"Carter! Are you okay?" I hear Shawn yell from down the hall. I don't move I just sit there in the same position frozen and cannot stop crying.
*shawns POV*
I raise my hand. "Yes Shawn." Mr. Clark answers. "May I use the restroom?" I ask. He gestures his hand telling me I may. I grab a hall pass from the front desk and head to the Boys bathroom. I stop in the middle of the hall to see Carter sitting in the middle of the hall crying. I quickly run to her asking if she's okay. She doesn't answer. "Carter!" I shake her. "He.. He's dead." She cries. "Carter, who?" She turns her head to me. "Sam!" She screams and breaks down into sobs in my arms. I rub her back and tell her everything is gonna be okay.
*2 hours later*
Carter got to leave early. I'm worried about her. She's pregnant. And she's seeing things.
*carters POV*
I stay wrapped in my blanket the remainder of the day. "Carter?" I hear Shawn coming in from school. "I'm in here." I say with a serious tone. I think its just best for me to sleep. I haven't slept in two days, and its not healthy for me or the baby. I fall back into the couch and drift into a deep sleep.
The Next Day
*Shawn's POV*
Carter has been sleeping ever since I got home yesterday after school. Its 2:00 pm and Im debating on weather I should wake her up or not. She may be hungry when she wakes, so I should probably make her something to eat if I'm going to wake her. I enter the kitchen and open the pantray door grabbing some peanut butter poptarts, closing the door I walk over to the toaster and place the poptarts in it. This being the only thing I know how to make, I hope that she'll like it. I pour a glass of milk and head back into the living room. When I place the glass and poptarts on the table, I look up to see Carter awake. "Hey beautiful, sleep well?" I ask with a smile. She rubs her eyes and uncovers herself and stretches her legs. "Yes I did, thanks for asking." She kisses my cheek once I sit down next to her. "Are you hungry, I made you some poptarts." I point to the plate with the burnt poptarts. She laughs, and shakes her head. "No thank you." She says softly. I shurg and pop one into my mouth. I look at her. My mouth full, poptart In hand and say, "Are you sure this really good," I lie and fake a satisfied look, that she knows that I'm lying, "really good." She just laughs and gets up walking into the bathroom, I hear the shower turn on. Figuring how Carter is, meaning she takes forever, this will be the perfect time to get caught up on an episode of pretty little liars.
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Her Bully (S.M.)
FanfictionCarter Lawley isn't you're normal 16 year old girl. She has a bad past. Being bullied by multiple people, she becomes very depressed and angered with her peers. To get bullied yourself can cause you to become a bully yourself. That's exactly what Ca...
