I stared back, making sure my facial features stayed blank.
                              
I was disgusted at the fact he'd just called me sweetheart, even if he meant it in the worst way possible.
                              
"Let's hope not, doll." He broke eyecontact and stepped aside, gesturing for me to move.
                              
What? He was just gonna stand there like a statue? I rolled my eyes and walked away.
                              
"Be careful" He said when I walked passed him.
                              
Was that supposed to be a treat? I was scared shitless.
                              
Oh wait. I wasn't.
                              
When I looked behind me, Jacob was still standng there with a smirk on his face.
                              
Creepy dude.
                              
I sighed in relief when I opened Code's front door. I was in need for some food to wash away that weird encounter. Maybe Jacob had been taking other kinds of drugs.
                              
He didn't look that healthy.
                              
But then again, he never did.
                              
The house seemed empty which meant that Code was upstairs and I could grab some food real quick before going to his room.
                              
On the kitchen counter I noticed some glasses. I knew they weren't Code's. Even if he had to wear glasses, he wouldn't wear them. Luckily for him, his eyesight was perfect.
                              
They were probably Derricks.
                              
It was hard to resist putting them on so I decided not to resist at all. I picked them up and put them on.
                              
"Auwtch" I immediately put them back on the kitchen counter. Putting on glasses when not needed hurts. Just trust me on that one.
                              
My eyes were watering because of it. How blind was Derrick anyway?
                              
"That's what you get when you touch things that aren't yours" I turned around to see Chase shaking is head in fake disappointment.
                              
"I couldn't resist" I went for the puppy eyes. Chase chuckled.
                              
I went over to the fridge shamelessly. My face fell when I saw the content. Man, where's all the good food?
                              
"My bad" Chase said, as if he had read my mind. Now that he mentioned it, he did look a bit dissheveled. He was holding the glasses.
                              
"They're yours?" I didn't know Chase wore glasses. Either they were new or he used contacts.
                              
"Don't look so surprised. You don't remember me wearing glasses in high school?" Chase raised and eyebrow.
                              
He had worn them in high school? Well, in my defense, that was years ago.
                              
"Would I look this surprised if I'd remembered?" I smiled a little since it came out more rude than I wanted. I guess a part of me still hadn't recovered from my little incident with Jacob.
                              
Ew, Jacob.
                              
"So why's the fridge empty this time?" I decided to steer the conversation in the other direction. The more important questions had to be asked. Why was there no food in the fridge? Chase could be so selfish, being the foodhog he is.
                              
I know it's technically not my food but let's not go there.
                              
"Animals." Not vague at all. Chase groaned and sat down on a bar stool. I decided to sit down next to him, looking at him expectantly.
                              
Why did every conversation revolve about animals all of a sudden?
                              
"Is that all I get? Animals? Then I'll just think your animal fetish is interrupting your study time. It's okay Chase, I accept you the way you are." I patted his shoulder.