I Love My Brother's Best Friend — Chapter 33

Recap

Chase's POV

I knocked loudly and repeatedly on their door praying she'd answer.

It took way too look for the light up stairs to flickered on and then a minute later the downstairs lights before the door finally opened.

"Hey," I whispered happily when I finally got to see her face again.

She gave me a small smile, "Hi."

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Skye's POV

"Hey, can we talk," Chaae asked slightly bashful.

That took me by surprise. The last time he saw me he was so angry. Or at least jealous. I figured he‘d be here for Adam, not me. Then I felt a pang of guilt that I kissed Ron. However that was ridiculous seeing as we were never actually in a relationship.

I mentally sighed. That wasn't true.

We never define the relationship, but we had slept together and Adam knew about it. He'd kiss me and cuddle with me, he'd get jealous. One half of my mind loved that and wanted to believewe were together and exclusive. But the other half remembered that Chase was a player. He'd done that with a lot of girls.

"Yeah, of course," I said, stepping out of the way to let him in.

He walked passed me and stopped right by the stairs. He looked up them while asking, "Is Adam here?"

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. I thought he was here to see me, not Adam. Chase was so confusing. I swear one of these days I was just going to be done with him. I sighed, at least I'd like to think I'd be done with him, but I don't think I ever really could be.

"No," I crossed my arms over my chest, "he's not here."

Chase turned around and grimaced when he saw my body language. "Relax, Skye. I'm here to see you not Adam."

I quirked an eyebrow and grinded my teeth together, "Relax? You're going to tell me to relax? It's that hypocritical of you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked sounding not only intrigue, but offended too.

I laughed and ignored how evil it actually made me sound as I sarcastically added, "Because you're always so relaxed," I spat the word at him, "about everything. You don't get jealous or drag me away from other guys."

He scowled at me looking absolutely furious while gritting his teeth, "What's your point?"

"Chase you don't own me," I yelled then lowered my voice still talking strictly, "I can talk to Ron, and Jake, and especially Aaron. You're a ridiculous jealous man."

He glared at me, "I don't think I'm ridiculously jealous. After all you did sleep with Jake and got high with a guy who tried to rape you and Ron."

Okay, I had to admit that was pretty fair. At least the Jake thing was. Greg and Ron were nothing to got jealous about. I swallowed a lump of guilt in my throat. At the time Ron was nothing to get jealous over. I'd like to believe that if Chase hadn't gone all crazy posessive on my ass I wouldn't have kissed Ron.

"I think you are ridiculously posessive," I replied cooly, "emphasis on the die," I flicked the word at him with my tongue.

He was literally red. I thought it was time to stop pissing him off and start having an actual conversation. That‘s how I assumed normal people did it. Then again normal people didn't have to deal with all this drama. They didn't fall in love with their brother‘s best friend and having feelings for the best friend's girlfriend's older brother. I sometimes think how my love life would've been if Jake never left or if he'd promised me he'd come back for me, but I was also glad he didn't because then I wouldn't have had a chance with Chase.

I sighed, "Look, Chase, if you're constantly worrying about me cheating on you we can't be in a relationship. You have to trust me."

"I trust you," he informed me, "but I don't trust them."

"That's bull," I snapped to his surprise, "If you trust a person you have to trust them with other people. No matter how bad the other people might be."

He scoffed, "Not if the other person sells and does drugs."

I arched an eyebrow at him. "What about Jake?" He looked me square in the eye like the state was so ridiculous I must've been joking. I sighed, because he was right, "Okay, I get that one, but Aaron? That would be like you and Adam."

He chocked on the air he was breathing and coughed to get it out. Once he was done he narrowed his eyes at me, "Thanks for that one," I smile forcing him to smile too before it eventually faded, "I can get over your's and Aaron's weird ass relationship, but you and Ron? I'm not getting over that."

I looked down a my feet and softly said, "Okay I can't blame you for that either."

I looked up through my eyelashes to see his eyes as wide as scauers. "Did something happen?" He asked worriedly.

"We, um, kissed," I looked directly into his eyes.

"You, you, you kissed?" he stuttered.

"We, we, we did," I mocked with a wink.

He glared at me. Now was not the time to be joking apparently.

"Chase, if we're in a relationship I wouldn't kiss anyone, but we never decided anything and then you walked away and hadn't come back for so long," I rushed to get the words out of my mouth stumbling with a few of them.

I saw him leaned in to kiss me, but I took a step back almost angrily. Chase always kissed me when I was mad and expected it to go away, but it does just 'go away'. It stays with me after the second his lips leave mine.

"Chase," I groaned in aggravation, "kissing me doesn't just make everything better. I want to talk about it, not just forget about it!"

"Well it's hard to talk about it!" he finally shouted back at me.

I froze in place. It seemed like he was going to blow. I just wanted him to say anything that meant something besides what he'd been saying.

"I can't just tell you how I feel!"

"What, Chase? What don't you want to tell me so much that you rather fight all. the. time. with me? What could that possibly be?" I screamed.

"I think I love you!" he yelled.

It got real quiet after that. Neither of us talked. We were oddly enough breathing very heavy though we hadn't lost any air and simply starring at each other's eyes. I saw something weird in his. His eyes were angry and worried at the same time. They reminded me that he just purged a very intense feeling of his to me and I'd been saying nothing in response.

A big smile broke out onto my face, "I think I love you too."

He leaned in to kiss me slowly and this time I didn't move. His lips grazed mine, but that wasn't enough for me. I pulled him into me by tangling my fingers in his hair. He pressed his lips hard against mine and force his tongue to my mouth. I let him have control one this one. I felt dizzy.

He told me he loved me!