Reunited

Chapter 15

After the bridesmaids and Nicole left the room Chase sat down on the couch and pulled Christine down with him. He looked her in the eyes and asked quietly," I don't get it Christine. Why do you want to marry me?"

"Chase...don't do this," Christine let a few tears slip down her face.

"Why do you want to marry me?" Chase asked again.

Christine didn't say anything. "Chase...I love you," Christine stammered.

"I don't even know why. Why? Why do you say you love me so much and then be so rotten to Zoey? I don't get this at all." Chase said.

"I'm sorry about that. I really am. But please, let's just get married and work out the mess later. There's a church full of people waiting on us," Christine stood up, fluffed her poofy white dress, and held out her hand to Chase.

"I'm sorry Christine, everyone is going to have to get over it because there's not going to be a wedding today," Chase stood up, kissed Christine lightly on the cheek and walked out of the church. The beautiful bride stared after her groom, anger raging inside of her.

Christine picked up a vase full of flowers and flung them at the door, just missing Chase's head, "Yeah, have fun with Zoey! I know that's what you're going to do right now! You're going to call Zoey, you'll rush over to whatever hillbilly Ville she lives in, make up with her, kiss her, and than you'll both live happily ever after." Christine shouted.

"No...Actually I doubt she ever wants to speak to me again after all the trauma she's been through staying here for a few days, thanks to you." He shouted right back.

"She shouldn't have been here in the first place!" Christine screamed, her face bright red with fury.

Chase walked back in stepping over the broken glass, looked at the woman, and said, "How did I ever think for one minute that I loved you?" Chase asked and looked her straight in the face, "You're an immature, ridiculous, pathetic woman. I'd rather be single and lonely than married and with you. See ya." And with a little sarcastic wave, he left the room.

The wedding guests and wedding party were staring at the wide open door to the church where Chase burst out letting the cold air in, and at the silent yet slightly hysterical, shocked Christine.

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Chase drove home, thoughts flooding his mind. What now? What do you do after you break up with someone on the day of the wedding? Should he be upset? Should he be depressed? No, in this case, I think I should celebrate. Chase laughed at himself. How in the world did he ever get into this?

Instead of going home he got on the highway and drove to Kenosha, where he and Zoey spent their wonderful day together. He sat on a bench out looking the frozen lake frosted with snow. He thought of their conversations, their laughter, their snowball fight, Zoey when she was in awe of the snow and when they walked close to keep each other warm. That was when he realized that no matter how hard he tried to ignore the thought, He was in still in love with Zoey. He still got that little tingle that ran down his spine when her name. There was never really a time when he wasn't comfortable with her. When she smiled he still felt immediate warmth all over. It was still there. His first love never really died, even if she would never love him in return.

Chase pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. There was no answer.

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"Zoey! You're phone's ringing," Mrs. Brooks knocked on her daughter's bedroom door.

"Who is it?" Zoey asked. It was five p.m. now and after many sleepless nights she had almost drifted off.

"I'm not sure," her mother answered.

"Let me see," Zoey said with a sigh. She sat up and turned her light on. Mrs. Brooks walked in and handed her the small silver phone. Zoey opened it read the number and threw it down, letting it lie on her bed until it quit ringing.

"Who was it honey?"

"Forget about it. He doesn't matter," Zoey said quietly as she fell asleep. Her mother sighed, wishing she knew what was going on in her daughter's head. She shut the light off, tucked Zoey, kissed her on the cheek and shut the door silently behind her.

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A/N: Short chapter. Sorry. I've been extremely busy lately with school, church, and of course my social life.

Did you guys check the Season three premiere? Geez wasn't that shocking! It reminded me a bit of my story in a small way. Man. I was not ready for that. I can't wait until the next episode!

I'll write more soon. No worries.

Noelle :)