Imagine

(Chester's POV)

"Are you sure you're okay," my dad asks me. I rub my groggy eyes to see him hovering beside my bed.

"I'm okay, dad. You don't need to baby me," I tell him, irritated. He puts his hand over his heart in offense.

"Fine, I guess you don't want your breakfast." He turns around to walk out of my room.

"Wait! I'm sorry. Can I get breakfast now?" I look around to see if he put a plate of breakfast down anywhere, but there's no breakfast.

"It's downstairs. Go get it yourself. You're not a baby," he mocks me and leaves my room.

"What time is it," I mumble to myself. I grab my phone from the charger and see it's a little passed two in the afternoon.

I also see over fifty messages in the group chat with Alexander, Parker, Daniel, and I. I open it up and scroll through the messages I've missed.

I read one message from Daniel that says I'm dead meat. What have I done this time?

I scroll farther up and see a text from Parker saying Spencer knows I broke my arm. Another text from Alexander says Spencer is pissed.

"This can't be good." I exit out of the group chat and check out all my missed calls, most of them from Spencer.

I should probably call her back. Maybe after I eat breakfast. I'm not ready for what's to come yet.

I get out of bed and head downstairs. My dad is sitting at the table, enjoying his breakfast. My breakfast waits at the opposite end.

"So, are you heading to work today," I ask him.

"Yeah. I'm stopping by the rehab center to see your brother, then I'm heading to the office." I nod my head.

"So, I'll have the house to myself and won't have you smothering me," I joke.

"You're an asshole, son." My dad shakes his head and continues his breakfast. We eat in comfortable silence for a while.

"Hey, what happened with Spencer? I haven't seen her in a while," my dad says.

"She's kind of mad at me at the moment," I tell him, a little embarrassed. He gives me a questioning look.

"What did you do?"

"It's stupid," I say, shaking my head.

"Well, I know it's going to be stupid. Son, you're not the brightest," he jokes and I chuckle.

"I didn't tell her my arm was broken and I've been ignoring her calls for about a week."

"You're an idiot," he tells me.

"Thanks for the advice, dad," I say sarcastically.

"Well, isn't prom tonight? I imagine she might be going with someone else since you've let her down."

"You're really not making me feel any better," I tell him.

"Chester, I know you really like her. If you want this to work with her, you have to stop making stupid decisions. You're the only person that can fix what you broke."

I have no answer. I'm speechless because he's right. I'm the one that keeps breaking things. I need to fix it. Again.

At some point, Spencer is going to stop giving me chances.

I sound so depressing. I cry about my problems 24/7.

"I'm leaving now. If you need anything, call me." My dad gets up from his seat and puts his dirty dish in the sink.

"I won't need anything," I tell him. He turns to me with a serious face.

"One more thing. I know you like to cook when you're bored. Don't attempt to do it with only one arm. I don't want to come back home to a burnt house."

My face pulls into a smirk and his frown only deepens.

"Fine. I won't use the kitchen," I promise. He leaves the house and locks the door behind him.

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"So, am I a ten or what," Daniel asks me. He does a little spin to show off his tux for prom.

"Don't get all cocky. I'll give you a two," I joke. He gives me the middle finger through FaceTime.

"I think I smell sexual tension between you two," I hear Alexandra say from the other side of the phone.

"No, he's all yours, Alex," I tell her. I never really understood why Daniel and Alex started dating. They're not very compatible, but I guess it works for them.

"We have to hurry. We got a limo and we're picking everyone up," Alex informs me. "Are you sure you don't want to go? You can still have fun with a broken arm."

"No, I'll be ok. You guys have fun." Alexandra comes into view on FaceTime and she models her dress for prom.

"I look better than Daniel, right," she asks.

"Of course," I tell her and watch Daniel roll his eyes.

"If you think this is hot, you should see the dress Spencer got yesterday," Daniel teases me and he does a little whistle.

"Too bad you're not going to prom," Alex says.

I can imagine her in my head. Her gorgeous, curly hair flowing back. Bright eyes and charming smile. A dress that shows off her curves and heels that show off her long legs.

"Earth to Chester," Daniel snaps me out of my day dream.

"Sorry. I zoned out." Alexandra gives me a knowing smirk.

"Whatever, loser. We gotta go," Alexandra says. I send them a peace sign and they hang up.

What do I do now? It's past six and I'm bored. My dad is still at work and he probably won't be back till two in the morning.

That means I can use the kitchen. I can already smell the delicious meal I'm about to make.

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"Ow!" I run over to the sink to run my hand under cold water after burning it on the stove.

Maybe I should've listened to my dad. For someone who has won many culinary awards, it's surprising that I can't cook with one hand.

I turn off the stove, choosing not to continue trying to cook. I guess I'll have to stick with eating cereal.

Before I can grab the cereal, I hear the doorbell ring.

I wasn't expecting anyone, especially not this late at night.

I head to the door and peek through the peep hole, but I can't see anyone.

I open the door and I'm only met with the dark, quiet night.

Confused, I close the door again. I walk back to the kitchen, but the doorbell rings again.

I walk back to the door, irritated now, and grab the bat by the door.

"What the hell do you want," I ask as I open the door, ready to swing the bat at whoever is there.

I drop the bat and gasp as I see who's standing in front of me.

An angel in red. An image better than I could ever imagine in my head.

Spencer stood in front of me in a long, red dress. The silk fits her curves and a high split cuts one side of the dress, exposing one of her athletic legs. Her feet make the perfect arch in those sparkly heels.

She looks beautiful like any other day, but I can't help but still feel breathless.

I'm also caught off guard by the sight of her hair. It's way shorter and now her curls stop by her collarbone.

"See something you like," she teases me with her red lips.

"Do I have permission to admire," I ask and her smile grows.

A beeping sound comes from inside the house and I turn to see smoke coming from the kitchen.

I thought I turned off the stove!

"It looks like you need help," she says and moves pass me into the house.

Her back looks just as good as her front. She's to die for.