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The Jacket

A Rase Fan Fiction

Chase's POV

Its the last year we will spend together. I wanted to make it special. I walked into the classroom zipping up my jacket as I walk to his desk.

"Hey" I say nearly shaking.

"Uh, what's up?" He mumbles

I was at a loss for words, he was so beautiful. His hair was perfect. His face was perfect. He was just perfect. I got lost in his chocolate eyes and just melted, he must have felt the same.

Richard's POV

I was simply sitting at my desk, reading my book, minding my own business, when he approached me. I was gazing deeply into his dazzling eyes. They were a soft shimmery blue, nearly clear, like a freshwater stream rolling lightly with the wind. He uttered some words that I didn't hear and I painfully snapped back to reality. Oh god, what did he say, ugh shit how the fuck am I supposed to reply to something I didn't hear. I could feel my ears turning a dark crimson with nervousness. "Uh, what's up?" I finally forced from my throat, dreadfully regretting my recent haircut, Chase seems to like my current hair better, but my old hair hid my ears, and furthermore my embarrassment. I met my eyes with his and felt the familiar, painful, urging sensation in my stomach, the feeling I get when he gets close enough for me to run my fingers down his front, taking time to notice each fold and wrinkle in the fabric of his shirt- Goddammit! It happened again. Shit. This has to come to an end, but I couldn't help feel that a slight mamihlapinatapai was being broken when I looked away. My eyes searching frantically for something- anything, to focus on besides the striking boy standing in front of me.

Chase's POV

I wonder why he looks so puzzled. Why is talking to my crush so hard? I was longing to make him mine. I couldn't quite tell if he liked me or if he saw me as a total nobody.

"Richard?", I say touching his shoulder.

"Yes?", He says putting his hand on mine.

I stuttered, failing to make words come out of my mouth. He was touching me! Touching Me! Of all people!

"C-Can I-I talk to you outside?" I say trembling.

"Sure." he replies softly.

I ask the teacher to use the restroom and he goes to his locker. We walk out of the classroom, his arm around my shoulder. Oh god. What the hell do I say?

"You wanted to talk?", He says as I lean against the locker next to his.

"I've been waiting a long time, uh"

Richard's POV

"Yeah, so, uh, I was um, wondering if..." He sort of trailed off and let his chin fall to his chest so his line of vision could land on his feet. I hate it when he does that. I give him every opportunity to tell me anything he wants and he always seems to deny me the knowledge of what's on his mind. It's not really that cold out here, why the hell is he shaking so much? But besides my slight anger, and raging hormones I tried to seem normal.

"You were wondering..."

"Um, yeah, I was wondering if..."

"WHAT!" At this point emotions roared inside me, impatience, irritation, anger, attraction, lust, the countless emotions were boiling in my brain and progressively becoming more unclear.

"I-I-I just wanted to borrow your jacket! I'm sorry!"

Chase's POV

I have never in my life seen Richard like this. He was so angry. I regret not being completely honest. He glared at me his eyes filled with lust and rage. He took off his jacket and draped around my shoulders.

"Happy?" He growled as he turned to walk away.

"Wait please!" I whimper, scared of his temper.

"God Chase! I can't take this anymore!"

He grabbed my face and pressed me into the locker.

Richard's POV

I slammed his back against my locker, cupping the back of his head firmly in my hands as my lips roughly meshed with his. I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth as he whimpered slightly, the soft full of his lips against mine. I softly removed my hands from the tight grip they held, tangled in his hair, to run down his neck, to his shoulder blades, making their way to gently rest on his hips. All under the trust that he wouldn't part his lips from mine. It seemed as if hours had passed by the time we finally parted. Chase gazed up at me, his light, heavenly eyes showing shock and relief as he softly whispered, "Come on".

Chase's POV

A deep wave of pleasure ran through my body as we parted. I grabbed his hand, breathing heavily. I lead him into the men's bathroom and pushed him against a stall door.

"Wow! You are strong!" He said laughing.

I smiled and ran my hand down his defined chest, my senses running wild. I tease him going for his neck, slowly blowing across it. A small moan escapes his lips. I knew we didn't have much time so I just kiss him instead of making him confess.

"Say it, Richard! Just say it! We need to get back to class!"

"Okay okay! I love you. I've loved you since the beginning! Now kiss me again!" He said breathing heavily.

My mind and soul was in pure euphoria. I couldn't move. He was waiting impatiently with my loss for words.

"Fine! I'll do it!" He whispered.