Carter's p.o.v:
I stand straight and glare at my brother, but my hands stay glued to Maries sides. Randie notices my hand placement, and he bites his lip, fighting a smile. "Hey Carter," Randie says, "you know she's fifteen?"
"So?," I say, "I'm sixteen." Marie looks back and forth at us, looking a little scared. I look down at her from the corner of my eye, then look back at my brother.
"Randie," I say, "I'm taking her to our house." Randie gapes at me.
"Okay Carter, look. I know you're in highschool and you want to try things. . ."
"You're disgusting!," I snarl. Randie just begins to laugh uncontrollably.
I wrap my arm around Maries back and glide my fingers lightly over her side. "Come on," I whisper into her ear. "Let's get out of here, away from this perv." She nods, and we walk away, leaving Randie collapsed in a laughing fit.
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Falling For The Opponent
Teen FictionMarie has been a racer all her life. At only the age of fifteen, she's participating in the biggest race of her life. A bike race across the country! She'll be the only girl in the race, but not the only teen. . . Enter Carter Allan, sixteen year ol...
