Chapter 124

Chase's POV 

 "How are you today?" Kayla asked me. 

We were gonna be taking the same classes for a semester. 

 "Good, thank you." I answered

 "You're really still gonna be the cold, standoffish bug I met a week ago?" She asked, hands on her hips. 

Kayla's fashion sense is what I'd consider lazy, but she was a really pretty lady. 

 "Just maybe because you're a nasty person?" I retorted. 

 "Come on, that was over three months ago." I said. 

 "And you're revolutionized since then?" I asked her, sarcastically. 

 "Yeah, actually. Kevin is no more the miserable cunt he was then, mission accomplished." She was beginning to irritate the fuck outta me. 

I was emotionally finished, exhausted. 

 "The fact that we both major in biochemistry doesn't mean you have to talk to me." I replied. "I dont care about you, seriously, and I cannot be bother to give half a fuck about your brother. I seriously do not hold anything against you two, I just wanna be left the fuck alone." I said. 

 "Its hard to agree when you almost fucked him up." She replied, bringing back sore memories. "You had him beat up so badly, his company allowed him to choose a 'safe State' in the US he could relocate to." She added. 

 "We all make mistakes." I defended. "Like I'm doing now, talking to you." 

 "You don't have to be rude, Chase." She replied. "You don't even know me. We could really start on a fresh start." 

I was so fucking tempted to ask when the whisker brained fellow she called her brother relocated to, but I seemed it better that I didnt know. 

I had no use for the information anyway. 

 "I'm sorry, Chase. I'm a changed person, and I don't see any reason we cannot bury the hatchet. I identified myself to you for this reason, so I could make peace." Kayla sounds really persistent, and genuine too. 

It's been a minute since I saw any female that was accountable. And it brought back memories I'd been failing to keep in place. 

 "Alright." I resigned. 

 "Great." She smiled. 

Probably the first smile that made me want to smile back in over three weeks.

 "I'm not usually this nasty." I apologized. 

 "Even if you are, it's totally perfect." She said, 

 "So what are you doing later today?" I found myself asking her against my better reasoning. 

 "Nothing much." She replied. "Thought of seeing the city, you know?"

 "What in it?" I asked her, unimpressed. 

 "Well, you never know till you try." She replied. 

 "That's smart." I said. 

 "Yeah. I'm often told that." She said proudly. 

 "I'm yet to see about that." I said.

Kayla pouted, and soon smiled. 

She had a sexy septum piercing. 

Kayla was how my eighteen year old self would have described my ideal girlfriend, but I can successfully say that after Emma, my libido's taken a very huge dip. 

 "I've got to get back to some things." I excused myself. The dramatic fall of her expression made me feel a little bad. "Alright, how long?" I gave in.

 "How long can you spare?" She asked. That was not too familiar. I was always the one taking initiative, planning dates and whatnot. 

 "Thirty?" I offered. 

 "Works with me." She said, 

Sooner than I expected, I was waddling through the city with Kayla by my side. She was bubbly and excited and it was almost even rubbing off on me. 

 "We used to come here as kids." Kayla offered

 "It's the direct opposite of where I'd thought you grew up in." I replied to her. 

 "That hurt." She winced, putting a hand on her breasts. 

I can't deny not seeing how jiggly they were in her shirt. 

Kayla was a really pretty lady. Every single part of her body complemented each other. Her jet black hair and lashes, her cute little nose, her pretty wide eyes that danced between hazel and brown. 

 "I'm trying to make excuses for you." I joked. 

 "You don't have to. I'm the shitty person, not anything." She said, looking away. 

 "Can we forget I said anything?" I begged her. "I think I wanna go home. I've got a couple of things to sort out." 

 "Oh, we're barely ten minutes in." Kayla glanced at her wristwatch. 

 "I'll see you around." I bid her as I took the opposite direction. 

I felt bad, I felt like a fool. 

I shouldn't have left her out to dry like that. 

But it was too late, my feet were fast moving in the direction we came. 

I had zero social batteries and no desire at all to be outside, so I gave in anyway, hoping for her sake that I'd be able to talk to her again. 

 "Fuck you, Chase." I said to myself. 

How did she even get into Harvard? I thought their family was down bad or something, at least Gray made it seem like that… 

Then I remembered… 

The last time I had to talk to Kevin was at the gym. 

The fucker really did look well. And maybe I was too mad to have properly heard Emma but she said something like he had a job with some company. 

I increased my pace, and jogged home. 

Remembering the whole thing was making me pissed again. 

I took a quick stop at a doughnut shop, grabbed a box, and went straight home. 

I was yet to decorate my apartment, so it still had a lot of space. 

I wasn't gonna go for what I had back home at County, I wanted something different. Something with a lot of space, void, like I had in me. 

 "You really should call her back, man." I said to myself and punched the wall. 

My knuckles were bruised, and hurting. 

Since I lost my emotional battle with Emma, it's been one physical one or the other. 

From Kevin, to my dad, to a mob Kevin sent after me, to the walls in my house which I'd have to repaint, my bed with a currently cracked frame, and the walls in my present apartment, my knuckles haven't really healed.