“What? I do not.” I try my best to act unaffected by her comment, but I fail miserably.
“Bullshit. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have the hots for him.”
“I don’t,” I answer looking down at the ground. Fuck.
“Holy crap. You do,” she says slapping my arm again. Ouch. I hate that she knows me so well. We’ve been best friends since kindergarten. Inseparable you could say. I guess being in each other’s pockets for the past twelve years will do that.
“Stop hitting me,” I whine as I rub my arm.
“Well admit it then.” She raises her hand likes she’s going to hit me again. I have to hold back my smile. Bitch.
“Fine. I like him, and hate him if that’s even possible,” I admit, finally making eye contact with her. Of course she’s beaming when I do.
“I knew it,” she says smugly. She’s such a know-it-all sometimes.
God I wish she hadn’t figured out this thing, whatever it is, that I have for Carter. She hasn’t shut up about it all day. I’m surprised she isn’t talking weddings and babies, that’s how bad she’s been. At lunch I even threatened to move to another table if she didn’t let up. Thankfully that was enough to get her to stop.
She’s boy crazy. Always has been. She’s not only pretty, but has huge knockers so the guys love her. What is it with them and boobs? Me on the other hand, I like boys, but I’m not obsessed. I guess that’s why she’s so excited now that she knows how I feel about Carter.
Once school’s out, I’m in two minds on what to do. Part of me wants to catch the bus to defy him. How dare he order me around like that? The crazy part of me wants to be near him. Don’t ask me why. It’s not like he’s pleasant to be around.
As I stand here contemplating what to do, two arms slide around my waist from behind. “Hey there, beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. I know straight away that it’s Brad.
“Hey,” I reply, turning in his arms.
“We still on for Saturday?” Before I have a chance to answer, Carter appears beside us.
“You ready?” he asks. His voice is calm, but I can tell by his facial expression he’s anything but.
“Ready for what?” Brad says looking between the two of us.
“We’re going for a drive,” Carter replies all smug.
“You’re what?” Brad snaps glaring at me.
“He’s giving me a lift home. That’s all. We live next door to each other.” My gaze moves to Carter. I shoot daggers at him. Troublemaker.
“Actually, that’s not entirely true. We are going for a drive. I have to get a few parts for my car on the way home. I told your dad I’d be taking you with me.”
“Whatever,” Brad says to Carter, dismissing him before turning his attention back to me. I can tell he’s not impressed. “You gonna be online tonight?”
“Probably,” I reply, shrugging.
“Okay. I’ll message you later. I’ve got to get to football training.” I find his question and answer a little strange. We’re friends on Facebook, but he’s never messaged me on there before. He’s liked a few of my posts in the past and commented on some pictures I’ve put up, but that’s it.
When he leans forward and places his lips on mine, I’m taken aback. He’s never kissed me at school before. Well apart from the goodnight kiss I got when he walked me home from the party, he’s never kissed me. I’m sure it’s only for Carter’s benefit. Men. I’m surprised they don’t flop out their dicks and compare sizes.
CHAPTER SIX
Carter
I don’t know why seeing his lips on her right now bothered me, but fuck me it did. I thought after my hook-up last night I’d get this thing with her out of my system. Wrong. If anything it’s only cemented the fact that I have feelings for her. Which surprises me. I thought I was incapable of shit like that.
Whilst banging the blonde’s brains out, I hate to admit that her long, dark, silky hair, big green eyes and lips that I’m dying to taste crossed my mind more than it should have. It not only scared me, it pissed me the hell off.
What is it with her? I hate that she’s so easily drawing me in without even trying. I hate that I can’t seem to stay away. I hated it when that prick’s lips were on hers just now. I wished they were mine.
I should just drop her off at home. Better still let her get the damn bus. I can’t even tell you why I demanded she be in the car park this afternoon. Yes I can. I wanted to be near her. I also promised her dad I’d keep an eye on her.