C.H.A.O.S.

. Why did he do that? Weren we just friends? I could not have been that important to him.

What was that about him missing me? We were only friends for a little over a year considering I didn meet him until our first day of high school. He is the last of my boys I thought I would hear those words from. Surely he would have forgotten by now right?

Seeing the confusion and embarrassment on my face, Lachlan, my golden boy, grabs my hand from the back of my chair and gives an all-too-brief squeeze.

I look up into his Caribbean eyes to see so much sadness there in his gaze. Immediately Im aware that Im the one who placed it there. I left him. Mom and I left him.

I turn away from them when the professor starts talking. Im glad too because I cannot bare that look in his eyes.

Lachlan was my twin brothers best friend. They were inseparable since kindergarten. This meant growing up with Lachlan was like having another brother. He rarely went home so he was always at our house. It was safer for him to be with us than it was at his own home.

I take notes in favor of ignoring Lachlan and Westons questions they were whispering in my ears randomly throughout. But I managed to ignore them and escape quickly from them as soon as class is dismissed. I just cannot face Lachlan just yet.

Im just about to shut my locker door, only to turn around and become trapped against my locker by two strong tattooed arms. These lack all the colors that Lachlans tattoos held.

”Where did you go, sweetheart? ” A baritone voice rumbles in my face. I peer into the forest green eyes of Jase Alto with his ticking square jaw and roman numeral five underneath his right eye.

I have this urge to reach up and stroke the numeral on his upper cheekbone. The look he is giving me currently says that would be a horrible idea. It would be akin to petting a rabid wolf. He will bite my hand if I touch him. My mind is screaming at me that this man is dangerous. It doesn matter to me. He is my beast.

I can tell you here Jase. Please don make me, ” I whisper to him. He grunts, showing away from me and walking off into the crowd. My legs feel like jelly as I lean against the lockers trying to remember how to breathe. That could have gone so much worse.

Jase has been able to take my breath away since I hit puberty. His presence does things to my body that I know would be volatile, and explosive if we ever gave into this magnetic pull between us. It didn use to be this way. In fifth grade, he would shove me down to the ground or push me in the hallway way until the day he became friends with Lachlan and my twin brother Carson.

I grew up with Jase, so why do I feel as though he is a wild animal bent on devouring me?