Ghosts Of The Past [BoyxBoy] ✓

37. Ice

School is over and I'm walking out of the building and right next to my car is Chase, biting his nails.

I walk up to him.

"Bad habit?"

Chase jumps a little in surprise.

"Oh, I didn't see you."

I open the car doors and take a seat behind the wheel. Chase sits next to me.

I start the car.

"Aren't you gonna put on your seat belt?" He asks.

I frown and give him a look.

"It's for safety, you know? I could do it if—"

"Jesus." I put on my seat belt and drive off.

Aron has detention since apparently he acted out in some of his other classes today. Well, works for me.

"How was school?"

I sound like a fucking dad.

"Um, good."

"They being nice to you?" I check.

"Sure." Chase answers.

"Though some kids were making fun of me for not having my learner's permit yet."

"Aren't you fourteen?"

"Well, actually today's my birthday. I'm fifteen now." Chase smiles.

I look at him. "Really?"

He nods.

"Happy birthday, Chase." I smile at him.

"Thanks!" He beams.

"Did you get any good presents?"

I pull into the driveway of some weird hipster coffee place. 'Long-Cupz' it says on the sign.

"Well, my dad got me a car." He says kind of embarrassed.

"Cool!"

I'm sure it's a new car.

My mom actually got me this car too. Although that wasn't for my birthday. This was because she'd had sex with some guy in my bed the night before. But whatever. A gift's a gift.

We get out of the car and walk into the coffee place.

It's bright white in here, it looks very fresh. It's pretty busy, there are a bunch of people sitting at the tables.

The line's not super long.

I look up at the menu.

"Which one do you want? I'll buy it for you since it's your birthday."

"Really?" Chase looks ecstatic

I nod.

Why is he acting like his dad didn't just buy him an expensive ass car? Compared to that, this is nothing.

"Um.. I'd like the strawberry ice coffee."

"Okay. Why don't you go get a seat? I'll find you later."

"Okay!" Chase runs off into the crowd. 

A while later I'm at the front of the line and the guy behind the counter is none other than.. Harold.

"Fuck." I say annoyed. 

"Back at ya." He winks. 

"What can I get you today?" He asks, plastering on a fake smile. 

"Out of here." I say under my breath. 

"What was that?" 

"Nothing," I order my drinks.