Misty Gray
Pessimisty
Chase Mitchell Montgomery
Since the moment Chase had returned home from the gym, he'd felt his good mood being gradually chipped away. His father was yelling at Andrew because he hadn't walked the dogs. Julia was upset over some boy who had asked her friend out on a date instead of her. Abigail was out in the swimming pool doing laps like some kind of maniac and he knew after she'd eaten she'd be doing some more exercise. Before he had chance to sneak upstairs out of the way, his mother intercepted him. "How are you and Grant? Have you invited him over for dinner yet? I have to see his parents Thursday evening and I'm going to look pretty stupid if you're still being off with him.""I haven't said anything to him. We haven't argued again, but we haven't spoken either. If you would listen to me you'd know how much of an asshole he is," Chase argued.
"Language, Chase! Just make an effort, will you?" As Chase's phone beeped to alert him of a text, his mother folded her arms. "Dinner is nearly ready. We'll finish this conversation with your father."
"Yeah, dinner..." Chase mumbled as he read the text from Brea offering to buy him dinner. A smirk crossed his face as he realised she'd just saved him from the torture of a family meal. "Sorry, I can't make it. I've got a better offer. I'm heading out to meet Brea," he said. He knew his mother wouldn't argue with that, but he had to rush upstairs before she got the wrong idea and assumed they were dating again. He didn't have the patience to set his mother straight this time.
After texting Brea back and quickly getting changed, he got in his car and drove to Brea's place. Once there, he got out of the car and knocked on her door.
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