

Ha! Like I knew how to speak inspirational speeches. I can't even talk in front of my class without stuttering.

Seth snorted at me, while Zoe answered, "Well, let's see if it works or not because you never know. It might work, Nat."

Chase's attention was still at the far distance when I came toward him. Honestly, he looked exactly like those old folks who smoked outside like everything around them wasn't interesting. I calmly took his phone away, restating what had been repeating in my mind several times, "I'm pretty sure you saw my text since you're playing with your phone. She's leaving in less than six hours, Chase."

"I know."

He was calm as ever like he wasn't about to lose something precious, and then there was me: anxious, nervous, and aggravated. I need to take him out of his pity land because he isn't acting like the confident Chase Parker I came to know. So I did what I thought was necessary at that time -- I slammed my fist to the brick wall right next to where he was leaning at, but boy did it hurt -- and it worked. His attention was now on my fist as he attempted to see if I was okay, but I quickly pulled it away, fussing at myself for my ignorant behavior. I can't talk the senses to this boy by yelling because he wasn't me, so it meant I had to choose another technique.