This Chapter Isn't Complete. Just Didn't want to keep any of you waiting because I really don't know when the next time I'm going to sit down and write is.

" Stay here let me just go get something " and without telling me where we are or what he's going to get he just walks towards the dodgy looking flat. I sigh as I take a puff of my cigarette ignoring the stares of the people that are walking past me.

They all have the same fucking expression. The one where they scowl and squint their eyes like their looking through you, fucking dicks.

All they know about life is how to top up their freaking credit cards and how to tip their fucking bell boys after fucking them.

I used to be like that; emphasis on the used. I changed. I found out that everything was being planned out for me and that I never had a choice in anything.

I remember what my mum use to say to me after she had a fight with Richard. 'Life's a bitch and then you die' I guess it's true.

My life right now isn't anything but a bitch and it's not going to be long until I fucking die, After all the drugs and crap I take.

But might as well live a short and carefree life rather than a long unhappy one right? I let out a sigh of frustration when a group of girls giggling walk past me and stare at me. I swear. The next person or fucking group that stares at me is going get a fucking smacking.

What the fuck is taking chase so long?

I bet he's fucking dealing shit. He should have at least given me his car keys so I can sit in the bloody car instead of standing here and having to watch fake sluts walk past me.

Took him bloody long enough.

I watch with a massive scowl on my face as he walks up to me with a fucking smirk on his face and slaps my arse before he unlocks in the car and nods for me to get in after him.

I get in the car lean my head back on the head rest the second my knees bend when I sit on the leather seats in his car.

I watch at the corner of my eye as he opens up the glove compartment and stashes in a brown bag and slightly wince when he bangs it shut. What the fuck was the point in that? Could have just shut it normally and it also would have fucking reduced the chance of it breaking.

Idiot.

"Where to next?" he doesn't answer; just carries on driving. All I want to do is go home I'm so tired. I'm actually thinking about the second my head touches my pillow.

"How about we go to the café not far away and eat" what? Did chase just ask me if we wanted to go to a café. Normally he'll just want to get take away, fuck then sleep.

"What?" I question knowing what he said but just getting him to say it again. It's actually a nice feeling; to get a say in something once in a while.

"Don't make me repeat myself, you know I hate repeating myself" I roll my eyes knowing that soon he's gonna have a hissy fit. But again just for the sake of it I just play along.

"No, I actually didn't know" I don't know what he's going to do next but I also don't care, I'm too tired.

"just trying to do something fucking nice for once, no need to act like a fucking deaf bitch" I know I should say something back like a "pull over, I'm done", but I need him; otherwise I'll be by myself and surrounded by fake smiley faces. I just don't want to be alone right now. So all I say is "fuck you" under my breath.

And because this time I actually don't care about what he's going to say next I put the radio on and just listen to the song that's on.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad Wo-

"What the fuck?" I snap my head around to see chase carrying on driving.

"I don't listen to that crap" what the fuck was his problem? I swear he's asking for something bad to happen to him.

"Whatever" I mutter under my lips. I watch my surroundings as it all turns into a colourful blur and actually wonder if chase is taking me to that stupid café we had a fuss about but I don't say anything. No point. He'll probably just pick up a gun that would come out of nowhere and just hit me across the face with until I get unconscious instead of shooting me with it.

I smirk at the irony of it but notice that I caught someone's attention and immediately get rid of it. "What the fuck you smirking at?" I don't answer him. Once again, there's no point. He'll probably ju- I get the image in my head again and actually bit my lip from making it spread into a grin.

I think I actually found out why Haley always tells me I have a weird sense of humour. I just thinks it's them, they actually laugh at jokes. They laugh at what's meant to be funny but I laugh at stuff that's not funny, but in a way is. Like that boy that fell over yesterday on the way to English; it was sad but funny. Not like the kid wont laugh at me if it happened to me.

I look out the window again and notice that's its already sunset; that's another day gone to waste. That's all I seem to accomplish nowadays; a day with chase and him treating me like shit.

I stare ahead of me as I watch chase park his car in front of a café, guess the answer to that question earlier on was a yes.

The second I get out of the car I hear a group of males and females laugh at something but I don't turn around to look at them. What am I going to get out of it just a picture of what they look like and then the mental picture will disappear after a while.

But I guess that was a lie because as soon as I hear a deep chuckle I quickly snap my head towards where the gang is and quickly swallow the lump seemed to be caught in my throat.

It was that guy from the diner. The guy with the fucking blue eyes; I hate this guy.

He still hasn't seen me so I hope I can get past him without him noticing. Maybe I should just hide behind chase then run into the café when I pass the group. Yeah, that should work.

What the fuck – are you hearing yourself Brooke? You're getting scared and giddy over a boy you haven't even said one word to.

I stand there and start taking small steps towards the café when I hear chase come out of the car.

"Brooke!" Damn it. Did he need to shout. I snap my head around and notice chase standing with the group of people and squint my eyes when I notice that their all staring at me. All of them, even that fucking guy I hate.

"Mmmhhm" I look up at him as if I haven't noticed he's calling me there like he's going to ask me something. Great act Brooke, Brilliant.

I watch as he lifts him arm up and starts wriggling his finger signalling me towards where he and the others stand. I start taking slow steps towards him and search for a certain pair of blue eyes while I take the steps and I catch sight of them straight away seeming as they stick out in the dark and their the only ones that are paying attention towards me.

When I get there chase wraps his arm around my waist protectively as if he owns me but I don't do anything about it.

"He that can have Patience, can have what he will"