Chapter 15

"You say another fucking thing about her and I will make damn sure your ass ends up in the hospital." Chase grunts at Thomas as he stands above him. He was going in for another punch, that much was clear, so pushing off the balls of my feet and rush forward. "Chase stop!" I say as I jump in front of him and put my hands against his chest, "Look at me. Chase, fucking look at me!" Chase's fuming eyes slowly move from Thomas behind me to my face. He was breathing heavily and he glares at my face for a few seconds before his features slowly begin to soften. "It's me, I'm here." I tell him softly, "Just look at me." His eyes soften and become those pools of honey I love so much. I feel his hands on my waist as I begin to smile softly. Then suddenly, his gaze flickers over my head and horror flashes over his face. "You fucking asshole!" I hear behind me just before I'm pushed to the ground. I feel my knees scrap the concrete and underneath but I care not for the pain. I glance over my shoulder to see Thomas had gotten up and tackled Chase to the ground. The crowd goes wild. Vera places her hands on my shoulder as she crouches down next to me. I watch as Noah emerges from the growing crowd and jumps on the back of Thomas as he attempts to pull him back. Some other guys get the same idea and they help Noah in pulling him back. The wrestling pair is successfully pulled apart and I notice Thomas' nose was bleeding while Chase left cheekbone was red and angry. "Thomas, get the fuck out of here before I call the cops." Spencer who had just shown up screams as he points at Thomas. The tall blonde shoves off the guys who were holding him down and disappears through the crowd as he heads to the end of the driveway. "Hay and V, takes Chase upstairs." I nod as I scurry over to Chase. He was still sitting on the concrete and I crouch down before him, "You ok?" He nods as he glances up at me, his crazed hair falling over his eyes, "Yes." "Let's get you upstairs." I say as I place Chase's arm over my shoulders. Vera comes around and grabs Chase's other arm as we help him upstairs. We manage to get him into mine and Vera's bedroom that we had locked so no gross couples could, in the word of Will Smith, get jiggy with it in here. After we had placed Chase on the edge of the bed, Vera goes downstairs to grab some ice while I go to the bathroom and wet a cloth. "You know there's a thing called talking." I scoff as I step back into the quiet bedroom with the damp towel in my hand and close the door behind me, "It's where you use your mouths and form coherent sounds instead of using your fists and brute strength. Amazing right?" "I talk better with my fists." Chase says gruffly and I roll my eyes as I sit down next to him at the end of the bed. Chase remains staring at the bohemian rug that was placed over the wooden floor boards. "Of course you do." I mumble under my breath as I grab his chin and attempt to turn his face to me. He doesn't move. "Chase, please. Don't fight me." He takes a few seconds to process my words but nonetheless turns his face to me, his eyes still focused on the rug. Take what you can get, Hayden. "What did Thomas do Chase?" I question softly as I begin to wash away the dried blood on his cheekbone. It was red and begging to swell. Chase grunts, "It doesn't matter." "You got hurt Chase. It matters to me." I tell him as Chase's eyes finally glance at mine, only for a moment however. "Just because we're not together anymore doesn't mean I don't care." Chase scoffs and rolls his eyes at my statement. It was painful to say the least but I deserved it. I open my mouth to say something but the sound of the door opening has me shutting up. Vera steps in with two bags of frozen peas. "Ok, so all the ice as been used up for the alcohol. This is the best that I could find." Vera explains as she hands them to Chase. "Thanks." Chase says to Vera before it goes quiet again. Vera stands in front of us, awkward as hell as she places her hands behind her long flowing white sundress. "Huh?" Vera says as she steps towards the door and cups her ear,  "Guys, I think Noah's calling me. Yup, definetly calling me. You hear that right? Sorry but I gotta go." "No one was calling yo—" I don't even get to finish before Vera vanishes from the room and closes the door softly behind her. Now it was Chase and I...in this room...alone. "Just go back downstairs, Jones." Chase sighs as he stares down at his lap. I continue to clean his wound, "I can't. You need help." "I don't need shit." Chase scoffs as he gently grabs my wrist and pulls it away from his face, "Go back to having fun with whoever the fuck you want." "That's what it was about." I say as Chase's glare meets mine, "You were jealous." Chase chuckles darkly, "Of course I fucking was!" I go dead silent while staring at him. I was now only noticing he was begging to draw circles on it with his thumb. Did he even notice? We stare at each other for fuck knows how long in complete silence. Then, all at once, Chase pulls my wrist towards him and I follow. And then my lips meet his in a blaze of rage and lust. So much for the night going off without a hitch huh?