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After our dance, Chase took me by the hand and guided me towards a table. He went to go and get us some food, I think he said fries and coke but I really didn't care what. My mind was frozen with the fact that this cute guy spontaniously came out of nowhere and saved my night. How lucky could I get? As I sat there, a giant smile on my lips, I was sure that this school year would be the best one yet. While I sat in silence, I heard the jukebox change and I looked up to meet Sasha's eyes. She had a playful smile on her face but I wasn't having any of it, she had just let bitch and bitchier rip on me- there was no way I was introducing her to Chase.

I looked away from her quickly and searched the crowd for Chase. He was leaning against the counter while Nicky prepared his food, his mysterious blue eyes were looking directly at the pool tables. Both Reid and Tyler were staring at him, their jaws clenched and for a millisecond, it looked like they were going to attack Chase. He, however, had a mocking type of smirk on his face, his smile growing by each second. I couldn't wrap my mind around it, were the Sons of Ipswich actually jealous? I bet you everything that they had always and will always be completely envious of Chase Collins. I could understand why, have you seen him? The only thing is that the Sons of Ipswich are just as good looking as he is and they also have a wicked background story.

Finally, Nicky handed Chase his food. He paid Nicky and then turned to Reid and Tyler and winked at them, still wearing his snide grin. He approached the table and placed the fries down in between us and my coke infront of me. I smiled politely and thanked him, taking a small sip of the pop. Dancing really did dehydrate a person.

"Have some fries," he said, grabbing one for himself, dousing it in ketchup and popping it into his mouth.

I took a few and ate them dry, before taking a larger swig of the coke. I noticed Chase giving me a weird stare.

I blushed a little bit, "What?"

He laughed a little bit and stuck his fry in the red sauce again, "How can you not eat fried with ketchup, it's like the best part about them."

I raised an eyebrow while he ate, "Really?" I asked playfully, "I, personally, think that ketchup is repulsing."

Chase took a drink from his cup and looked me directly in the eyes, "Ah, well, you're wrong there."

I didn't argue. My entire family loves to drench their everything in ketchup; fries, burgers, hotdogs, pasta!!! I've seen it all, one person loving ketchup didn't really weird me out. Infact, I got a lot more people asking me why I disliked ketchup then people asking other why they loved ketchup. I guess I was the strange one but ketchup, it's just a very discusting choice of food.

"So, do you go to Spencer?" I asked after a small silence.

Chase looked up at me and carefully studied my face. Okay, if you aren't a self-consious person, you would immediatly turn into one after this boy looked you over. He was so sexy, he was just sitting their, making me melt. I nervously pulled my blonde curls over my shoulder and offered a small smile, my cheeks flushing lightly under my pale skin.

Finally he spoke, "No, I used to though... good school."

I frowned, "What do you mean, used to?"

I wasn't sure if I was getting too personal but the question pretty much asked itself. I also felt my heart some-what sizzle with his answer, I wouldn't be able to show him off. Well, okay, I know that we aren't dating but even associated with him would probably make myself look like a good person to hang out with. So I wouldn't get to see him every day during school. When I'd be having a terrible, horrid day, he wouldn't be there to change it. The though actually made me quite depressed- but I should stop facsinating, I just met the guy. Come on Bailey, pull yourself together!

Chase let out a defeated sigh and I realized that I had pushed for too much information, "I got into to many fights, so my mother forced me to switch."

As odd as it was, I was proud that he was a figher. It was so sexy and so tough, just what I like in guys. But the way he tensed and deliberated on telling me why he had left Spencer made me worry a little bit. He looked ashamed of himself but through his eyes you could see the rage that he was trying to shield from me. I sensed a much deeper reason for his departure but I wouldn't dare to suggest that he was bull shitting me, he clearly didn't want to talk about this subject. Awkwardly, I cleared my throat, trying to think of a different topic to discuss. Unfortunatly, this was the moment that my mind chose to blank on me.

"Uh," I muttered, reaching for my drink, "Did you win the fights, at least?"

He glanced up at me quickly and burst out laughing. I smiled at his laughter beacuse for once, I succeeded at breaking the ice. His laughter continued to entertain me until I glanced over his shoulder and saw two people walk in, their faces stern and hard. I stopped listening to Chase and watched as they approached Reid and Tyler. Reid nodded his head in our direction but I wasn't sure what exactly they were whispering about. I watched him curiously, his hands clenched into fists, his fingerless gloves balled up. Then Caleb reached out and patted him on the back.

"Bailey?"

I snapped out of my trance and looked at Chase, "Huh?"

He leaned back in his chair, "What are you looking at?"

I shrugged. I wasn't going to tell him that I was completely infatuated with the Sons of Ipswich because that would just be a complete downer to our night. Nevertheless, he looked over his shoulder and stared directly at the four who were at the pool table. They still seemed to be discussing something heavily- all but Reid, who was staring at Chase, his arms across his torso.

"Oh," Chase said, glancing at me, "I know them. They're good guys."

I stopped thinking, bewildered. So he was friends with them, well that's just great, Tyler can share my stories with him. I would forever be known as the clumsy knew girl who almost took Tyler to his own death down the steep stairs of a Spencer classroom. Perfect.I nodded hesitantly while he looked back over his shoulder and gave Reid a small wave. I watched intentivly as Reid shook his head, cracked his knuckles and turned back to his friends. Chase turned back around and gave me a smile, grabbing his drink and sipping it. To me, Reid's gesture didn't seem friendly but apparantly to Chase, it was normal. I watched him go for the fries and a million questions went through my head. I didn't know why but my good vibe suddenly questioned itself.

Who was Chase Collins?

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-auoh.