𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞

Chapter 9

I stood up from the edge of the bed and tilted my head in curiosity.

"Are you even still here?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at another question I couldn't answer and crossed my arms. Looking for a way to say yes, I picked up a pillow from his bed and threw it at him.

I burst into laughter as I hit him directly in the face and he stood there baffled.

"I will take that as a yes. Even though you could have just picked something up." He teased.

"Regardless, I am glad you stayed." He said as he beamed. "Anyways, if you would please take a seat." He stepped aside and gestured to the chairs.

"Preferably sit on the black one. So I don't accidentally sit on you. That would be..."

"Embarrassing."
Embarrassing.

I laughed softly as we both said the same word and shook my head. I walked toward the chair to that he instructed and pulled it out so he could see I was there.

His eyes moved to my direction when he heard the chair and he nodded in approval.

I sat down and he sat in the chair beside me. We were close enough to be touching arms but I made sure we wouldn't. I wasn't sure if we could touch him but I didn't want to freak him out.

He leaned his arm onto the table and faced his body slightly towards me.

He pushed the pen and notebook in front of me and pushed his glasses further onto his nose.

"Can you try writing?" He asked as he picked up the pen and held it out for me.

I looked at the pen and then back at him. I didn't know if I could but I wasn't sure if I wanted to disappoint him. He looked so hopeful.

I reached out for the pen and let out a deep breath when I made contact with it. I pulled it from his grasp and watched dimples slowly appear on his cheeks.

He reached his hand out to touch the place I was sitting and I held my breath in anticipation. His hand moved towards my chest and my eyes widened.

The breath I was holding released when his hand went directly through me and touched the back of the chair.

"Interesting." He muttered with a frown on his face.

I shook my head softly as I brought the pen down onto the paper and wrote:

Sorry.

He read the words and shook his head quickly.

"Don't worry about it. I was just curious."

I nodded and looked back down at the paper as I played with the pen in my fingers.

Carter eyed my movements as if every single thing I was doing amazed him. It was hilarious to be completely honest.

"What is your name?" He asked.

I moved the pen by instinct and began writing 'Aaliyah' but by the second A, I scribbled over it.

He furrowed his brows at my actions and I winced. I had already told him I didn't know him. If he knew my name he would clearly put the pieces together.

So I thought for a moment and wrote down the first name that came to mind.

'Janelle'

"Nice to meet you...Janelle. I don't know whether to be honored or afraid that you chose my house to haunt." He joked as he crossed his arms.

I scowled at him and picked up the pen to write.

'I feel old when you say haunt. Besides I have been here less than an hour, so...not a haunter.'

Carter read the message and held his hand over his chest. "Well I am so sorry, Janelle. I would never try to purposely offend a ghost that could...not haunt me for the rest of my life." He said, feigning sincerity.

Hmm.

"You said it makes you feel old, implying that you are not old. I mean I hope you are." He raved. "But how old are you? If you don't mind me asking."

I raised my brow as I thought about what to say. I could essentially be whatever I wanted and yet he'd never know. I tapped the pen against my chin a few times and when I thought of an age, I lowered my to the paper.

Before I could write anything Carter lifted the notebook.

"Tsk tsk tsk." He began. "With the way your pen was moving I could tell you were thinking. And if you have to think about your age, you're about to lie."

Shit. How was he able to tell? I was invisible for goodness sake.

"No lying or I will assume you are over a hundred years old." He warned as he set the notebook back in its place.

I rolled my eyes and wrote my true age down.

'17'

He frowned as he read the age and lowered his head to his hands. "Wow." He muttered.

A few tendrils of his long hair fell to his face and I moved them back into place. When I realized what I had done, I froze. I looked at him and he appeared visibly tense as well.

"Did you just touch me?" He whispered.