Chase Sanders is Madison Andrews best friend. He’s a nerd. He’s completely adorable! Chase is really swoon-worthy. I’ve already had lots of feedback about just how swoon-worthy Mr. Sanders is.
When he looks at Madison, he doesn’t see what she sees. He sees everything she wants to be.
When writing Chase, from the very beginning, I knew that he would be someone special. He needed to be a strong character, stronger than Mads. He needed to be able to take on her pain as well as his own, and I think that I succeeded in that. Because, when Madison needs him the most, he’s there. He puts all of his needs after hers. He’s a protector, and I think that’s why I’m madly in love with him!
Here’s a little tidbit of Chase’s thoughts. I’d really love to write an entire novel from his perspective! (The rest of this story can be found in the bonus stories at the back of Entertaining Angels.)
But, when he’s wearing his glasses, for some reason, this is the picture in my head. (Love Dylan O’ Brien!):
When Mads ran out of her brick house, looking like she was a lion about to pounce on an unsuspecting gazelle, I couldn’t help but laugh at her. But boy, did she look amazing! I had stupidly fallen for her over the summer. It was a mistake to fall in love with my best friend, especially when I knew she didn’t love me back, but I couldn’t help it. She was the most gorgeous creature I’d ever laid eyes on, and I particularly liked her in old t-shirts. Mine, to be exact. That’s why I had a box of some for her. I couldn’t get enough of seeing her in those shirts.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, plopping herself down onto the passenger seat of my old Ford Ranger.
“You look furious,” I said, hoping she’d open up about what was angering her.
She shook her head, and I sped off toward school, knowing that if she didn’t want to talk about it, she wouldn’t, even though I wished she would. I wanted her to tell me what was going on in that beautiful mind of hers.
“Ready for this?” I asked, smiling over at her.
“Yeah,” she said, “aren’t I always?”
I shook my head. The sarcasm wasn’t lost on me. I wondered why she hated school so much, besides it being school. It was like she tried her hardest to make friends with popular kids and to be in that group. I wished she didn’t care so much. Status didn’t matter in the end. It might make things easier while you were in school, but life wasn’t about how popular you were. Mads just couldn’t see that.
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