𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞

Chapter 20

Cheater.

Liar.

Manipulator.

The list just keeps growing...

Maybe I didn't.

But nothing else made sense. Carter brought up losing a girlfriend yesterday and today he and John were talking about our love for one another.

I looked at Carter for a long moment and studied every feature on him. His thick eyebrows and sculpted jaw, to his framed black glasses and green eyes.

I studied the crease on his forehead when he was thinking and the faint scar on his lip. I was getting a headache but no memory came yes I stared at his face thoroughly, my eyes went lower.

My vision became cloudy as my eyes fell on a necklace around his neck.

I woke up in Carter's bed yet again and winced at the trouble I would be in. Staying out all night is of course a big no-no on my mother's list of rules yet I seemed to be breaking it continuously.

She let me come over to his house a few hours ago to study for some "history test". It was just some stupid thing I made up so I could see him.

To her, Carter was a golden boy and she trusted him around me, yet if she knew the things we did that she didn't know about, she would go ballistic.

Carter stirred in the bed beside me with his glasses crooked on his face and a book splayed across his bare chest.

I shook my head as I looked at the scene. He most likely fell asleep again while reading this dumb book.

I picked up the thick book I had become accustomed to and shook my head. 'American Psycho' I read silently as I looked at the title. I had listened to him read me quotes from it but I never once tried to read it myself.

I leaned over Carter and set the book on the nightstand, trying my best not to wake him up. It was all for naught though as he groaned below me and his eyes fluttered open.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a sleepy voice.

"Just putting the book away," I said softly.

He pulled me down to him and I giggled as he pressed his lips against mine. My heart soared at the familiar feel of his lips and I pulled away with a smile.

"Happy Birthday," I said.

He cringed and shook his head. "Is it my birthday?"

"Yup. You're a Fourth of July baby." I said with a small laugh. He hated having to be born on a holiday. He joked about it "stealing his shine".

"Ugh, don't remind me." He groaned as he brought a pillow over his face.

"Don't worry, you shine brighter than the fireworks." I teased.

He peeled his head over the pillow and gave me a disgusted look. "That was lame."

I grinned down at him and shook my head. I was the happiest I had ever been in my life with him but I felt guilty. Elijah was still in love with me while I loved someone else, his brother at that.

I pushed my guilt to the side and shook my head.  Lifting myself off Carter, I crawled to the side of the bed and pulled up a gift bag. I dangled it up at Carter teasingly and he sat up on the bed.

"I have a gift for you," I said as I passed him the bag.

He smiled at me and gently took the bag. He took out the decorative paper and pulled out a rectangular box.