Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Chase

Out with the old. In with the new .

" D on't you dare invite her to your party, Chase."

Cassie's getting on my last nerve. I'm so fucking sick and tired of her telling me what to do. The girl's insecurities are starting to outweigh my patience.

"You're just jealous because she's a knockout and you hate that she's prettier than you."

I'm shocked when the words come flying out of my mouth. I think I've finally hit my limit. The girl has had my balls in a vice grip for the last year, and as fun as it is getting sex on the regular, I no longer think it's worth the headache that's attached to the pussy. When we first started dating, Cassie was nice, but once we were steady into our third month of being together, I started getting glimpses of a side of her I didn't like. But then we had sex and my dick started making my decisions for me. She was my first, and I was still getting my sea legs when it comes to sex, so I rode out the bad weather of her personality and stuck it out. But lately, she's been getting on my last nerve, and I'm fucking done.

"She is not prettier than me, Chase, and that's not the reason. She was rude to me in class when I went out of my way to be nice to her and offer her a seat with us."

Is she really going to play the victim card here? That's all Cassie does these days. If she gets a B on a test, she claims it's because the teacher is jealous of her or has some kind of vendetta against her family. If another girl wears the same outfit as her, it's because she was intentionally trying to outshine her. Like somehow some random sophomore knew exactly what Cassie was going to put on in the morning. Now, she's claiming the new girl was rude to her. She's fucking delusional.

"She wasn't fucking rude to you, Cassie. She just said no thanks."

"Yeah, but she chose to sit with the loser over us."

And? Looks to me like the new girl is not only smoking hot but she's smart too. I was shocked as hell to see her sitting with the recluse, but when Cassie made her rude comment, I couldn't blame the new girl for making her choice. I didn't want to sit with Cassie either. Calling Ruby a loser in front of everyone was a bitch move.

"You're such a bitch, Cassie. I'm done with your ass. Consider us broken up."

God, that feels good to say. It's been long overdue. About nine months overdue.

"Yeah, well good." She cocks her chin, looking even bitchier. "I was going to break up with your pathetic ass anyway. It's your best friend I've been imagining while I'm fucking you, Chase, just so you know."

She looks over at Kyler and the anger rolls through my shoulders. I'm pissed I wasted so much time on her. I should've listened to my best friend's advice and broken it off last year. I'd thought about it at the end of the year, was about to end things, and then I pussied out. She told me she loved me and it felt like a dick move to break up with her then. I figured I'd be gone for the summer with football training and college tours, so I'd wait and do it at the start of this year, but my ass fell right back into the toxic routine. I allowed myself to get wrapped up in the envy of my teammates because I was getting my dick sucked off behind the bleachers during halftime. Little did they know that the only thing arousing me was the risk of getting caught. Cassie's mouth definitely isn't good at giving head. The only thing that mouth is good at is spewing venom.

I give Kyler a look, checking to make sure he's cool with me bringing him into my drama. He's the last person who likes to be spoken for, but he tips his chin giving me the clearance, and I tell it to her straight.

"There's not a chance in hell Kyler would ever want to get inside your cunt. Can't say I blame him; you're a lousy fucking lay. Have to say, I'm pissed I wasted an entire year of my life on your ass. It makes me look fucking pathetic. But I'm not anymore."

And there it is. I fucking did it. Finally, I cut the cord and I'm free. It's time to start enjoying my senior year. And you know what… I think I'm going to begin right now.

"And you know what else, Cassie? I'm getting myself a big fucking upgrade." I stand from the table, ready to go get to know the new girl better, but Kyler's arm comes out and blocks me.

"No," he states, his voice filled with a warning, and I don't understand.

"No what, dude?"

"She's off-limits."

"What the fuck?" I jerk back, looking back over at Presley's table. What does he mean she's off-limits? Has he already gotten word that she has a boyfriend?

"She's mine, Chase."

No fucking way. If he thinks I'm going to stand here and let him use a girl like her for sex, he's wrong. That girl is girlfriend material, and my buddy doesn't do relationships. I can appreciate his choice and have no disrespect for him—he's always upfront with anyone he fucks—but like fucking hell I'm going to let him add Presley to his list.

I step forward, getting right in his face. "There's no way in hell I'm letting you fuck that girl like you do all the rest, Kyler. That girl is not a one-night stand, man. So, you need to get the fuck out of my way." She deserves a much better welcome to this school than to be used for sex and left to think that all the guys at this school are assholes, and I plan on being her welcoming committee. In fact, I'm going to go invite her to my party.

"I'm not going to just fuck her, Chase. I'm going to make her mine. She's the one."

I nearly stumble backwards. My best friend has never once considered a relationship. Now he's saying she's the one. I'm guessing he's as awestruck by her looks as the rest of us. But I'm still not going to let him fuck her over. He's making his assessment based on looks, and based on looks alone, even the Pope would want to marry the girl. But you get into the nitty gritty of what it takes to be in a relationship, to actually be willing to open your heart up, and my buddy is incapable.

"She was my girl back when we were kids." He stares right at her. "Now she's back, and I'm not letting her go."

My eyes dart to Presley then back. Kyler's being dead fucking serious. "No fucking way." I shake my head. It can't fucking be. "Is that her? Your old neighbor? The one you always hung out with and had that big crush on when we were kids? The one you always talked about?"

He used to talk about her all the time. We never hung out outside of school because he was always with her. It wasn't until she moved away that we finally started doing stuff together. Damn, I can't fucking believe that she's the one. Fuck me. That means she really is off-limits. Kyler was in love with her. And by the way he's looking at her now, I'd say those feelings haven't changed.

"Holy shit, dude. Bet you never thought she'd grow up looking like that, did you?" I take a seat on the table, looking back over at her. I'd seen a picture of her once, but I never would've thought Presley was the same girl. She was a scrawny little thing, and now, she's nothing but sexy-as-hell curves with some killer legs. Shit. I wish I'd seen her first. I wish I was the one who got to play tag with her when we were young; I'd be tagging her right now with my letterman jacket.

"So, how come she moved back?"

He shakes his head. "Don't know yet."

But I take it he's going to find out. Damn, so much for moving onto someone new. I bet Cassie's over there smirking at my loss. I'll need to take a look around at her friend group, see if there's anyone there worth my time. Kill two birds with one stone: find someone to have some fun with and make my ex jealous as hell.