WARNING:
This chapter is rated MA and contains some
MAJOR ADULT THEMES AND LANGUAGE.
Please do not read if you are not 18 or older.
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Chase's POV
She was kissing me. Dear God, Zoey Brooks was kissing me! Not in a friendly way, not a simple cuddle, not a peck. She was definitely kissing me on the mouth, and I could only kiss back. She was lightly biting my lower lip, and as I felt her tongue asking for access, I almost fainted. I opened my mouth, and, God, I was home. We were most definitely making out by now, and I still couldn't really get it. All I knew was that after a while she shifted slightly to reach down and touch me, and I moaned into her mouth, my hand also going down her body to her very center. I was ready the second she touched me, and she was equally ready a few moments after. Zoey got on top of me and lowered herself slowly on me, taking me inside her.
And there we were, making love for the second time that night, only this time for real. Our mouths were together, our bodies moving in a slow, sensitive pace. It was totally different than the first time. We didn't have to worry about anything, the only thing that mattered was us. I was loving every second of this passion, whispering into her ear that she was way better than me on top. She giggled lightly at that, her hands in my hair, and I smiled brightly as she told me I gave her butterflies. I simply continued whispering in her ear, how beautiful she was, how a great kisser she was, how perfect she was, and finally, how much
I loved her. Thanks to passion. I finally did it. And my heart skipped a beat hearing her whispering back:
"I love you too."
Our bodies seemed to melt together for an instant. Our pace quickened, and Zoey began breathing heavier. I knew she was close, just as much as me. Just a few more movements and she kissed me so deeply, it brought me to the edge. She moaned in my mouth, and we both cried out our names as we came. Our movements got slower, until we finally stopped. We were looking at each other, trying to catch our breath. I opened my mouth as to say something, but she stopped me by kissing me again. After a while, we just drifted off to sleep.
Zoey's POV
Light. I felt intense light strike my face, and groaned as I realized it was already morning. I turned in my pink bed to avoid contact with the sun, with no results, so I slowly opened my early morning eyes, keeping them half-closed due to the intense brightness. I pulled myself up, feeling cold as I exited the covers with my upper body. As I realized I was still naked, last night came to my mind.
Oh God… I swear, I wouldn't ever have thought it could be that… amazing. Resting my head on his chest, he made me feel so female and so… loved.
I remembered how we both were freaking out at first, the shyness we were sharing, how fast my heart was racing as I felt his hands touching my bare body, the hard adrenalin while feeling his heavy breathing against my neck, the feeling of that bright light and my hands chafing the sky as we both reached our climax…
I turned around, expecting my bed to be occupied by one Chase Matthews, but there was no one. I bit my lower lip in to hold what I knew was coming next. My clothes were sitting on the edge of my bed, neatly folded. He surely settled them all by himself this morning when he decided to leave. I shifted my head off the pillow again, letting me down to the fact that there was no letters. But as I reached my arm to the other side of the bed, where the trace of his sleep was still flagrant, I felt a cold waterdrop. I lifted the sheets off the bed and what would be my surprise to see a small pink lilie trembling with cold under the cover. My heart skipped a beat. And then, it hit me.
"I love you, Zoey" the famous last words he spoke, replaying all over in my mind. Again and again. Why couldn't I shut my brain? A tear was making its way down my cheek, carrying everything I've been feeling since so long ago. How could I be such a fool? How could I not see something more than friendly long stares in his eyes? How could I not notice that? But it was worse. How could I not notice I was in love with him too? Chase loved me. And I loved him. Sounds stupid, huh? We've been friends for four years and we knew each other better than we knew ourselves. But we never came to the realization that we could've been feeling more than friendship; even though I heard tons of times comments from other people like "When's the wedding?" or "Hurry up, hand me a piece of paper and a pen, I need an authograph 'cause
I've always loved Jack and Rose!" counting out the tons of times I heard Lola, Quinn, Nicole and Dana telling me how much he liked me. I never believed them, of course. What a fool. But if he loved me that much… then why would he leave that fast? Last night events were way too much. In one night, I realized that certainly he was amazing, when he wanted to, that he loved me (and I loved him) and most importantly, that I needed him by my side. Maybe forever. But he wasn't there. Another tear was rolling down my cheek and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I didn't want to either. I never thought I would be needing someone that much, just to have him right next to me, staring at me with those eyes… to feel loved. But the spot next to me was completely empty. I wiped my tears away trying to breath to hold the next coming ones. Wait, what I was doing? It was obvious he would be gone. I had asked him to be gone in the morning. Again, what an idiot. I surely thought it would be better that way, to save the awkwardeness, but it sounded so stupid now.
Just as I was getting out of bed, the door flew open and Lola and Quinn bursted in. I immediately jumped back into bed, covering myself under the covers. There was no way I was letting them know about what happened between he and I.
"…I completely don't understand why they canceled the game. It was just a bit of rain!" Lola was saying.
"Just a bit of rain? Did you not see the 3 inches of water on the ground? The guys would have been completely soaked!" Quinn replied.
"So? Wetness means see through shi-irts!" Lola singsonged. She turned towards me and found me fake-asleep. She shot Quinn a look and motioned her to wake me up. Quinn made a gesture as saying it wouldn't be such a good idea, but Lola pointed her finger to the alarm clock, which read 13.30. So they sneaked towards my bed, and Lola lightly touched my shoulder.
"Zoey? You awake?" I slightly opened my eyes and fake-yawned, covering myself more so they couldn't see me naked.
"Hey guys, already back?" I questioned.
"Yeah, they canceled the game because there was a storm" Quinn answered.
"Oh, no!" Lola cried.
"What?"
"I forgot my second suitcase down in the lounge. Will you help me get it Quinn?" Quinn rolled her eyes and followed Lola out of our room. Just as they did, I jumped up, took some random clothes from my drawer and put them on, sending the ones on my bed in the laundry basket.
Chase's POV
The ceiling of my dorm room was rather interesting. I was lying on the couch, just looking up. The TV was on, but I wasn't looking at it, neither listening to it. I was all alone, Michael and Logan still out. I glanced at the TV, which was showing some commercials. There was a girl... A young girl… A young, beautifully formed, long haired girl… Beautiful… Beautiful… Zoey.
Zoey... Zoey... Oh God. I sighed. Just sighed and tried hard to get rid of the thoughts I was having. As I couldn't, I just got up, and wandered around the room, searching up for some kind of strong distraction from the one it was occupying my mind. Damn…
I just walked around helplessly looking for one or another thing to lay my eyes on, producing some sort of change of mind about her, but God, I just couldn't. I didn't think I was ever gonna be able to get out of my room without feeling awkward. She was my best friend, what was I thinking about? Such an awful… horrid… jerk… I just couldn't get rid of the thought that I had taken advantage of her. I mean, I had always loved her; but it was so… selfish. I got her in a silent way, without her noticing… Man, I was feeling horrible.
It had felt awesome, but it was so wrong. I let out an intense sigh and closed my eyes, trying to forget about it all. What was she doing right now? Did she wake up already? Did she regret it? Was she thinking about me?
I desperately looked around, and saw, lying on the table, my diary. Not an actual diary, but my song notebook. I opened it, and took a look at my aged notes;
"There she was… Again, looking as beautiful as ever. Come on, mind out, and take a look at me; if only you could see that I'm not just a listener… You know, I've got ears, they work out only for you, dear, but I also got arms, with an irrepressible wish to hold you tight and take away every fear (…)"
"(...) So take my hand... I'll be your man... There are no demands (...)"
Just in the moment I read those lines, my mind zoomed away. And brought those happy memories back, those nights I had spent writing this… crap! In that moment, I just couldn't hold it anymore. I began tearing off every page of that damn notebook. Lines and lines of stupid dreams about her, stupid and out of mind ideas of my best friend. And right after letting the diary in wrecked conditions, I sat down on the couch, my curls buried into my hands. I just couldn't believe it… I loved her… And she even knew it now.
"I love you too."
Enough. This was over.
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