"Dude," Evan's voice rang out, "let her go."

I sighed as I shook my head against Chase's chest. How could he? How could he have the nerve? I closed my eyes as I breathed in Chase's scent again, praying that he wouldn't actually listen to Evan, and that he wouldn't let me go.

"Indie, did you hear me?" Evan called again, and I could tell by the sound of his voice that he had walked closer to us.

I didn't want to answer him, because all I could feel was anger.

How could he?

"I don't think she wants to talk to you," Chase surprised me by answering. I opened my eyes to peak back up at him. He was looking at Evan with as much disgust as I felt.

"I think she can talk for herself," Evan sneered, when I felt his hand on my arm.

I yanked it away from him, finally looking towards him. I must have worn my anger on my face, because he looked confused at my reaction.

"Indie, what are you doing? Who is this guy?" Evan asked me, gesturing towards Chase.

I wondered if Evan lived in an alternate reality, one where he thought he could have any say in what I did or who I did it with. He didn't, not after he cheated on me. But, especially because he never even reached out to me in the last month. Not once.

"Go away," I mumbled, turning my head so it nestled back into Chase's sweater.

I don't know what Chase was thinking, but the way his arms were tightly holding me was enough reassurance that he wasn't going to leave me alone with Evan.

"Indie, are you serious?" Evan asked me, and it sounded like he was exasperated. "It's been a month. Are you really still mad at me, babe?"

"Listen, man," Chase spoke again. "She asked you to go away. Didn't you hear her? You should listen to her. She clearly doesn't want to speak to you right now."

"Or ever," I added, though my voice was mumbled so I wasn't sure if anyone heard me.

It was silent, so I hoped Evan walked away, until I felt his hand on my arm again, he was trying to pull my from Chase's chest. But, I didn't budge. I wanted to stay here.

"Indie, come on. Just talk to me, that's all I want, I just want to talk to you," Evan pleaded with me again, ignoring Chase's words all together.

The anger was rushing through me again. I could feel it like untapped electricity, like a shock that flys out of a rusted wire. How dare he?

"Did you not hear me?" I finally moved my head away from Chase's chest. I felt Chase loosen his grip around my back, so that I could move away from him freely.

"I said, I don't want to talk to you. I said, go away. What aren't you getting? Why do you think I would ever want to talk to you again, Evan?" I could feel my voice raising, but I couldn't stop it.

Evan looked startled at my words, and so did the multiple people who had stopped to stare at the scene I was making. Well, I wasn't sure who was making it- me or Evan.

"Because, in case I'm not remembering properly, you cheated on me. You fucked someone who wasn't me. You lied to me about everything. You did all those things, not me," I was yelling by now, and I was sure that everyone in hallway was looking.

I felt Chase's hand on my shoulder, pulling me towards him. I felt my back hit his chest, and he was tall enough that his head dwarfed over my own. Evan opened his mouth to say something, probably to try and gaslight me into trying to forgive him, but I didn't let him.

"But, that's not even the worst part, Evan. The worst part is that you knew how much Isla meant to me. You knew how much I loved her. You knew how much pain I was in, but you didn't even reach out to me, not once. You didn't come to her funeral, you didn't come to her memorial, you didn't come to shit. YOU KNEW HER!" I screamed, the tears flowing down my face.

"You fucking knew her, Evan. What? You don't care about anything but yourself? That's what it looks like. I mean, don't get me wrong, I didn't want you there. I didn't want you there, but for you to have the audacity to ever talk to me again, after not saying a single thing to me after I lost my best fucking friend? Fuck you, Evan. Fuck you, and I really hope you're understanding me when I say that," I finally finished, wiping the wetness away from my face.

Everyone was silent. Evan was silent, I was silent, the crowd surrounding us was quiet. Chase was quiet, but he wrapped his arms around my chest, as if he was trying to shield me from everything that was happening.

I was breathing hard, my chest rising up and down. I looked quickly around at the bystanders, and the anger inside me doubled.

"What the fuck is everyone looking at?" I waved my arms in front of me, as much as I could with Chase's hold on me. "Do you not have anything better to do? Do you not have your own fucking lives?"

I was about to open my mouth again, to scream at anyone I thought was worthy of screaming of, when I felt my body being moved. I looked up, and behind me, as if searching for the reason. I didn't have to look far to realize it was Chase. He was halfway pulling me, half way carrying me away from Evan and away from the crowd. I tried to fight it, at first, before I gave up, letting my body become loose.

Chase didn't hesitate, once he felt the way my body relaxed, before he wrapped his hands around my waist completely. He lifted me up, as if I was crying toddler in a toy store. My head fell on his shoulders, as my legs wrapped around his waist, and I simply let him carry me. I didn't know where he was taking me, I didn't really care.

Chase didn't say anything, and I was partially glad for it. While my anger was still at an all time high, my embarrassment was staring to kick in. I guess Bella had her public breakdown first, and now it was my turn.

I closed my eyes as Chase walked, and though I couldn't see anything, I felt the fresh air on my skin as he pressed through school doors. Where the hell was he carrying me to?

"I'm going to let you down, okay, Indie?" Chase said softly, as if he was fearful I was going to lash out at him too.

"Kay," I let out, too embarrassed to say anything else.

He gently let me to my feet, and his touch disappeared from my waist. I avoided meeting his eye, I looked around instead. We were standing beside an old, blue car, one that I certainly didn't recognize.

Chase manually unlocked the passenger door with his keys, and held the door open for me. I took the hint, climbing in. This must be the car he was talking about. Chase closed my door, softly, before he climbed into the driver's side. Once he was in, he let out a short sigh, running his hands through his hair.

I didn't wait for him to say anything, I laid my head against the window instead. I didn't want his words, I couldn't handle them right now.

"I'm taking a nap," I let out as I closed my eyes.

Chase was silent, just for a second. He was right probably confused, as he should be.

"Okay, Indie. I'll be here when you wake up," he told me.

Sleep didn't take long to claim me, no doubt from the lack of it I had last night.

Isla was there, I could see her. I knew it was a dream, but I didn't care. She hadn't been to any of my dreams before. She was surfing, I could see her in front of me. She was wearing a white bikini, her hair was flowing in the wind. There was a sunset behind her, or maybe it was a sunrise. I wasn't sure, it didn't matter. I only watched her, a smile on my face as I felt how much I missed her rock through my soul. She didn't acknowledge me, and I didn't acknowledge her. I sat down on the beach, not caring about anything else but the smile that was on her face.

"Indie," I heard a voice interrupt my dream. I didn't want it to interrupt. I wanted to stay here with Isla.

"Indie," the voice said again, but I didn't open my eyes. Until, I felt a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me. At the sudden contact, I opened my eyes, slowly blinking as I tried to figure out where I was.

I saw Chase's face first, before I looked around the car. Like a waterfall, the memories of what happened at school came rushing back.

"I wanted to let you sleep, but, the sun is setting," Chase told me, and I could tell that he felt guilty by the look on his face.

"Oh," I said groggily, "right."

"We can do it another time, Indie," Chase said softly.

"It's fine," I said as I sat up in the cloth covered car seat. "I'm good."

"If you're sure."

"I'm sure," I nodded, opening the car door. I stepped outside, noticing that we weren't at the beach like I expected us to be. I was thankful. I hadn't been back to the beach since it happened.

"Is this okay?" Chase asked me, stepping out of the car as well.

"It's pretty," I told him, as I looked around my surroundings. Chase had driven far enough away from town that we were in a meadow, and I couldn't see any signs of civilization around us. There were dandelions sprinkled among the green grass, and the sky was orange as the sun began to set.

"Come," Chase told me, as he grabbed my hand. He pulled me further into the field, seemingly to a point in the grass that he had already planned out.

He gave me a soft smile as he positioned me, his large hands pulling my body to the correct angle that he wanted me at. When he seemed satisfied, he retreated back a couple of feet. He looked at me, for a couple of seconds, before he raised his camera to his eye. I could hear the shutter as he began taking pictures again. I guess, like last time, he didn't need me to talk to get my emotions out of me.

I was about to retreat back into my mind, when Chase lowered his camera, just slightly. He seemed to be thinking about if he should say what he wanted to say.

"Do you know what the second stage of grief is?" He asked me, his voice was low, almost a whisper, as if he thought he was going to scare me away.

I sighed as I heard him. The words of my grief counsellor coming back to me, the words of my parents, Bella's parents, all of them.

"Yeah," I muttered, "it's anger."