"How did you- oh. Kate." I frowned. Kate probably told him.
                              
"Yes 'oh Kate'. I had to hear it from someone else." He still looked stern but I could see the amusement in his eyes. He was enjoying watching me squirm.
                              
"I wanted to surprise you on my weddding day?" I was uttering bullshit and he knew it. I didn't even want to get married. Ever.
                              
"Cute. I want to meet him and I want him to meet my shotgun." He said with a creepy grin.
                              
"You don't even have a shotgun, you pork." I couldn't hide my smile when dad started laughing.
                              
"Did you just call your old man pork?" He shook his head.
                              
"Good, your ears still work." I was being extremely cocky because I wanted to change the subject.
                              
"I'm offended! You'd really think you could distract me in such a cheap way? Have you forgotten I'm a lawyer, my dear?" And I had failed.
                              
"Fine, I'll bring him over some time." I rolled my eyes and took my dad's beer but right before I could take a sip he took it from me.
                              
"You can do that in college. Or another time when I'm not sitting in front of you." He raised his eyebrow. My parents never let me drink in front of them but I always kept trying. I guess it was some weird, twisted inside joke.
                              
Suddenly the door burst open and a slightly wet Kate appeared.
                              
"Why did you leave me stranded at school? I was running after your car, begging you to drive me home 'cause it was about to rain. Not cool, Jill!" Kate was playing around but the look on my dad's face was priceless.
                              
"You just looked so cute running after my car. Your hair everywhere. Oh and when you almost fell, man that cracked me up." I laughed. Kate tried to look shocked but it was very exaggerated.
                              
"I'll get you back!" She pointed her finger at me.
                              
"Oh really? 'Cause I've heard you've been talking about me with my dad." I gave her a challenging look. She knew I was talking about me having a boyfriend.
                              
She gulped as soon as she realised what I was referring to.
                              
"Run." I deadpanned. Her eyes went wide and she actually ran upstairs. I was cracking up.
                              
"You left her in the rain?!" My dad yelled. Oops. I'd forgotten he was in the room.
                              
"We were joking dad."
                              
"Oh so that's why Kate looked like she was having a stroke. She's a terrible actress." He laughed. I knew he didn't believe anything that just happened. Kate's acting was probably worse than those kid actors on Disney channel.
                              
After dinner I decided to go visit Chase. I hadn't seen him all week since he had to catch up on schoolwork. A lot apparently. He was probably overdoing it.
                              
I texted him I was there before I stepped out of the car.
                              
As usual, I was greeted by Bus. I told him the new commands and he obeyed like a boss.
                              
"Good boy." Crap! No, not good boy! I fell for my own prank. This had to be a new low for me.
                              
In the kitchen I was greeted by a tired looking Chase.
                              
"Hey Jill." He smiled softly.
                              
"Hi" I muttered after a short kiss.
                              
"Come on, let's do something fun." I told Chase. He'd probably been staring at his books for hours.
                              
"I really can't. I have a lot of catching up to do." He sighed.
                              
"Sure you can. You need to relax every once in a while." He took school way too seriously, this was the proof. There's no way you could concentrate for hours on end. Sometimes you needed to take a break.
                              
"I don't need to relax. I need to revise." He was starting to get irritated. I'd never seen Chase this moody before. Hmm what could one do with all that stress in their system? Oh, I don't know, relax a little maybe?
                              
"Alright, alright. Chill." I raised my hands in surrender, not wanting an argument.
                              
"Not everyone can live like you and chill all the time, Jill." He said. His voice was even but I could tell he was getting fed up.
                              
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. 'Live like me'? I couldn't believe he was getting this fed up about it.
                              
"You never study." He put the emphasis on never.
                              
"I study. Sometimes." I told him honestly. My answer seemed to make him angrier for some reason.
                              
"That exactly what I mean! You don't study, you get high grades anyway and you don't understand that some people do need to study to get high grades." His breathing was getting deeper and faster.
                              
I almost snorted. "I don't understand? Sure I do. But sometimes you need to fucking relax." I was getting fed up too. I knew I had to calm down soon. I didn't like fights. Especially about stupid little things.
                              
"No you don't understand! And you know what I don't understand?!" He raised his voice. Chase didn't wait for my answer.
                              
"I don't understand how you can throw away your future like that. Do you really not care at all?" Where the hell was this coming from. Who said anything about throwing away my future?
                              
Who did he think he was, accusing me of this crap.
                              
"Throwing away my future? You're not even making sense right now." My intention of staying calm flew out the window.
                              
"You could go to Yale or Harvard. Any school you want, but you're throwing it away because you don't do anything! You don't even want to talk about school. I thought you were a badass Jill, but you're just a scared little girl, aren't you?" He shouted.
                              
And then all the anger left my body. I felt empty. A cold feeling was wrapped around my body and my heart was beating like crazy.
                              
This wasn't just a little fight anymore. He had hurt me. This wasn't against my behavior anymore, it was against the person I was. This was his way of saying he didn't accept me.
                              
All there was left now was an intense sadness. Disappointment. And an angry Chase.
                              
"I don't need to hear this." I said. If he was taken aback by the dead tone in my voice, he didn't show. His anger remained.
                              
"Yes, run away from this too. I guess that's what you do, right?" He wasn't shouting anymore, even though he was still mad. His icy tone was cutting through me like a knife.
                              
"Fine, I will." I croaked. I hated that I sounded weak but I couldn't bear to be there a second longer.
                              
I walked out of the house. I didn't bother to get in the car, I just kept walking.
                              
I needed to get away.