I Love My Brother's Best Friend — Chapter 30

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"Skye," I heard someone whisper, I rolled over. I wasn't on a comfortable bed, in fact I didn't think this was a bed, "Skye."

"What?" I mumbled into a... a... a chest! Who's chest was the next question.

"Skye," a different voice said and tried to sit me up. I sat up reluctantly and gently opened my eyes. I was staring directly at Ron.I looked behind him. We were still in his basement, but Greg was gone.

"Ron? What happened last night?" I asked feeling off balance.

"You got a little too high," he grimaced.

"I got high?" I exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Well, I got you high," he admitted sheepishly.

"0h, why-," I began, but I was cut off my Chase's annoyed, impatient voice, "Yeah, okay, let's go, Skye."

I looked at Chase crouched next to me and smiled, "When did you get here?"

He scowled and pulled me up by the elbow with him, "It doesn't matter. Let's go."

He looked so mad. I thought the only time I'd seem him remotely this angry was when I was hugging Jake. Then it dawned on me;

Chase thought I cheated on him.

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"Chase," I called running after him as he left the Reed's house. He'd just reached his car and I was running pretty close behind him.

He spun around faster than I would've thought possible and snapped, "What?"

I fliched back, he was too angry. He should've waited for me to explain. I took in a deep breath, "Nothing happened. You're over reacting!"

"I'm over reacting?" he asked rethorically, "You were in Ron Reed's arms! Explain that."

" I got high," I sighed embarrased, "then I started crying and passed out in his car."

"You got high?" he scoffed in disbelief.

"It was my fault," Ron's voice said from behind me. Chase's eyes snapped up and got hard when he saw, what I could only assume was Ron. I whipped around to see my assumption had been right. Ron was standing right behind me looking as cocky as ever. Was he trying to piss Chase off?

Chase looked very unamused. He was so far beyond furious, it was scary.

It was very seldom that I saw Chase angry, but when I did it scared the shit out of me. It's not as if I thought he would ever hit me, he wouldn't, but it was scary all the same.

Chase nooded towards his car, "Come on, Skye. Let's go." I hesistated, but in the end followed him.

He watched me buckle my seat belt and once it was strapped on tightly drove away.

"Nothing happened!" I insisted.

"Why were you in his arms then?" he growled.

"I already told you!" I exclaimed, "I was crying and then I passed out in his arms."

He hit the brake so hard I flew forward only to be snapped back by the seat belt. A car laid on the horn behind us. The car swirved around us and a loud string of curses were shouted at us. Chase snarled and pulled over to the side of the road.

He stalled the car and turned to face me, "Why were you crying."

I tried hard to think back to the night before. It was a spinning, blurry mess.

I could barely remember the crying let alone why. I remember laughing and talking to Ron. I knew Ron didn't say anything to make me cry; he was oddly nice to me. He was a big, old... softy. The thought made the night before crash back down on me.

Ron had offered me pot and I'd excepted it because Aaron and Jen were shacking up with me still in the room.

I must've been a real light weight that after one hit I'd started to accuse Ron of being soft... which lead to his friend defending him. Which lead to figuring out Greg was Blondey-Bear Claw.

I felt chills go up my spine. If Blondey-Bear Claw really was in that room while I was high he may have succeeded in 'attacking’ me. I needed to know, right now, if Ron had let me go at any point in the night. I needed to know if he left me with Greg. Considering who he is I was fairly sure he did. I wanted to throw up.

"Chase, you have to take me back," I pleaded.

He looked at me like I was insane, "Are you crazy? I'm not taking you back to Ron's house."

"I just need to know one thing, then you can take me home," I promised and hoped he'd agree. No matter how much I liked Chase, I needed to know what happened between me and Greg last night.

Chase grabbed me by the shoulder so I would stop looking out to back windsheild and back to him. Looking me in the eyes he slowly asked, "Why were you crying?"

I hit my bottom lip and rolled it in my mouth before I let it go and sighed.

"Do you remember Blondey-Bear Claw?" I inquired.

He stiffened a little, "Why?"

"Because he was there last night," I explained, "and I need to know if Ron left me with him any time last night."

Chase sighed and put the car in reserve. He spun us around and then put the car into drive so fast the tires screeched against the ground like an action movie. I was assuming the change of heart was because that he rather me see Ron again than wonder if Greg had touched me the night before.

He parked outside the Reed's house and unbuckle his seat belt and go in with me. I stop his hand from opening the door before he could leave.

"Chase, I think you should stay in the car," I commanded nicely.

"what?" he asked angrily.

"You know Ron doesn't really like people," I reasoned, "He'll probably want to mess with you if us go in there. If I go in alone he'll leave me alone."

"Fine," he grunted.

I smiled, "Be right back."

I jumped out of the car and raced to the house. I was praying Ron was still home. If not I'd have to ask Jen to help me find him and it would turn into one big wild goose chase. I knocked on the door loudly and multiple times before Ron swung the door open.

He looked surprise, "Skye?"

"I need to ask you a question," I demanded in a rush of a sentence.

"Ye- yeah, sure," he stepped aside so I could come in. Did I really make him stuttered? I thought.

"Last night, when I was passed out, did you leave me?" I looked down when I realized I sounded like I needy girl so I added, "Alone with Greg?"

"No," he answered quickly, "I didn't let him, ah, touch you..."

I nodded and the two of us looked away from each other awkwardly.

"Thanks," I whispered and looked up at him through my eye lashes.

"Anytime," he smirked and looked directly at me.

We stared at each other in silence. It was almost... nice. He was quiet and looked almost innocent. It was a weird moment, but it was also a moment I wouldn't trade for the world. It was peaceful.

I coughed, "So Chase is waiting for me..."

He snapped out of it, "Oh, yeah go ahead."

I opened the door and was half way out when he called, "Hey," I turned around and he smiled, "happy birthday Skye."

"Thanks," I smiled, but was shocked. He knew when my birthday was? How would he figure that out? Ron wasn't known to care about birthdays. I walked out the door and back into Chase's car.

He started the car again and turned to look at me, "So?"

"He didn't touch me," I faked a smiled. I was glad Greg didn't touch me, but I was surprisingly sad that I had to leave Ron.

Chase nodded and drove back to my house. The ride was quiet, and not like the nice quiet I'd had with Ron. This was awkward and uncomfortable. I just wanted to go home and sleep. I felt the biggest wave of relief when he stalled the car in from of my house and waved goodbye to me.

"I'll see you later, okay?" he asked.

"Later," I kissed him on the cheek and walked up to the door of my house.

I pulled it open, only to have people jump out at me.

"Happy birthday!" they screamed. Adam and Aaron were in the front beaming with excitement.

I laughed and was taken aback, "Thanks, guys."

"Where's Chase?" Adam asked while he furrowed his burrow, "He didn't come in with you?"

"He went home," I shrugged uncomfortable with the subject.

Aaron pulled me into a side hug, "Ready for your condoms?"

I laughed and hugged him full on. This was going to be a weird birthday.

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Skye's POV

"Aaron," I leaned into him and whispered, "have you seen Chase yet?"

We were sitting on the couch with a bunch of our friends as they handed me presents. I was thankful for them, but this birthday was sucking so far.

I couldn't stop worrying about Chase. He'd just left me. I knew he was angry, but it was my birthday and I really didn't do anything! What was his problem?

"No," he frowned down sympathetically at me.

I smile wearily and sighed, "Thanks."

He threw an arm around me and squeezed me to his side. "Happy birthday Skye!" he exclaimed and had me two boxes each indivually wrapped.

I grabbed them and laughed as I shook the smaller one, "I wonder What this could be?"

I ripped open the package and laughed, again, at the priniting on the box. '50 condoms ribbed for her pleasure‘. Even funnier though was the note he'd written in bold, black letters 'CHASE CAN THANK ME WHENEVER."

"Damn it Aaron!" Adam joked, "Stop giving my sister condoms!"

"I'll try my best," Aaron joked then redirected himself to me, "Open my other one." He handed me the bigger box with excited eyes.

I grabbed the box and pealed off the wrapping paper to find the dirtest, sexiest lingere I'd ever seen. I quickly covered it again and glared at Aaron, "Why don't you give me these things in priviate?!"

"Because then it wouldn't be fun," he smirked, "and you're welcome."

I hugged him tightly, "Thank you, now hide this stuff."

I handed back his presents so he could keep other people from seeing them, though he'd probably show everyone anyway.

The doorbell rang and I ran to it because I thought it was Chase. Unforttunately I found out that I was wrong when I opened the door and looked down. No one was there. I looked down to see a tiny present sitting on my porch.

I bent down to get it and noticed a little note attached to it. I stood up and read the note, 'Happy Birthday Skye'. So the present was obviously for me. I opened it and gawked in shock. It was the most beautiful necklace I'd ever seen.

It was a diamond with blue saphire around it on a golden chain. Whoever gave this to me had good taste. And tons of cashs apparently because looked very expensive.

I leaned out the door and looked around. No one was there. I smiled and walked back into the house.

Ron's POV

I popped a bow on the gift. The necklace was a perfect birthday gift for Skye. Don't ask me how I got it or why I'd taken such a liking to some random girl who happened to be in my basement one night. I just did and unfortunately there was nothing I could do about it.

Why was she even there? I thought. Maybe she wouldn't have passed out if Greg wasn't there. God, I wished I did more than punch him in the face and kick him out of my house. He try to rape my Skye.

Oh my gosh, did I just say my Skye?

Either way it was her birthday and I couldn't have her so I was pathetically leaving her a present on her stoop like some scene in a stupid, cheesy, romantic movie.

I placed the present down by the door and rang the hell. I saw someone move in the window and ran away.

Skye better like it.