Chapter 61-1

61. Crave You Krislynn couldn’t even understand why he was acting that way. Chase had came back with this petrified expression on his face and she had quickly sensed something terribly wrong had happened, but now he was just being juvenile whimpering on the sand at her feet. “Just tell me what’s wrong!” She spat the words out a little too harshly, but she had been asking several times already and he had ignored her and continued to babble nonsensical things. Now she was getting ticked off and she couldn’t even help it. “I was… I was molested!” He sobbed. Krislynn laughed. “Stop it. Seriously, what happened?” “I was molested!!!!” He shouted. His gray eyes peered at her angrily through a glaze of tears and she felt disorientated and confused. He was what? How could something like that happen? But then again, Chase was enormously popular with girls – a fact that she had almost forgotten since he had dedicated so much of his attention to her recently. “Did you run into some girls who threw themselves at you? I thought you liked that.” He shook his head and through fragmented phrases explained to her what had happened to him while he was inside Troy’s trailer. “My virgin lips,” he cried. “My innocence!” Immediately, Krislynn laughed. “So this whole time, you were actually right? He actually had a thing for you?” “This is why society is falling apart!! People would tell the cops that somebody is after their life, and they would never believe it until that person is found dead somewhere on the side of a ditch! This is exactly what happened! You sent me to him! You actually sent me into a tiger’s den!” Krislynn couldn’t find a way to comfort him. As much as she wanted to place herself in his shoes to see how badly getting kissed by a boy was, it just wasn’t that traumatizing to her. “Come on,” she whispered at last. “Let’s go buy you a lot of mouthwash and you can disinfect the Troy on you.” Two days later, Chase was still moping about it at home. He hadn’t gotten out of the house once and refused to go to work. No matter how hard Krislynn tried to convince him, he had strengthen an iron resolution not to listen to any further advice given by her. On Wednesday evening, Krislynn had decided enough was enough and dragged him out of the house to go grocery shopping with her. He went reluctantly, but as they pushed the shopping cart around, placed fourteen bottles of mouthwash inside the cart. “Seriously, stop!” She gave his hand a quick swat when he reached for another bottle and placed most of the mouthwash in their cart back to where they belong. She left him with five and glowered at him to tell him not to mess with her. “You have to go to work tomorrow. How could you skip work just because of something like that? Pete said he was going to mutilate you if you don’t show up tomorrow. I already told him you’d go.” Chase ruffled his hair and took a glance at himself when they passed some table mirrors on sale down the aisle. He hadn’t shaved for two days, and honestly, this really wasn’t his style, but he was beginning to think he didn’t look too bad with some scruff on his face. “Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll go. We’ll rearrange the schedule and shoot all of Andrea’s scenes that don’t require Troy’s appearance.” “You can’t avoid him forever.” “Then I’ll avoid him as long as I can. If I see his face, all I’m going to be able to think about would be him pushing me against a wall! Besides, I’m scared he’s going to force himself on me again. Once is already way too much. I don’t think I’ll be able to survive a second assault.” “Then I’ll just go and have a little talk with him.” Chase pressed his lips together and watched Krislynn push the shopping cart a few feet ahead of him. “What would you say to him?” She stopped and had to tilt her head to the side and think about it. “I’ll say…” She tapped a finger on the side of her chin. “Ah! I know. I’ll say, back off Troy! Chase is my man!” Pouting, Chase reached out and hooked his fingers through the belt loop on the back of her jeans. He tugged Krislynn back to him and she came lurching backwards until her back touched his chest. “Would you really say that?” He asked. He smiled at her sheepishly as he folded his arms around her from behind and pressed the side of his cheek against hers. “Would you?” He could feel her face warming up and smiled even harder when she nodded. “Why- why not.” She stammered. “I want to protect you.” It was so lame, he thought, letting a girl protect him when it should be the opposite way around. He wasn’t going to stoop that far, but it made him happy that Krislynn would even consider wanting to protect him. “You have to say it with more intimidation though,” he chuckled. “Do it with more swag. Like you're from the hood.” Krislynn cleared her throat. “Back off Troy!” She shouted, snapping her fingers and working her neck. “Get your own! Chase is mah man!” He laughed and released her from his embrace. “Don’t do that tomorrow,” he said. “You’re just going to embarrass yourself.” She wrinkled her nose at him and Chase placed his hands on top of hers so they could roll the cart down the aisle together. Krislynn was trapped inside his arms and though she didn’t really mind, it made walking uncomfortable. “Do you want to push the cart yourself?” She asked. He lowered his head and pressed his cheek against hers again. “Why? What’s wrong with what we’re doing now?” “It makes it hard to walk.” “So?” She bit her lips. “People keep staring at us.” “Let them.”