Wait What?
875 Words
~Lizzy's POV~
I woke up, not yet opening my eyes. I feel a weight pushing down on my stomach.
What the hell?
I open my eyes to be greeted with a bright ray of sunlight, making my head hurt more than normal.
What happened last night?
I decide to deal with the sun and open my eyes to see what the hell is on stomach. I look over the left and see Chase laying there.
"Ahhhh!!" I jump off the bed, making my head pound even more.
His eyes fly open and his whole body shoots up into a sitting position, "what?! Are you okay? Is something wrong? Is there someone breaking in?" He says looking at me with his eyes wide.
"Uh, yeah, something is wrong. Why the hell are you in my bed?!" I yell.
"I'm not, you were in my bed." He smirks.
"Oh my god, we didn't- did we?" I say a little worried, with my eyes wide.
"Uh, you don't remember?" He says getting out of bed.
Oh. My. God. We. Did. Not. I can't believe this. What the hell is wrong with me? "No. I don't. What happ--" before I could finish my sentence I look at him, laughing like a hyena on the floor.
"What?" I say again.
"Y-your-- f- face!" He manages to get out.
I frown, "what about it?"
"Oh gosh, you should be seen your face. That was priceless. And to answer to your question, no, nothing happened last night." He says once he's sobered up from his laughing fit.
"Okay, can you please put some clothes on?" I say turning around
So I don't have to look at his boxers, and abs. Don't get me wrong Chase is a total hottie, but he's my friend and I don't sleep or do anything with friends, at least I try not to.
"You know what I think?" He says walking towards me.
"What?" I say still facing the wall.
"I think you like it when I only have my boxers on." My breath hitches in my throat as I feel his breath on my shoulder. "And I think you like it when I do this." He says moving a lock of hair away from my neck, and begins lightly kissing it. As my breathing deeper and heavier both of his hands move down to my hips and we quickly whips me around so I'm now facing him.
He glances at my lips, then grabs my face with both hands and starts kissing me. He starts moving forward, on instinct I take a step back as my back hits the wall. Without breaking he kiss he moved his hands down to my hips once again and lifts me up, pushing me against the wall, out of habit I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.
What the hell are you doing?! Hello?! You're kissing CHASE, of all people. Are you even listening to me?!
The voice in my head is yelling at me. I finally come to my senses and my eyes fly open and I pull away. I unwrap my legs from his waist and feel the floor for the first time in about five minutes.
"What are we doing?" I say breathlessly.
"I have been waiting to that ever since I met you." He says, still standing very close to me.
I run my fingers through my hair to get it out of my face. "Chase, we're friends."
"If we were friends, why did you kiss me like that?" He says raising his eye brows.
"You kissed me. Not the other way around." I frown, "now please put some damn clothes on." I say, pushing him away from me and walking out of the room.
When I get to the stairs I see People laying all over the place. "Oh my lord! What happened here?" I lady says as she walks through the front door. "You. Are you responsible for this?" She points at me.
"I'm sorry who are you, and why are you blaming me for this mess?" I say putting my hands on my hips and raise my eyebrows.
"Because my son would never throw a party like this!" She yells.
"Well who's your son? I might know him." I say.
"Chase Vanderwoodson." She said proudly.
So that's Chases last name.
Should I rat him out? Should I not? Such a hard decision.
I look to my left and see Sam laying, passed out on the hardwood floor.
Oh, this is going to be good.
"Um, yeah I know your son, but he didn't throw this party, he did." I say pointing Sam who is currently unconscious. "In fact Chase tried to stop the party but it just got to wild." I raise my eye brows to make the lie look a little more believable.
"And you're here because...." she trails off.
"Oh! I was trying to help Chase stop the party but no one would listen." I put an emphasis oh the words "no one".
"I'm sorry who are you? I don't recall Chase having any girls as friends." She says.
"Uh, mom, this is Lizzy, my girlfriend." Chase comes up behind me, with a smirk on his face.
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