All Chapters of Chasing Blaze: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

|•BLISS•| I should have known running after him is going to be a bad idea until I start wheezing. I stop on my tracks, my breath coming out in slow hissing gasps. Bastard! I flop down on the slab beside me as I have already ventured outside in my pathetic immature act of trying to chase after Zeke. I am still trying to catch my breath when I sense someone sitting beside me. I turn swiftly thinking it is Zeke but instead there is a guy sitting there, he glances at me and smiles. "Hi" he greets. "Hi" I reply with a nod still staring at him. "You look like you've seen a ghost... Are you okay?" "Yeah I'm fine" 'Only that I just got out of a race with a crazy jerk called Zeke Kian' I add inwardly. "By the way, I'm Ashton Deville, freshman in sociology department" he says stretching his hands out for a shake. I look at his hands but I don't take it. Ashton Deville... The name rings a bell, it can't be one of Sandy's client. No! I instantly chastise mysel

|•ZEKE•|Classes are over by five and I feel so exhausted. I'm starting to envy the sociology students who has only one class on their first day in college.Just so you know I am an English major and even with my dirty lifestyle I have a focus which is opening my own publishing company.I decide to rest for a few hours before meeting Ryder, though I know he is probably gonna loose his mind literally if he knows I didn't come straight after classes but then again I am only with him because I need to find my parents murderer and he knows that too. So no matter how scared he might want to make me feel or no matter how intimidating he is.... I know this would be over once I get what I want.Even though I ain't a fool and I know Ryder is using me... I chose to ignore it because beggers like me cannot choose. *"You are here" Ryder observes as I step into his underground house. This is where his run ins are done His boys are all seated waiting for his orders. There are seven of them in sig

|•ZEKE•| "Fuck!" I groan, sitting up from my lying position. The kiss. My minds keeps going back to the kiss. Why did she kiss me like that? Does it have something to do with what she saw at the café? That won't sit well with me though because it probably sounds like she used me as a cover up for something. "Fuck!" I groan again running my hands through my hair. This wouldn't do it. . . lying here over a kiss like a teenage who has no control over his hormones. I need a drink, I need a fucking drink to calm my goddamn nerves. I get up from my bed and go the the outer room. I pick a can of cold beer from the movable fridge perched at a corner, opening it. . I take a long gulp. "Back home later than usual and downing a large amount of booze in one gulp. . . that's unlike you" Cole says from behind me and I turn to him. "How long have you been there?" "You seem to be asking me too much of that exact question lately, don't you think?" He laughs and I roll my ey

|•ZEKE•| Don't think about her. Do. Not. Think. About. Her. Fuck. The funny thing about trying not to think about something is that it inevitably becomes the one thing you do think about. Yeah. That's why I'm here in the school's coffee shop instead of in a class, downing myself up with a cup of smoothie and thinking about her. Raleigh. Fucking Raleigh. It is a kind of a shame to admit that six months ago we were the perfect couple of Steerforth high school. Same old pattern—star quarterback and cheer leading Queen. . you know what I mean then when I say perfect. We were a couple since tenth grade.. Three years to be precise. Funny enough I loved Raleigh or maybe I still love her, if just the mention of her name can hurt me to the bone marrow then maybe I'm still in love with her. I always worshipped the ground she walked on. Hell I could kill for her until she went ahead and crushed my heart beneath her feet's to bits and pieces, leaving me to gather the b

|•ZEKE•|In a situation like this, Cole would tell me — "guy you are so fucked up" and if Brianna my sister is here too, her first statement would be —"Big bro. . you are a fucking prick"I agree I'm fucked up, totally fucked up. . why did I say that in the first place? Why did I ask her to date me? Of course my answer is clear. The bet and Raleigh. Yeah I get it. . I'm stupid, it's been established since I saw Raleigh and I couldn't gather my shit and I just had to drag Blaze into this. That's how fucked up of a fool I am.I pay my bills and drag my feet to class. . the rest of the day goes by in a blur with me half listening and half dozing off in each classes. Thankfully I don't come across Raleigh or Blaze or Ava. I don't even know how I'm going to react if I see them.Classes are over by four and I slowly trudge down the alley to our apartment. I do not take my bike to campus because the distance from school to the quarters where my apartment is located is somewhat trek-able. The