Against All Odds - Angel's Story(3)
After locking up my car, I quickly walked away, trying my hardest not to look at them. I’d only made it a few steps when I heard, “Hey, sweet-cheeks, do you have a name?” I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me, so I ignored the comment and kept walking. Sweet-cheeks. Really?
I didn’t get very far before he appeared beside me. “Hey, I’m talking to you,” he leaned in and whispered in my ear. Again I got shivers. I continued walking. If he thought I was going to fall at his feet like the other two, he was wrong. Who did this guy think he was?
He then grabbed hold of my elbow. “Wait up.” I shrugged my arm out of his grasp. “Come on kitten, stop playing hard to get.” Kitten. Fucking kitten. I almost wanted to laugh in his face. This time I stopped walking and turned to face him.
“Kitten?” I said with raised eyebrows, my hands automatically going to my hips. This made him smile.
“I knew you were different,” he breathed as he continued to gaze at me. I had no idea what he meant by ‘different’. Is different good or bad? There was something about the way he looked at me. I can’t explain it, but I liked it. A lot.
“I’m Chase.” He extended his hand out to me.
“Oh really, I thought it was Sugar.” I couldn’t help myself. The words just fell out of my mouth. He burst out laughing and so did I. That was the start of our friendship. A beautiful friendship it was too. While it lasted anyway. He was the first male friend I’d ever had. Except for my brother of course, but he doesn’t count.
It turned out he was studying Law, like me. We had a lot of classes together. He always sat with me, whenever he could. It earned me a lot of female enemies, but I didn’t care.
I was happy to have him as a friend. He was funny and nice and just a great person to be around. His only downfall that I could see, was the male slut part. He seemed to have a different girl, or girls, on his arm daily. I’m not gonna lie, it hurt that he didn’t feel the same way about me, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I was thankful I had something none of the others had—his friendship.
We even had running in common. He ran at the same track as I did. Sometimes we’d go there together after class. Apart from running and our classes, we didn’t see much of each other. He was too busy screwing around, I guess. I often thought I’d give anything to be one of those many girls, just for a day, or even an hour.
Even though I was happy for the friendship, it wasn’t enough. The attraction I felt for him was as strong as ever, and growing daily. I was good at hiding it. Chase had no idea. No one did. I’d never shared that with another soul. Just once I’d like to have him touch me the way he touches them. To feel his hands caress my body, his lips against mine. Well I did want that, until I got it. Now I wish it never happened. It’s ruined everything between us. Be careful what you wish for, they say. You got that right.
As I lay here thinking about everything that happened yesterday, tears well in my eyes. I’m surprised I have any left after the hideous amount I shed last night. I shouldn’t have got on the back of his bike. I shouldn’t have invited him into my home. I shouldn’t have given him a piece of myself—I’ll never get that back. I virtually handed my virginity to him on a platter.
Not that I was holding out or anything. I wanted to lose it. I’m twenty-two for God’s sake. If I had my way it would’ve been gone years ago. A big part of me is glad it was him. I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.
It’s what happened afterwards I don’t think I’ll ever get over. Tears start to fall again as memories of the best and possibly worst day of my life, flood my mind.
After class we headed to the track. The beautiful blue sky from earlier had now turned dark and ugly. I knew rain was imminent. Thinking back now, it was probably trying to warn me of the pending doom that was to come.
We’d only been running for twenty minutes when the sky opened up and it started bucketing down. We both ran towards the car park laughing. The laughing stopped instantly when I noticed I had a flat tyre. Crap.
“What am I going to do?” I asked.
“I can fix it for you, but not in this rain. Let’s get out of here. When it stops I’ll come back and change it.” He walked towards his bike, grabbing the helmet. I was shocked when he passed it to me. “Here, put this on.” I knew he didn’t let women ride on the back of his bike. He told me that many times. So the fact he was inviting me to, was both surprising and thrilling. I’d wanted to get on the back of that baby for ages. Mistake number one.