My Best Friend, The Bad Boy

7 | Ice Cream Flavours & Playing the Blame Game

7 | Royal Highnesses, Playing the Blame Game, Ice Cream Flavours & Captain America

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I'm so sorry I've taken so long to update!

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Kaillie Adams: (not edited)

I made it through the day. I glared at Zach whenever he looked at me in third period-which was pretty freaking often may I add-and somehow made it through all the awkward, looking-in-my-soul-for-answers stares. Guess most people don't know I can be a pretty kickass girl when I'm pissed off. Or in this case, hurt; but I'd never tell Zach that. I guess Zach is most people if he didn't see it coming either. Revenge is sweet. He hurt me, so I publicly confronted and slapped him. Finally, it's time to go home! Or in my case, have Carter drive me to my house, run in, gather my things and by ready by the time Carter comes back from getting stuff for our movie night. Things like tissues. And maybe he's even getting earplugs for all the chick flicks I'm making him watch with me to make me feel better after what Zach did to me.

After meeting up with Carter, he drives me to my house, and I run in as predicted. I texted my mom earlier, she said it was fine that I go to Carter's house for a movie night, as long as I'm home at a decent time. Which by my past experience means before dinner time tomorrow. I almost always fall asleep on the couch in Carter's basement watching movies with him on our movie nights. This has been a type of tradition between us ever since we were old enough to have sleepovers-which was basically what this was, except we just watched movies for the most part.

Running into my room, I grab pajamas, or in other words, comfy clothes, a hair brush, my favorite soft blanket, a couple other things, phone charger, and don't make fun of me, but I'm bringing one of my teddy bears. Carter will probably make fun of me, but I'm sure I will need one tonight. I'm 99.9% sure I'll be crying at some point tonight. As I put everything into a bag, I hear a honk from outside. Carter. Time to go! Running back downstairs with my bag, I grab my house key, and lock the door on my way out.

Hopping in the passenger seat of the car after putting my bag behind me, I ask Carter if he has everything we will need. When he says that he does, we speed off on the quick drive to his house.

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Once we get to Carter's house, we run down to the basement to set up. We blow up mattresses that we might not use between the couch and the TV, get lots of blankets and pillows for comfort, set the table up with all the food and drinks Carter brought, and I get out all the movies I have that I wanted to watch or the ones that aren't on Netflix. Fortunately, for Carter, they're not all true chick flicks. We'll just probably watch all chick flicks. Oops. Sorry not sorry? I blame Zach for being a douchebag and cheating on me. Not my fault he made bad choices.

"So..." Carter starts off once everything is set and we're sitting on the couch, "what do you want to do, watch, or torture me with first?"

"Jeez Carter, you act like I live for your misery or something!" I attempt to defend myself with a huff.

"But you do. You make me watch chick flicks," he says flatly, raising his eyebrows at me.

"I watch them when you're with me, yes, but I don't demand you to have to keep your eyes on the screen," I say sassily, repeating his actions and then putting me hands on my hips.

"True, but you still watch them in my presence."

"Well I'm sorry your royal highness if I've offended you so," I say sarcastically.