Page 49 of I Despise You
“Okay.” I’m relieved to hear that it doesn’t bother him, and I’m also glad Brittany has achieved nothing. “So Kayla really overdosed?”
“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his head. “I wish I could’ve done something to stop it, but I didn’t know what she’d done until it was too late.”
I believe him.
I decide that I believe him.
I hope I’m not an idiot for doing that.
Maybe this time the rumors are just rumors. His father’s rich, so everyone expects him to use his influence to get him out of trouble, but maybe that’s not what really happened. I couldn’t imagine being wrongfully accused of someone’s murder and having everyone whisper about it wherever you go. I can understand better now why Chase is so competitive. He wants to show everyone that he can be the best, his father included. And the scholarship...
Shit. I was so wrapped up in Chase and his life that I forgot that we were competitors for the scholarship. If we get together, what will happen to do that? I don’t think he’ll let me win, but if I lose, I’ll have to go back home and never see him again.
Dating Chase Campbell is a complicated thing, and we’re not even doing it officially.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, his face still strained.
I don’t think he likes remembering Kayla. If he loved her or had feelings for her, the whole thing was even more difficult for him, especially when people blamed him.
He storms into the bathroom, and when he opens the door, I see the pill container from his drawer on the sink. Those pills are yet another secret I need to unravel, but asking him about them today seems like too much. There will be more opportunities. Maybe Kayla’s death has affected him more than I thought, so he needs the pills to get better. I’ll find out eventually.
When he’s back, he’s smiling again. I get to my feet and he pulls me into his arms.
“Oh shit! My class!” I’m late. I’m so fucking late it’s not even real.
“Fuck it. Nothing will happen if you skip one. You can say you’re not feeling well. I’ll get the nurse to excuse your absence.” Chase presses his forehead against mine, not letting go of me.
“But—”
His lips crash against mine, and I don’t get to finish the sentence. Maybe he’s right. It’s just one class. I’ll catch up.
His hands move down my back, igniting a fire inside me. His kiss deepens, his tongue pushing past my lips.
I’m breathless when he lifts his head.
“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says, his eyes boring into mine.
I stare at him for a few long moments. “Okay.”
He kisses me again, his hands cupping my ass. I don’t feel scared or ashamed or worried.
I feel free.
His mouth claims mine again and, as I back away, I trip over my own feet. Chase catches me, but we end up on the floor anyway.
I laugh as lie on my back on the soft carpet. Chase laughs too as he gets on top of me, trapping me with his body. He catches my wrists above my head, pinning me down, before plastering a big kiss on my lips.
I should be terrified, or maybe not, because I’m not. I’m turned on more than ever, especially when Chase lowers his lips to my neck, his teeth lightly grazing my skin. I guess it’s pointless to worry about my skipped class right now, so I push it out of my mind.
Chase runs his fingers down my arms and squeezes my breasts. His fingers bury in my shirt and he pulls at it so hard that the white material rips. I gasp, but I don’t have time to voice my shock because he tugs my bra down, exposing my breasts. His mouth closes around my hard nipple as he fondles the other. He sucks hard and pinches my sensitive buds, but the light pain quickly melts into pleasure.
He runs his fingers down my stomach and pushes my skirt up. His hand dives into my panties, and he shoves his fingers into my wetness.
My moan is too loud even to my ears, but I don’t care. Chase’s fingers are pumping in and out of me as he leaves a path of kisses all over me.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he whispers.
I come all over his fingers with a groan.
