Chase's POV
Emma loved the flowers I got her so much that I decided to surprise her with the seeds.
I ordered them that night before I slept.
When things started to become awry between both of us, I forgot to cancel it.
Apparently, they were delivered with all the instructions I left and it led her to the wrong conclusion.
I can't say I'm sorry that she saw me fucking Patty. I only felt bad by making her feel bad. But it was also high time I proved to myself that Emma did not hold the key to my orgasm.
I have been sexually active since I was thirteen. Emma was too soon, too recent, too brief, to be so etched in my mind.
Our fling lasted barely a month. Too short to have me comparing every sex I've had since then to her.
As soon as she left, my penis went limp. I shamelessly even tried imagining I was fucking her instead of Patty, but it's still didn't work.
Patty was a maid my dad had for about ten years.
She was married when she moved in, but she looked young and didn't mind taking my virginity at the age of thirteen. After which she made sure I had regular sex.
The previous night with Jessica wasn't so different either, even though I know that it was still fresh then.
Emma always made me feel like a liability, like a ticking bomb that would go off in her life and make everything worse.
I tried to contain it, even make jokes about it as much as I could, but with the whole Gray situation and the stories floating around in school, she switched on me so fast, and I didn't also handle it well.
She made me sound like a villain for not telling her. When all I was doing was protecting her. It hurts to think about it. The one time I chose to really care about someone…
Jessica was shocked that I had sex with her, but also really happy.
What I blamed myself for was not seeing Lily coming.
How did I expect to do such a thing in a bar and not be filmed?
Lily had a video that could make my name bittering Emma's mouth, for life.
I already had a red scorecard with her, that would just make it black and make me banned.
Her price was a thousand dollars per month.
I wanted to show her just how bad Gray too would feel if he found out she was making out with Emma in the bathroom. A do really wild have. But it would only put Emma in all the wrong gossip. She might not be able to survive what sort of scandal it might lead to.
Lily knew that and took advantage of me.
Gray was still being a pussy about me not siding him over Emma and his uncle Mike.
Emma sure too had some explaining to do.
I was barely home when she and her mom moved it, and most definitely didn't care about what circumstances made them move in weeks before the wedding. I didn't care about anything at all.
But Gray threatened to fund the investigation. Now that was bad news.
I had to get back with Gray as fast as I could, warm his heart or something.
Looking at how dramatic my life had been in just over three months, I dragged out the box I had under my bed since I was fifteen, made my white lines and snuffed my problems away.
I was high till the next morning. Hungover and weak, I got into the easiest car to back out of the garage and went to school.
Everything was moving too fast for me, even when I was walking. Everything but the car.
I kept accelerating and accelerating, but it was still too slow.
Tired and fatigued, with a little bit of nausea, I took my hands off the steering wheel to rest my eyes a bit.
I wasn't thinking well, so I didn't know that it was just the drugs.
I had barely let go of it when I crammed myself and the car into a wall.
I don't really have full details as the rest was reported, but I wasn't badly injured. The car was extremely damaged, almost beyond reasonable repair.
I was rushed to a hospital near the house since everyone knew Mark Norman, my dad.
For weeks after that, I was housebound.
I felt so stupid, so horrible.
My dad couldn't be bothered with that, and so instead of coming back, he extended his trip.
I actually did feel better about it. I didn't like to be weak near him.
Plus the whole thing came with depression. I was angry at everyone including myself, and my mom for dying.
I was angry for not trying harder, even though the ride was no attempt at suicide. If only I had done it harder, I'd be in the "happier place" dad said mom was in when I was a kid. I was dying to be anywhere with her.
"I brought apples." Emma said, setting them on the bedside table next to me.
I sustained a few injuries and scratches and a fracture to my spine, otherwise I was fine.
"You didn't have to." I said, angry that she was seeing me in such a state. I had difficulty moving my right arm, so a nurse was employed to see to me.
"I didn't ask you." Emma said, turning around to leave. It's a habit she formed since the accident about three weeks ago. It was one fruit after the other. Gray said she stopped regularly at the fruit shops to get them fresh.
Being housebound makes me really start to rethink a lot of things. Life in general.
I felt broken and purposeless.
In a nearly vegetative state, I was still paying money to Lily monthly.
All the other guys from school came to see me. Gray, a shadow of himself too, stayed with me all day.
I hated how Emma still cared for me but I was too proud to admit.
Three weeks after, the doctors certified I was okay to start moving around, even going to school, so far I kept up my meds.
As expected, not everyone was happy to see I made it.
"Rise and shine, Pimple." I teased Emma as I forced her door open.
I was ready to be back to my normal life, and I wanted to do it with her
"I don't feel like it." She said, snuggling in bed with her uniform.
"What the hell does that even mean?" I asked her.
"It means I failed two courses. I'd never get into college. Just go one without me." She turned and looked at me, and I saw her face in a shade of red I hadn't seen on any human before