Ghosts Of The Past [BoyxBoy] ✓

51. Damn.

I walk into the school, very aware that Aron could come up to me at any moment. I don't think it's healthy how much sex we have. Or how much I want to have— as in, I don't want to stop. But I don't think it's a good idea. He needs to do his therapy and I need space to.. to trust myself again. I feel like I could fuck things up between him and me at any moment. I don't wanna hurt him. So I need space. Which means no fucking. 

I sigh, already depressed at the idea. 

"Sky," I hear Chase from behind me. 

Oh, God, no.

I keep walking, pretend I don't hear him. 

"Hey, Sky!" Chase grabs my arm. 

I turn around reluctantly. 

"H-hey." I say awkwardly. 

"I just wanted to apologize about yesterday. I shouldn't have started that fight with Aron."

"It's cool." I say curtly. I really don't wanna have this conversation. 

"Good." He smiles. 

I move to walk away, he grabs my arm again. 

"Have you thought about what I said?" Chase asks, seeming hopeful. 

God, I feel so bad. But I'll only make it worse by not being honest. 

I take a deep breath. 

"Look, Chase. I—" 

"Morning." Aron puts his arm around my shoulder and kisses my temple. 

I sigh. 

"Morning, Chase." Aron says calmly. 

Chase looks angry again. In fact, he looks angry enough to punch Aron. 

I shrug Aron's arm off.

"Hey, I just wanted to apologize about yesterday. Fighting you was really immature. I didn't hurt you, did I?" He touches Chase's shoulder. 

He backs away. 

"Don't fucking touch me!" Chase screams. 

He seems really upset now. His eyes are tearing up. 

"Chase—" I try to grab his arm but he slaps my hand away. 

"Forget it!" He yells before running off, right out of school. 

"Fuck."  

Maybe I should go after him. What if he hurts himself or something?

I go to the door. 

"Where are you going? Class is starting in five minutes." Aron says. 

"Cover for me." I say before racing out the door. 

Outside, I see Chase running to the parking lot. 

I run after him. 

"Chase!" I scream. 

He doesn't stop.

He runs even faster and then he reaches his car. 

I speed up and grab his arm just before he opens the door. 

"Chase, we need to talk." I say, softly. 

"I don't want to!" He cries. "I already know what you're gonna say." He sobs. 

"It's always him! Always, always, always!" Chase kicks his car. 

I grab his arm. "Stop! You need to calm down."