Chasing Day Series: Chasing Day & Catching Day (5 page)

Miguel pulled Chase out by his neck, shaking him happily. Chase clasped his hands in front of his pants, graciously took the praise, and then made a beeline to the bathroom. Amy pulled Daylen from the closet and tugged her to a quiet corner to get all of the details.

 

 

 

Chase slammed the door to the bathroom and collapsed against it. He couldn’t believe that he’d kissed his best friend and it had given him a stiffy. He’d had a chance to kiss a few girls in the last year or so, but something about kissing Day was different. She was completely innocent and he felt like a total jackass, though. He didn’t want to corrupt her or anyone else to, for that matter.

He also didn’t want to ruin their friendship. She was the best, best friend he’d ever had. She knew everything about him and didn’t judge him. When things were going really bad with his dad, she’d sit there for hours comforting him, just with her presence. He didn’t have to say anything and she understood, and vice versa.

Chase pushed off of the door and stood in front of the mirror. His lips and face were smeared with her red lipstick. He shook his head in frustration at himself.

“What are you doing, Chase? You can’t like your best friend, asshole. Find someone else to screw around with.” He grumbled to his reflection.

He turned on the faucet and washed off her lipstick. As he wiped his face off with one of the hand towels, a knock sounded on the door.

“Just a second,” Chase shouted towards the door.

His body hadn’t calmed down yet, with the memory of her lips still on his. He pulled off his flannel and tied it around his waist. The sleeves dangled in front of his jeans, blocking his situation. Chase reached for the lock on the door and turned the knob. When he opened the door, he was surprised at who stood there waiting.

Whitney smiled at him brightly. “Hey, Chase. I thought you might want to spend seven minutes in real heaven, not with some inexperienced freshman.”

“Lay off, Whitney. She never did anything to you that you didn’t do first.” Chase went to move past her.

“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that.” Whitney pouted.

She stepped closer to him and stroked a finger down his chest. When he didn’t move or knock her hand out of the way, she walked forward, making him step backwards until she could shut and lock the door.

“Okay, I’ll be honest. The only reason I hate her so much is because she gets to spend so much time with you.” Whitney looked up at him coyly, through her long eyelashes. “I’ve always wanted you, Chase.”

Chase didn’t know what to do. His defenses were completely down. His emotions, brain, and body were all at war. He’d just realized that he had feelings for his best friend. He didn’t want their relationship to get ruined. He was completely turned on like any normal virginal teenage boy with raging hormones. And this pretty, albeit snotty girl was making herself available to him.

Chase thought for a few moments more as Whitney bit her bottom lip invitingly. He took a single step towards her and a triumphant smile spread across her face. The smile said,
Gotcha!
His body won the battle.

 

 

 

“So do you think he’s going to ask you out now?” Amy asked Daylen after grilling her for every detail that happen in the closet.

“I don’t know. I hope so.” Daylen said as her eyes scanned the room for Chase. “He’s been in the bathroom for an awfully long time.” Daylen frowned when she didn’t see that he’d returned yet.

“Well, maybe if you go find him, you can kiss him again.” Amy smiled, her eyes lighting up with excitement for her friend.

“I don’t know about all that, but I wouldn’t mind,” Daylen said, hopeful.

Amy pushed her towards the hallway where the bathroom was located. Daylen slowly walked up to the closed bathroom door. She raised her hand to knock when she heard a familiar voice.

“Oh God, Whitney!”

Daylen stumbled back against the wall, at the sound of Chase’s voice moaning her tormentor’s name. She stood rooted to the spot. Frozen with dread. A few minutes later, Whitney opened the door as she straightened her skirt. A satisfied smile turned up her lips when she saw Daylen standing there. Daylen looked past her into the bathroom and saw Chase zipping up his pants.

“Sorry, he needed a real woman.” The delusional fifteen-year-old proclaimed proudly with a smirk.

Daylen’s entire body flushed hot with anger and she pushed off the wall towards the girl. Whitney flinched back. It would be the only bit of satisfaction that Daylen would get from her heart being broken.

“That’s what I thought.” Daylen sneered at the girl. She watched as Whitney hightailed it down the hall.

Daylen’s hurt-filled eyes turned back to Chase. His soft brown eyes returned her gaze guiltily.

“Daylen, I-” Chase began.

“I’d like to go home now,” Daylen said softly as she looked away from him.

She wasn’t sure if she’d ever look at him the same again. It felt like her heart had splintered into tiny pieces. Her throat felt like it had swollen shut, as it worked up and down convulsively. The backs of her eyelids burned and she had to keep blinking back tears.

“Day, I’m sorry.” Chase reached out and touched her shoulder.

Daylen flinched back. “P-Please, can we just go home now?” Her voice broke on the first word.

Chase bowed his head sadly. “Yeah, I’ll go find Xavier.”

Daylen blindly found Amy but refused to tell her anything other than the fact that they were leaving. Chase came down the stairs with Xavier following closely behind. Daylen and Amy trailed them out the door. Chase got in the front seat with Xavier and the girls got in the back.

“So…you kids have a good time.” Xavier teased.

“Yeah!” Amy exclaimed, but the two best friends remained silent.

Amy’s bright smile died quickly at the solemn mood of the birthday boy and girl. Neither knew whether their friendship would survive the fallout from this night.

They rode home in relative silence. When Amy asked if she was still staying the night at Daylen’s house, Daylen told her that she wasn’t feeling up to hanging out. Xavier dropped Daylen and Chase off, out front of their houses and drove off to take Amy home.

Daylen walked away quickly before Chase could say anything to her. She started to open the door to her house and turned briefly to look at him. Her vision was blurry with tears, but she could still tell that he was looking at her. She turned away from him and walked inside. She had nothing else to say.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7

 

 

 

 

Chase thought that his newfound attraction to his best friend was going to ruin their friendship. He had no idea that getting his very first blowjob would actually be the cause. School was about to start in a few days, and still Day refused to talk to him.

He had tried climbing across the branches of their tree and knocking on her window. She would just close the blinds. He went to the door and tried to talk his way in through her mother. She just told him that Daylen wasn’t in the mood to hang out. He even tried to catch her one day when he saw her outside. But she just ran inside before he could get to her. And his calls definitely weren’t getting through to her.

Chase honestly didn’t know exactly why she was that mad. It wasn’t like they were boyfriend and girlfriend. They were just friends. Eventually, they both would lose their virginity to someone. Even though the thought of her losing her virginity to anyone pissed him off so badly that it made his stomach hurt.

Not being able to talk to Day or see her face was starting to make him crazy. He didn’t have anyone to vent to about his parents. No one knew of his home life, except her. Everyone else thought that he was the golden boy with the perfect life. He didn’t want anyone to know that his home was broken. Any bruises that he received when his dad got really drunk and felt like smacking him around, he blamed on football. He hid his sorrow well, with a cocky sideways smile and playful brown eyes.

But Daylen knew him. She was the bright spot in his day. He’d barely went a day without talking to her, before this impasse. Whether it was in their treehouse, soup cans with strings attached, or walkie talkies her mom had bought them. They talked every day. He had to find a way to get her to speak to him again.

He found his opportunity the night before the first day of school. He laid in wait in their treehouse. Finally, Day came to the window and opened it. Chase smiled because he knew that she loved fresh breezes and it was a beautiful night. Whenever a soft breezed blew by, Day would stop whatever she was doing just to enjoy the feel of it on her skin. He loved that even at a really young age, she was insightful enough to enjoy things that most people ignored.

Chase waited for a moment before he made his move. He was glad that he paused when the first strains of her cello reached his ears. She never let him hear her play and discouraged him from going to her concerts, telling him that orchestra concerts were lame. He took the opportunity to listen now.

Whatever she was playing was melancholy, but the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. He let the notes wrap around him. Chase was amazed at how wonderfully she played. He didn’t know much about the orchestra or classical music, but if he didn’t know it, he would’ve thought it was a seasoned professional playing. He wondered if she was a prodigy. She never talked about her music, always thinking that it was nerdy. But he could tell that she must love it.

As the song came to an end, Chase realized that his cheeks were wet. He had never had any strong emotions like that over a song before, but her choice in music fit his mood perfectly. He swore he felt a hundred-years-old from all the things he’d already been through in his short life thus far.

Chase slowly rose and made his way towards the one thing, the one person that always made him feel better. When he reached her window and looked in, her face was so sad and tears also stained her cheeks. He didn’t knock, knowing that she’d probably only shut and lock the window on him.

Instead, he crawled forward, got his fingertips under the screen, and lifted it up, startling the girl inside. Day’s eyes flew up with fear. When she realized it was him, she scowled angrily.

“Go away, Chase,” She grumbled.

“Not until you talk to me,” Chase said firmly.

“I don’t have anything to say.” She lifted her cello and placed it in its case.

“Why are you so mad at me?” Chase asked as he sat on the window sill. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You had s-e-x with Whitney!” She whispered loudly, spelling out the word like an innocent girl would. “You know I don’t like her. You know how mean she’s always been to me.”

“I didn’t have sex with her!” Chase started out in a yell and then quieted down when Day put a finger up to her mouth.

Day cocked her head to the side, her face saying she didn’t believe him. “Really? And what were you doing in the bathroom with her?” Day asked.

“I-I can’t say.” Chase looked away from her.

Daylen rolled her eyes, “Please leave, Chase.”

“Wait!” He exclaimed under his breath. “She uh…gave me a BJ.”

“What’s a BJ?” Daylen scowled.

“Um…God, this is embarrassing.” Chase ran a hand through his long pale locks. “She put her mouth…down there.” He looked down at his crotch area.

“Oh…” Day looked away and focused her eyes on her Jared Leto poster.

“It didn’t mean anything, Day. She’s just one of those girls that’ll let guys do anything to her for attention.” Chase explained.

“That’s gross, Chase. You’d use a girl like that? And a girl who’s been super mean to your
best
friend?” Daylen said with disappointment written all over her face.

That hurt him deeper than he could’ve imagined. Daylen always looked up to him, like he could do no wrong. The way she used to look at him made him feel invincible. Now she looked at him like she would anyone else.

“I-I wasn’t thinking. But I swear I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” Chase pleaded.

He couldn’t tell her the real reason why he let Whitney give him a blowjob. That he was now attracted to her and the brunette had just satisfied an urge that was brought on by his best friend. He had a feeling she wouldn’t take that very well. He may not be smart when it came to girls, but he wasn’t that dumb.

“So…I finally heard you play.” Chase said, looking down at the cello lying in its case.

Daylen didn’t say anything, apparently still processing how she felt about what he’d told her.

“I don’t know much about classical music, but it was the prettiest thing I’ve ever heard,” Chase admitted.

Day was silent for a moment. Then she looked up at him with glassy eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Chase gripped the window ledge, wanting nothing more than to kiss her again. But for the moment he’d gladly take remaining her best friend. “I didn’t know how good you were. You really shouldn’t hide it. Nothing that beautiful could be nerdy.” Chase admitted, not sure if he was even talking about her playing or her in general.

A single tear fell down Day’s cheek. She quickly wiped it away, embarrassed. “Thanks.”

“Are we still friends, Pretty Day? I don’t know what I’d do without you around.” Chase asked hopefully.

Daylen gave a small smile, hearing his nickname for her. She looked down at the bracelet he’d given her. Chase figured it was a good sign when he saw that she was still wearing it.

“Yeah, we’re still friends.” Daylen grinned.

“Sweet!”

Chase stood up and made his way over to her quickly. He wrapped her up in a huge bear hug.

They both had thought that their first fight would shake the foundation of their friendship. When it looked as if it only made their bond stronger, knowing they could work through anything.

 

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