Chapter 6

"Yup, that's the place." I shoot finger guns at her and then feel like slapping myself in the face. Why am I like this? "I guess it wasn't so bad, I made a ton a new friends." "And then you got kidnapped, right?" Emily questions and she must've seen my expression change because her mouth falls open, "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up." "No it's fine. I'm fine." I says, only half-truthfully. I don't ever think I'll be fully fine. But I don't like other people worrying so I just say I'm fine for the sake of it. "Shit, I've got total-foot-in-mouth syndrome." Emily shrugs as she hits her forehead with her hand, "You know what, just tell me about those friends you were talking abo—" "Jones!" "Ah, speak of the devil." I grin as I turn towards the entrance of the hut to see Chase walking towards me in only his board trunks, following him was every pair of female eyes in the building. He comes to a stop before Emily and I, "Can you get me another ice cream? "Hmm," I narrow my eyes, seeing through his lie straight about, "What did Noah promise you?" "The newest MacBook." Chase gives in easily as I chuckle and glance at Emily, only to see her staring at Chase like he was an alien from fucking Pluto. Is she even blinking? "Of course he did." I mumble before deciding to introduce Emily before she passes out, "Everett, this is my friend Emily Richards. Emily, this is Chase Everett who's my.....friend from Caldwell." I could feel Chase's stare on my and I knew what he was thinking. Emily didn't need to know the history between us and he was my friend. He still is and he always will be. "Nice to meet you." Chase smiles at Emily who can only nod with a short hum. I watch as her dark blue eyes drop to Chase's chest and I felt the slight urge to rip her eyeballs out. For fuck sakes, calm down Hayden. "Oh, you're the one who got shot." Emily blurts out asChase and I instantly glance at each other. She slaps her forehead, "Dear god, I did it again. I'm so sorry, Chase." "It's fine. I guess it's a pretty impressive scar." Chase explains and of course he uses it as an opportunity to flex his pectorals. I scoff and roll my eyes as Chase glances at me with a very attractive smirk. I put my palm up towards him, "Ok, calm down Dwayne Johnson." Emily was still staring at Chase and there was something about her stare that put me off. I guess it was just her attraction to him that she wasn't the best at hiding. I didn't blame her, Chase was extremely attractive; especially being shirt-less and all. "Hey, Em, how about you come to where we are and I can introduce you to all my friends. Spencer's here to, you remember him right?" I question as Emily finally glances back at me, but only for a moment, "That's if you're not busy with your other friends." "I came with my family, I'm sure they won't mind." Emily brushes it off just as Penn skips towards us with one lollipop secured firmly in one hand. "The package is secured." She jokes with a cute grin as she glance on either side of us, "You haven't moved much. I was gone for five minutes." "That's because there was an old lady who took forev—"I freeze as I notice the familiar head at the front of the line, handing her damn Pecan Butter cone back to the clerk behind the counter, "—who let her back in line!' ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ My head was resting on something soft and warm. I lazily wrap my arm around it and snuggle closer to hit. My nose hits something soft and I inhale sharply. It smelt amazing, it smelt familiar but with a little bit of salt. My eyes slowly open and freeze as I slowly realise the position I was in. My head was snuggled into the crook of Chase's neck as I sat next to him in the back seat of David's Range Rover with my arm wrapped around his waist. He was shirtless and I was still in my bikini. Too much damn skin contact. I instantly pull back. A little too fast that I end up slamming my head into the glass window of the door behind me. "Fuck." I hiss under my breath as I reach up and press my hand to my pounding skull. "Shit, Jones." Chase says as he places his hand over mine to keep my steady. I open my eyes from their squeezed shut position to see him staring at me with so much worry. "Are you ok Hay?" Penn questions from the front seat. "Please be ok I have no fucking clue where the hospital is." Noah says, fear dripping from his voice as he sits in the driver's seat. How David trusted Noah to take care of his fancy ass car, I'll never know. But Noah was ecstatic when he was handed the keys. He almost left them in the sand but we're not allowed to bring that up. "Is there blood?" Levi questions from behind Chase and at first I thought he was worried, then I remembered he was Levi and realised he genuinely wanted to see blood. "I'm fine." I mumble as I wait for the wave of pain to leave, "Who the fuck invented such hard windows anyway?" Chase chuckles, his hand still on mine while the other hand was resting on my shoulder, "You scared the shit out of me." "Sorry." I give him a small grin as an easy smile passes over his lips. "Awwwww, so adorable." Spencer grins aw he leans his elbows on the backs of our seat. Slowly, he retracts his hands and warmth from me and settles back into the middle bench of the seat. "Don't stop just cos of lil ol' me." I raise my middle finger at him with my spare hand, "Shut up, birthday boy." "You always say the sweetest things to me, cousin." Spencer chuckles before lying back down in the two extra seats like the queen he was. We all go back to being quiet and listening to the chill, lo-fi music flowing out of the speakers as I stare out the window, my head only a slight pulse now. Soon, Noah was pulling into the driveway of the beach house and pulling up next to my mother's tiny car. "Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee." I mumble as I quickly rip my seatbelt off and yeet myself from the vehicle. My flip flops smack against the ground as I race inside and up the stairs. I decide to make a little pit stop to the room I shared with Vera to grab a shirt to throw over my bikini. I open the door to the room, expecting it to be empty. But instead I find Vera, standing in front of the mirror in only her lacy pink underwear and her hands were cupping her slightly inflated stomach. We both stare at each other in shock and complete silence Oh shit. I don't think that's a food baby.