Brooke and Chase, Amicia Bianchi [free romance novels TXT] 📗

Chapter 1

 

It was a normal day at school; I had ditched my friends to follow him. Chase Ferreira. He had been my one and only crush since I'd first saw him my freshman year. With his piercing eyes and commanding aura I had hopelessly been under his spell from the beginning. He had an arresting and well defined figure, a mess of curly brown hair that made me want to run my fingers through it, and a golden complexion that gave homage to his Latin roots.

 

He was walking gracefully down the hall with his backpack slung over one shoulder and his hands in his pockets. I was walking behind him, it always seemed as though people stayed out of his way. He didn't have to push people out of the way or bump into others, they just made way for him. We had the same class so I didn't mind, but sometimes I followed him to class and my class is next door.

 

Suddenly he turned around and stopped in the hallway, his eyes zeroed in on me making me stop.

 

"Will you please stop following me," he called to me.

 

I was shocked that he even knew that I followed him around and, as pathetic as it may seem, it actually made me happy. He wanted me to stop following him, although that didn't make me happy at least he'd spoken to me! Then a crazy thought hit me…

 

"Okay I'll stop following you," I responded sheepishly.

 

Without another word to me he turned back around and I ran to catch up to him, grabbing a hold of his arm before I could change my mind. He didn't have too much of a reaction other than turning to look at me. No shrug, no startled jump, nope instead nothing, no reaction at all. He just turned back and kept walking until we got to class.

 

The door was wide enough so we went in together; the room itself was rather large for a classroom. It was adorned with rows of desks to the left, the teacher's desk, and board to the right. The rest of the room was taken up with bookcases that were filled with various books we'd use throughout the semester. Sprawled on the walls were grammar posters, writing guidelines, and such obviously giving away the fact that you were in an English class. The one thing that I found ironic about our classroom was one wall of the classroom was dominated by seven windows. They made for the perfect distraction sometimes and eventually led me to start daydreaming about everything but English.

 

All of the people in the room were staring at us together, we walked to my desk and I let go of his arm. He didn't say anything he just continued his walk past me and all the way down the row to his seat in the back. Even after we had sat down they were still staring at us but then soon the bell rang and class started.

 

I stayed true to the stereotype that when you sit in the front row you actually pay attention to what's going on in class. Class wasn't boring but I was itching to turn around and look at him. I felt eyes on me and I knew they were his because it felt different when it was his eyes watching me.

 

When the bell rang I gathered my things slowly so that by the time he passed by my desk to leave I was ready to go and I grabbed his arm again. Again no reaction at all but I didn't say anything about it and just considered it a victory for me.

 

As the morning drew on I walked with him to our other classes, only separating when we didn't have the same class. At lunchtime though I walked into the cafeteria by myself feeling slightly lonely and confused which was at odds with the euphoric high I'd been on all morning. I'd sat at my usual table with my friends.

 

"So I've been hearing some rather disturbing news," Jennifer announced catching my attention.

 

"Oh what is it," I asked.

 

"I've been hearing this rumor that I know has got to be fabricated. They've been talking about you and a certain guy getting together..." She left off there, looking at me pointedly, waiting for me to confirm or deny.

 

"As a matter of fact I've think heard something to that effect as well, but I'm not sure if I heard them quite right..." inserted Sophie both looking at me, waiting.

 

"Um... no, we're not going out," I confessed, feeling embarrassed I averted my gaze and my eyes met with Chase's across the room.

 

I was immediately sucked into a world that consisted only of me, him, and his deep green eyes. Even from across the room I felt sparks between us and my skin prickled with awareness. As adrenaline rushed through my veins my heartbeat picked up and my hands felt clammy, I had to dig my nails into my palms to remind myself that this was really happening. A hypnotic pull kept me from looking away and the tingles running up my spine made me not want to.

 

For the second time today I was moving before I realized what I was doing and started getting up. It was just then that a brunette with naturally curly hair, pulled back in a ponytail, came to sit at his table and obstructed our view of each other.

 

I planted myself firmly back in my seat, "Brooke," I heard Sophie yell getting my attention.

 

"Yeah," my heart started coming down but I was still in a high alert phase. My friends looked at me awkwardly, "what?"

 

"I've been calling you for like the past five minutes, what were staring at," she asked.

 

Jennifer made a face, meaning she knew exactly where I'd been looking. I blushed, quickly glancing in his direction again but his attention was focused on the brunette girl in front of him. I knew who she was, his best friend, Amanda Hines, she was also the star of the girls basketball team, and if what I’d heard can be believed, she was his girlfriend…

 

"I know who she was staring at," Jennifer announced with a knowing smirk.

 

"Really Brooke you quietly crush on him for three years and suddenly this, what's gotten into you? Did something happen and why didn't you tell us? We're your best friends we ought to know first," Sophie asserted.

 

"I know but I don't even know why I did it either, he surprised me this morning when he told me to stop following him and I just did the first thing that popped in my head," I said more to myself than to them.

 

"So you stop following him... and started walking with him," Jennifer laughed.

 

"That was a rather odd time to go with a sarcastic remark in your head, Brooke," Sophie commented.

 

"Yeah, as far as sarcastic thoughts in your mind go there are certain things you say and others you do, as a prank, but you took a sarcastic comment and acted on it."

 

"Brooke you've got to stop this," Sophie warned.

 

"She's already made him think she's wacko, Soph, why not continue to mess with him a little," Jennifer argued.

 

"You don't know, Jen, she might still have chance to change his mind," she offered uncertainly.

 

Jennifer snorted, "highly unlikely, and you want to know why that is, because she can't stop looking at him," suddenly her voice rose at the end as she'd caught me.

 

My eyes had started wandering back to his table where he sat not looking at me anymore but I quickly turned my attention back to them.

 

"Even at times when it's weird..." she added pointedly looking at me.

 

"She has ditched us to follow him in the hallways to almost every class they have had together since we started high school. And most importantly, she is tired of seeming like the crazy stalker chick just because she's too anxious to go talk to the guy. Especially now, she can't just start acting normal around him while he thinks she's crazy, she'd never get date."

 

"Well she'll never get one if she doesn't do anything to change his opinion of her," Sophie pressed.

 

"Obviously we know she's not cracked so I'm sure he'll eventually see that she's not. Keep doing what makes you happy," she said.

 

"But-" Sophie started but was quickly interrupted.

 

"Look some guys need a girl who can get their attention. Take my brother, Griffin, for example is like Chase he's a very focused, driven, strait-laced guy and a workaholic. His girlfriend, Nina, is an expert at figuring out ways to get his attention and the first time he met her he thought she was mental," she concluded just the bell rang.

 

The rest of the day past by much slower as I continued thinking about everything that had happened, could Jen really be right? As I turned it over in my mind with still no solution the school day was eventually ended. I rushed to my locker to put my things away before Chase came so I wouldn't have to see him, since his locker was next to mine. Luckily I didn't see him as I quickly packed away books, took my homework, then got to my car and went home.

 

I put my things down and went to the kitchen to make myself food since I sent all of the maids, butlers, and cooks on vacation. I was alone in the house but I didn't mind, everyone needs a little alone time.

Chapter 2

 

The next few weeks flew by and we continued to walk together. It became easier to talk to him and everyone finally got over it. A normal day consisted of us walking down the hallway and me happily chirping about whatever I felt like talking about for the day.

 

We walked together to all of our classes before lunch and at lunch I kept myself from looking at him because of my previous embarrassing incident. Then after lunch, since we didn't have any classes that were even remotely by each other, we would have to part ways until school ended and we were leaving. Since we had adjacent lockers we'd see each other one last time before we split again for the day only to see each other the next day or that next week.

 

One random day Chase approached me in lunch, in order to eliminate the chance of another embarrassing stare down I'd decided to sit with my back to him, I didn't mind because I had a rather sexy back, it seemed like a tease, and the first day I tried it he came to the table.

 

"Hey look, prince charming is approaching," Jennifer announced sarcastically.

 

"Really," I was curious but I forced myself not to look, "I knew he couldn't stay away," my friends either laughed or rolled their eyes which made me laugh.

 

Suddenly his hand was on my back and he'd brought those delicious lips, that I've only ever kissed in my dreams, to my ear. His warm breath fanned the side of my face, sparks were running up and down my spine making