*Bree's POV*
"I cannot believe you ratted Chase out to Mr. Davenport," I said to Rose once we were behind the closed door of my room.
"In my defense, it was very stupid of you to leave me alone with even the slightest possibility of me running into him," she replied.
"Don't turn this around on me," I warned, pointing a finger at her. "We all know you don't like Ally, and trust me, I get it. But was ratting out Chase really necessary?"
"I just think that Mr. Davenport should know that his youngest son is fraternizing with an evil girl who doesn't know when or how to keep her mouth shut," Rose said, sounding angrier with every word.
"Are you ever going to tell us what Ally did to you that made you hate her so much?" I asked with a sigh. We've known Rose for about three months and yes, she hates a lot of people, but none more that Ally Anderson. I can totally see where she's coming from, but if Chase is getting all chummy with her I don't know what Rose is going to do.
"Why does your brother even have to associate himself with her? They're partners, I get that, but that doesn't mean they have to be friends," Rose pointed out, falling onto my bed. "I mean, they have absolutely nothing in common!"
"Well you never know," I said. "It could be like you and me." Rose sat up and gave me a look.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. "Are you trying to say that one of us is like that she devil?"
"Of course not," I said quickly. "I just meant that maybe it's kind of like how people don't think we can be friends because we don't have anything in common."
"But we do have stuff in common," she pointed out.
"Yeah, but it doesn't really look like we do just judging by our appearances. And Chase isn't exactly the kind of guy that judges people before getting a glimpse of their personality."
"What personality?" Rose scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I swear, one of these days Chase's niceness is going to come back and bite him in the butt."
"And I'm kinda looking forward to that day," I sighed dreamily. "But if you keep up with your Ally tirade he might stop being nice to you."
"Psh, yeah right," she scoffed again. "… You don't think he would really choose her over me… do you?"
"You never know with Chase," I shrugged. "I guess he see's something in her that no one else does."
"Unfortunately I can't even be mad at him for that considering the same thing happened to me," Rose sighed, falling back onto me bed only to sit up a few seconds later. "Now getting to the real girl talk-" Oh boy, she sounded devious. "What happened with Dylan? And I mean the full story, feelings included."
"I already told you pretty much everything," I mumbled.
"Pretty much everything is not everything my dear Bree-Bree," Rose sang.
"Did you seriously just call me Bree-Bree?" I asked, ignoring everything else she said.
"Yeah don't get used to it," Rose said sassily. "Just answer the question Tasmanian Devil."
"Ouch," I grumbled. "Okay, well I like Dylan-"
"Duh."
"And I think he likes me," I continued, completely ignoring my best friends comment. "But I don't want to be just another girl that falls for the whole bad boy thing and get my heart broken. And I can't help but randomly start worrying about it whenever I'm around him."
"Hey, that's completely understandable," Rose soothed, standing up from my bed and giving me a hug. "If anything, this is all Dylan's fault for creating such a bad reputation for himself. Now, is that the only reason you're afraid to go out with him?"
"Yes," I said in what I'm hoping sounded confident.
"Bree," Rose said warningly. "Don't bother trying to lie to me. You're a terrible liar."
"Okay, I guess after the whole Ethan thing I just… don't want to feel like that ever again."
"Heart break is one of the worst things in the world," Rose nodded sympathetically. "I've never personally experienced it but I have seen it many times before."
"Why do guys have to suck so much?" I groaned, falling onto my bed like Rose had just a few minutes before.
"They're boys, it's in their nature," she responded, sitting next to me. "Can't live with them, can't live without them."
*Chase's POV*
What's up? ~ Ally
I read the text and looked up from my phone. I was in the lab with Adam, Leo, and Mr. Davenport. Adam was currently bench pressing Leo who was holding a stack of my text books to add more weight. It wasn't working very well for them because Leo kept dropping them. Mr. Davenport was fixing a 'minor' malfunction on one of his inventions. It was supposed to be a ray gun that could cut any solid object from 50 feet away, but when he tested it on a banana, it just froze. Not the machine, the banana. And then Leo tried eating it and almost broke his jaw. That thing was flash frozen. I couldn't exactly tell Ally what was really going on right now.
Just doing homework ~ Chase
I sighed contently. That's totally a believable lie. Why wouldn't the smartest person in the school (the whole world but Ally didn't need to know that) be doing homework?
I thought you said you didn't have any homework ~ Ally
Dang, I did tell her that didn't I? I racked my brain for a lie.
I don't. I'm helping Leo with his ~ Chase
Helping? ~ Ally
More like doing it for him ~ Chase
Haha how many times does that happen? ~ Ally
Whenever he asks me and I'm in a good enough mood ~ Chase
You're a good brother ~ Ally
I felt a heat creep into my cheeks as I read her text. 'This is ridiculous,' I thought. 'She's not even here and I'm blushing. I don't blush.'
Thanks… I guess ~ Chase
I wish I had a brother like you ~ Ally
A brother? She thinks of me as a brother? I don't know why but I didn't really like that very much.
"Ugh! Chase, can you come help me with this?" Mr. Davenport called from the other side of the room. I looked up from my phone again and saw Mr. Davenport standing next to a frosty chair.
"I'm coming!" I called back, sending a quick text to Ally before stuffing my phone in my back pocket and walking over to help Mr. Davenport defrost his favorite chair.
*Ally's POV*
I wish I had a brother like you ~ Ally
Did I seriously just say that? I don't want Chase to be my brother. If I did have a brother I'm sure that I would find him weird and gross, not mysterious and attractive. I don't want Chase to think that I only think of him as a brother. Really, what is wrong with me?
I have to go. Talk to you later ~ Chase
His reply made me want to throw my phone out my window. I just scared him off. We don't know each other very well and I basically just accidently told him that I wanted him to be my brother. Yeah, that's not weird at all. I groaned and smashed my face into my pillows.
"My life is an endless suck fest," I grumbled, sitting up on my bed and swinging my legs over. Since I basically just ruined any possible thing from happening with Chase I decided I needed to comfort myself. Girl style. I pulled on a pair of fuzzy socks and grabbed my J'adore Paris hoodie that I had gotten from Paris last summer. I left my room and walked down the stairs as I pulled my hoodie on over my head. I entered the empty kitchen and stalked towards the fridge with only thing on my mind. I flung open the freezer door and pulled out a tub of mint chip ice cream. A.k.a my favorite ice cream flavor ever. Well, mint chip and cookie dough. I grabbed a big spoon out of the drawer and placed it on top of the container I was holding. I headed back up to my room to endure a night full of calories and funny YouTube videos that will hopefully make me feel better about me totally ruining things with Chase.