☕️| you had just moved back from France.

the last thing you needed was boy drama.

well- except for chase greenblat.

he was your brothers new friend that was extremely rude.

and, he wasn’t falling for you charms.

which is exactly how he ended up protecting you at his own party against your brother’s will and making a bet with you.

and how he ended up in his room finding you making out with a random guy on his bed.

once he kicked the guy out he sees you trying to walk out too, but he grabs your arm.

“Not you. You’re not going anywhere.”

He whispers in your ear.

“You wanted my attention and now you have it.”

You just simply scoff.

“I won the bet, chase. Now it’s over.”

he smirks ever so slightly, “aren’t you wondering about your prize?”

then he throws you over his shoulder and onto his bed, before hovering over you.

“You’re drunk chase.” You retort.

He scoffs, looking down your figure.

“Yeah and I’m frustrated. So frustrated that I’ll go against everything I swore I wouldn’t do,” he looks directly in your eyes, “like looking into your eyes and not hating it.”

he bends down to your ear making you shiver.

“Or knowing that my best friend has touched you more than I ever have.”

you look up at him, almost challenging him.

“I still don’t take drunk confessions.” You reply before he slams his lips onto yours.

“Just so we’re clear. This doesn’t change anything. I still fucking hate you.”

he starts kissing down your body before randomly he stops and stands up.

“Why’d you stop.” You say, annoyed.

“Why do you think, hm?” His eyes roam over your face, “you’re drunk and I’m high.”

“So? What about the ‘tonight changes nothing’?” You respond.

he rolls his eyes.

“It doesn’t change anything because I was lying about everything.” He runs a hand through his hair, “I don’t like you and I never will, Y/N.”

“And you said you couldn’t fall for bullshit. Now, you’re going to sober up and get in your right mind.” He says simply before walking out of his room and locking the door.