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Chase lay on his bed with one hand behind his head, his naked form barely covered by the blanket. He was propped up just high enough to stare at Delilah as she made her way to his bathroom to get ready to leave. The girl wasn't one to stick around after their hook-ups, especially when it was the middle of the day, but that wasn't something he necessarily complained about. In fact, it made things so much easier.

"Are you sure your uncle isn't coming home soon?" she asked from the bathroom.

"I told you he's gone until tonight," Chase replied, pushing the bed sheet aside to get up. He had to start getting ready himself soon enough before he was late for class again. Not that it mattered since he was easily passing that class and additional effort wasn’t needed. Nonetheless, it was a bad habit he had to break. Procrastination never did anything but complicate everyone’s lives.

“Alright, well, I guess I’ll be on my way then.” Delilah said as she came out of the bathroom fully dressed, her complete and undivided attention on her phone as she headed towards the door. Chase couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, wondering just what was so damn important that she couldn’t even look at him as she was leaving. “You’re forgetting something,” he said, grabbing a handful of the girl’s hair and pulling her to him, although not too rough as to to cause a great amount of pain. He didn’t give her a chance to complain as he silenced her words with a deep kiss, then immediately let her go altogether. Chase smirked when he saw just how bad she was blushing, but he gave her a quick slap on the butt and sent her on her way. 

“Call me,” he called out to her as she stepped outside. From the window, he saw that the girl was smiling to herself, her skin still flushed. He then buttoned the pair of jeans he had already put on, slipped a shirt over his head, and put on some socks and his grey pay of sneakers. 

Chase then headed towards the kitchen to grab a quick bite, his midday snack consisting of a peanut butter and banana sandwich on white bread. That would be sufficient for him to hold him over for a couple of hours until his next big meal. 

After about 10 minutes or so, Chase grabbed his black leather jacket which hung from the wall by the main entrance. He took out his keys to lock his front door, not that anyone would dare break into his apartment given that it was on his uncle's property. But hell, there was always one or two people who had the balls to go that far, and those were the ones that worried Chase. He headed towards his bike to ride to school, the slight afternoon breeze making him realize that it should be a pleasant commute.