Marie's p.o.v:
After walking for a good twenty minutes, we finally arrive at Carters house. Carter unlocks the door, then drags me inside. After closing the door, Carter pulls me onto the couch beside him.
Carter pulls me against his chest and looks down at me. For some reason, my head leans onto his shoulder and into the crook of his neck. He chuckles, and I look at him. "Sorry," he says, pulling me closer. "I was just thinking about something." I decide not to press.
About an hour later, my phone rings. The screen reads Dad. Oh god. I hit 'answer'.
"Hello?"
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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...
