Lovers *fan-fiction*

Chase's pov; jerk

  "I'm sure she'll wanna hang out. lemme tell her when she gets out of the shower, K? Logan said back to me

"OK..." I barely finished my sentence before the phone hung up. Weird, I thought to myself. a few hours later I get a text from y/n saying to meet her at the bowling alley. I get there just to see that stupid jock there with her.  "y/n, can I talk to you for a second por favor?" I asked as I pulled y/n aside. "What are you doing here with Logan Reese?" 

     "Well, don't tell anyone this but... I had sex with him.." y/n nervously told me

     "WHAT!" I yelled so loud the whole bowling alley could hear me. "Are you serious y/n?" 

     "Damn, way to let the whole bowling alley know Chase, shouldn't you be happy for me?" y/n said to me in an angry way. she walked away and I immediately regretted what I said. 

     "Y/N please come back, we need to talk." She just walks away, without even looking at me. I start to head home. But, instead, I head to Michaels's house. I knock on his door and shortly after he answers and lets me in. "I need to talk to you about something man," I tell Michael.

     "What's up, dude?" Michael answered, being the awesome friend he is. 

     "It's y/n..." I say hesitant, not wanting to spill y/n's business but wanting to tell Michael what happened tonight.

     "Did you finally tell her you're in love with her?" Michael asked in a playful voice. 

     "No dude, she found somebody. Logan Reese is his name." I say, getting aggravated. 

     "Logan Reese, dude that guy is the most popular guy in our school." 

     "Not helping!" I said while punching him in the arm. 

"Ow, look man all I'm saying is you should've told y/n earlier that you loved her, but you waited," Michael said, "and look man, it's the beginning of the year. Her and Logan might not even work out together. then there's your shot."     

     "You're right man, alright im heading home ill see you at school tomorrow," I say while we doing our classic man handshake. I head out the door and head to my house. I was going to try and get y/n to forgive me tomorrow, but how? I have to think, long and hard.