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A/N: Okay, first of off - I AM SO, SO, SO SORRY.
I really hope you all can forgive me. D: Because it was really unfair for me to keep you all waiting this long. But hey, at least I'm not dead. -winks-
So, basically, I just check the stats for this story and I was blown away.
Chasing Purple - eight chapters (well, nine now), 102 reviews (THANK YOU, THANK YOU, will get to that in a minute), 7,772 hits, 32 favorites, and 71 alerts.
I- I don't know what to say, but thank you for sticking around this long and reading and reviewing this story for as long as you have. And no, it's not the end. Lmao XD Hell, this story is just getting started! XD
But er, 102 REVIEWS?! I'm extremely grateful. And just thank you!
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So, yeah, here's your chapter! Also, I notice the boys haven't really had any 'male bonding' in this story, so next chapter - watch out for it! And remember to review! I'll always give you a preview of any future chapter!
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Chasing Purple
A Covenant Fanfiction
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"So," he says finally after a few moments of this painful, open-wound awkward silence, "We're okay now, right?" he hesitates and I refuse to look at him.
"Yeah," I lie, swallowing down the stubborn knot in my throat, "Of course." Lies, lies, lies.
Why do I feel like I want to sob my eyes out right about now?
"Izzy," he starts and I'm tempted to say, 'No, you're not allowed to call me that anymore! No, no, no!'.
I don't though. It hurts…what does that mean? My chest is hurting and I feel like I'm suffocating and oh god, oh god, oh god, please don't cry. No, no, you can't, just no!
"I'm going to go," I say, opening the car door, Tyler makes a move to grab my wrist, but I snatch it away as quickly as I can, not allowing myself to look at him. "Tell the others I walked home."
My house was only a couple miles, I could walk.
"Isabella-"
I slam the door.
And wanted to crawl up in a hole and die.
This is karma, isn't it, God?
Fuck, just fuck.
When I got home that afternoon, I couldn't help but realize while walking and thinking that I was falling for Tyler Simms. I was really falling for this guy.
And I couldn't do anything about it. I want my mommy, I thought. She's not here though, she's going to meetings all day. I love my parents, I do, but they're always so damn busy. They probably don't even remember who their kids are anymore, I bet.
I plopped down on my bed, burying my face into the Gain smelling sheets. I turned my head towards the lilac wall, closing my eyes tightly. I really want my momma. I want Tyler. I want my friends. I want me back.
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Normal POV
Sarah sighed, resting her head into her palm. "It's coming soon."
Kate blinked, raising an eyebrow while slurping down her shake, "What're you talking about?"
Sarah bit down on her lip, "Me and Caleb." Kate gave her a weird look, "It's just not the same anymore," she continued, "I mean, I thought we would get married and have lots of kids…"
"You will," Kate urged, trying to comfort her friend.
"No." Sarah shook her head, "It's over. I know Caleb," she gave Kate one of the saddest smile she's ever seen. "And he's not in love with me anymore."
Kate didn't know how to respond to that.
"You're crazy, y'know that?" she finally settled for.
Sarah shrugged, "It's the truth."
"Sarah, the way he looks at you is enough to say."
"He doesn't anymore."
"Sarah," Kate begged, not liking her best friend to be in this kind of pain, "It'll be okay, it'll work out."
Sarah sighed, "I wish, I really do, but it's not going to. And to tell you the truth, it's been like this for awhile. Like…something's missing. I think we just need a breather and if we do get back together…well, that's the future, but I doubt it." she gave Kate a watery smile.
"I love Caleb, I do, but maybe I'm just not the right girl for him…" she trailed off, staring out the window.
Kate didn't say anything.
End of Normal POV
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Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
I rolled over with a groan; I didn't not want to be woken up.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
I heard the damn noise again. Forcefully opening my eyes, I glanced at my window and nearly fell off my bed in shock.
"Pogo?!" I exclaimed, running over to open the window for him, he laughed a big wolfish laugh and I grinned excitedly, pulling him in….he fell on the floor.
I laughed, the first real laugh in a week, "Where ya been?!"
"Family thing," he said, sitting down on my bed, putting his arm around me, "How's my little Bell?"
I grinned, sticking out my tongue, "I'm not little."
He laughed and I really felt at home. Pogue and I had a nice, sibling relationship I thought. It wasn't at all like Tyler and mine relationship and it wasn't like Reid and mine's crackhead relationship…and I didn't really talk to Caleb that much…but yeah! It's a nice relationship. And I missed him.
"Sooooooooooo, what's happen since I've been gone?"
I think the look on my face said enough.
"…Oh…you know, huh?"
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Normal POV
"Why are we here?" Mia grumbled, making Bridget giggle in return. "Because Caleb invited us over."
"Invited you over," she corrected, in the back of her mind though she wondered if Caleb realized he had a girlfriend name Sarah. A girl who's name wasn't Bridget. It wasn't her business though so she didn't say anything on it.
Bridget ignored her as they walked up the steps of his fucking mansion and Mia noticed how she didn't even knock, but just walked right along in.
"Bridget - you're supposed to -"
"Hi, Mrs. Danvers!" she called out to the woman going up the stairs who gave Bridget a pleasant smile, "Nice to see you again, dear! Caleb's in the living room with Reid." she rolled her eyes affectionately before turning her back to them, going back up the stairs.
Mia furrowed her brows, how many times has Bridget been over here? She followed the blond into the living room where Caleb and Reid were arguing over the remote.
"Golden ass! I'm a guest, I get the remote!"
"Dipshit, it's my house!"
"Who cares?! Your mom loves me more!"
"My mom thinks you're mentally challenge!"
"Your face is mentally challenge!"
"Dumbass!"
"Bitch!"
"Go suck a cock."
"Go suck your face."
"I'll show you -"
"Idiots," Mia chimed in, rolling her eyes. Reid admittedly dropped the remote, and jumped off the coach, "Baby!" he exclaimed with a goofy smile on his face, walking towards her with opened arms.
"I am not your baby!" she backed away slowly with a disgusted look on her face.
"You wish you were." he winked and Mia looked like she was going to cry.
"God, if you're there…please, please, help me…"
"Aw, she does love me!"
"No, I don't!"
"Admit it, you want my booooooooooody!"
"Who wants that ugly thing?!"
In the amidst of their arguing, Bridget grabbed a bag of potato chips that were laying around, "This is fun," she laughed, sticking another chip in her mouth.
Caleb laughed with her, his whole day just got a little brighter. And that scared him.
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"I think you should talk to him," Pogue said, clenching on the swing so it would stop.
"I did," I frowned, digging my feet into the soft, brown ground. The icy, cold December wind made my nose cold and runny, I could feel my cheeks becoming numb. I looked up towards the horizon. It was orange and gold and purple and pink and blue all mix into one. So many colors, so many emotions - just like me. Inwardly, I smacked myself on the forehead. I was going crazy...comparing myself to the sunset?
He gave me a look and I sighed, defeated. Right now we were in the my backyard, hanging off the old, rusty swing set that my parents bought when I was six. Parents, I snorted. Who needed them? They were here on Christmas morning, but than left that very afternoon. The look on my brother's, Ivan, face made me want to curl up and cry.
"Isabella…" he trailed off, glancing me over, "Can I ask you something?"
"What?" I frowned, hoping he really didn't ask that question - I can't handle that question.
"Do you love him?"
It was silent.
Away, I could hear crickets.
I wish I was cricket right now...and that was random.
"I don't want to…" I mumbled, unexpected tears forcing themselves into my eyes, "I really, really, really don't want to." I looked away from my Pogue, "He makes it hard though, y'know? The way he smiles, the way he can make my heart beat faster, the way I get so excited just when someone mentions his name, the way he looks at me and I feel like I'm flying."
Pogue doesn't say anything for awhile, probably doesn't know what to say. I snorted, I don't blame him. Who wants to deal with an emotional rollercoaster of a girl?
"Hey," he says quietly, breaking the silence, "Wanna go for a ride?"
I laughed a watery laugh, I could always count on Pogue who always knew what to say, when to say it, and amazingly he didn't say anything about Tyler and I'm thankful for that.
"My parents are going to kill me."
He waved his hand dismissively in the air, "Ah. Who cares? You only live once!" he grinned, "Ready to ride?"
I could only nod my head, smiling.
Thank you, Pogue, I thought silently.
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Normal POV
"…That was exciting." Bridget laughed a few minutes after an arguing Mia and Reid left; the latter dragging her out the door, telling that it was too late and Mia claimed it was way past Reid's bedtime. If she was being honest, she'd say those two were totally in love with each other, but just didn't know it yet.
Caleb smiled, looking at the blond sitting next to him. She was really something. The way she laughed, the way she saw things, the way she made him feel…he hadn't felt so happy, so free in a long time.
So when she looked at him curiously, tilting her head, he thought he lost it, "Something wrong?" she asked and than it happen.
He kissed her.
It was slow at first, him not really knowing what he just did and her being in such total shock that she didn't even move.
And than it speed up. She grabbed at his hair, running her hands through the softness of it all, eagerly making the kiss harder, rougher, and passionate.
Ten minutes later they were still going at it on the coach, him on top of her, and her not wanting this to end.
'I'm going to hell,' Caleb thought, 'I really am. I have a girlfriend. A nice, loyal -'
Bridget's tongue made him forget about it all.
'Ah, screw it.'
