Chase woke up at 5:03 A.M. to the sound of whining and scratching at her bedroom door. Getting up, she groaned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. The dogs most likely had to do their business and Chase is usually the only person up in the house at this time, anyways, so it wasn't too big of a deal.
She walked over to her door and opened it with a prominent scowl on her face, which was aimed towards the four dogs sitting on the hallway and staring up at her with pleading eyes.
"You know for a fact that I hate it when you scratch on the doors, animals," she croaked and walked inside of the kitchen where the back glass door was.
Opening it, all four dogs zipped right past or between her legs out on to the patio. Chase yawned and shut the door back up before locking it, then nonchalantly waded her way over to the fridge to check and see if there was any soda left from the previous nights of lazing around on the main living room floor.
After opening the fridge and taking out a can of Dr. Pepper, footsteps were heard from behind her. Looking back, Chase saw Richy with a grumpy look heading straight for the fridge.
She moved aside, leaving the door ajar so that he could peer into it to look for something to eat, and walked over to the counter in the middle of the kitchen drinking her now opened soda and sat down on one of the bar stools.
"Chase."
The sudden voice of her older brother made her jump slightly and she turned to him. He had a slightly amused, yet still exhausted, look on his face.
"Gee, didn't know I scared you that much." he mumbled, the bemused look still there.
Chase gave an exasperated sigh. "You know for a fact that's not what that was. You just suddenly talked and I didn't expect it."
Richy rolled his eyes at her answer, dismissing it. "How'd you sleep?" The random question made Chase furrow her brow. "I checked on you last night. You were out like a light by seven. How the hell can you sleep that much? You're like a fucking sloth."
Raising her eyebrows, she replied,"Oh, that was you? I wasn't sleeping when you checked on me. I was pretty close, though. Just didn't feel like talking." She then turned back to her drink and swirled the can slowly.
He nodded at her answer, taking a sip of the Dr. Pepper he had also grabbed from the fridge.
It's times like these that make Chase realize that Richy isn't always the heartless ass she makes herself to believe he is. Sometimes he shows a bit of affection towards her, especially when Ross does something like he did last night. It used to happen all the time when she was younger, which made Richy have to console her over the dumbest things Ross would yell over and having her cry about like a blubbering baby.
"I worry about you, sometimes, kiddo."
Chase looked up at Richy, though she could only see his back and up because he was leaning against the counter across from her with his backside facing to her. She almost thought she'd misheard him. Almost.
"Uh... I..."
He started to chuckle as he walked over to her and ruffled her hair up. "Whatever. Don't think that means anything special, 'cause it doesn't. You have the emotions of a two year old so someone has to watch over you." With that, he walked off back up the stairs where his, Ross', and dad's rooms were.
She never did get why her room was the only one on the main floor.
Finally arriving at Sweet Amoris High at 7:30 AM, Chase was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea. She almost fell face first into the cement while climbing out of Ross and Richy's truck from a dizzy spell. They thought she was just being her usual clumsy self and merely laughed at her.
"Ugh," Chase moaned to herself whilst walking towards the school doors,"I can already tell that today's going to suck..."
Unfortunately, there were a few classmates behind her and heard every word. She didn't notice until they all started to laugh lightly, causing Chase to look back in embarrassment and groan once more.
There stood Lysander, Tomato head, and a pretty girl with long silver hair that looked much like Lysander's.
"What makes you say that, Miss Chase?" Lysander asked with a gleaming look.
Sighing heavily, suddenly sucked dry of energy from needing to socialize with this sweet boy and feeling intensely guilty about it, Chase replied in a low voice,"I just know these things, man. I got these feelings all the time at my old school and I was always right."
"You don't look too good. Are you feeling alright? Chase, right?" The silver-haired female beauty suddenly rested her hand on my cheek and forehead. "You're burning up! We need to get you to the nurse!"
Gently taking the girl's hands off her face, Chase stated with a tired smile,"I have a warm body temperature anyways, I'm just a little tired is all. I really don't want to be here..."
Castiel mean a clicking noise and replied,"You act as if we want to be here."
Chase snapped at his nasty tone and gave an icy stare at him. "You know what? I'm sick of your attitude, and I've only met you-what, twice? What the hell is your problem? It's not funny whatsoever, the way you have at me, and I'm not gonna take anymore of your crap! You either stop being rude or don't talk." She then turned and stomped off, literally stomping, while fuming straight to her first class.
The only sound she could hear behind her was the girl's laughter and her saying something like: "Holy cow, that was so good! The look on your faces are so priceless!"
I'm really sorry that this is super late. :( I felt really discouraged while writing this. I didn't, and still don't, think it's coming at very good. I'm constipated in the writing area. Maybe some of you can message me and help me a little bit? Or tell me if you like how the story is going so far?
EDIT: I edited this chapter a bit because I felt my own character was OOC (-facepalm-), and I'm working on the next one as you read this! Thanks so much for the messages and everything! They realy do mean a lot.
