Will he

chapter 3 - sealing the deal

Pov: Eliza

The thing about seeing carter or gazing into his eyes for even a minute is that it causes my mind to analyze every second of it. 

The thoughts that form in my mind are by the voices that rule my mind, it's like I have 2 voices; the logical one and the emotional one, the logical one takes Zach into account and the fact that carter would never be with me because well he couldn't care less. 

But the emotional one (my preference) says that there's much more meaning to these moments we share, that there's something unknown between us. A feeling neither of us is ready to discover. 

And that feeling couldn't help but grow when he asked me that question yesterday, out of literally nowhere. I could've never seen it coming... Carter Fenix, living at my house? 

Honestly, in front of others, we act like we can't stand each other but when we're alone I know how he acts, it's fucking confusing. That's why this deal might break every fucking rule, every boundary I set between Carter and me.

 I can't even tell if I love or hate him more. 

I have no clue when he's going to give me an explanation behind his apparent madness but he looked like he really needed this and knowing carter for 10 or more years gives me that assurance. 

I've always known things at home for Carter weren't all that good, from whatever his friends, mainly cole have told me. But this is a whole new level and I can't help but feel worried. The least I could do is this, convince Elliot, the question is how?

I can't just walk up to Elliot and go, "Hey big bro, so the guy that I have had vague feelings for so long and who is the vice-captain of YOUR basketball team wants to live with us, can you let him live with us?" NO, that's going to be the answer. 

Elliot was seated on the sofa, no doubt watching NBA, he seemed like he was in a good mood. It's now or never, Eliza. 

"Heyy!" I smile and prolong the 'Y' as I sit beside him, he turns to face me with the blankest face, "Before you ask, spare me the trouble, no." This bitch.

"Elliot I haven't said anything yet," I protest as he sighs and looks back at the tv. "Eliza if this is about buying shoes or something, take Mom's credit card and max it out for all I care. If it's about anything else, I don't care, don't bother because it's a no." He asserts making me roll my eyes at him. 

"Come on just please listen to me-" he agrees so I carry on, "Carter is having a hard time at home, and he wanted me to ask you if he could live with us for some time? Before you throw me out of this house, listen, he's been your vice-captain for so long and frankly, without him, the boys wouldn't listen to you. Why can't we just help him out?" I plead with him. 

He lets out an irritated breath and switches the tv off, "Okay fine Eliza, he is one of my boys. I'm ready to help out, but on one damn condition, and I cannot stress this enough. Just this one rule for you." 

My heart paces as he stresses his words, and the remark that came out of his mouth almost left me winded. How could he even think that? 

"Just don't fall for him or anything, okay? Keep it at friends or less if you can. I know you're dating that halfwit but still, keep whatever it is that you and carter have down. Do you get it?" Elliot glowers at me making me smile. 

"Don't worry, no one hates him like I do." I smile and fidget with my fingers, a fucking lie. Elliot senses that but adds in the last comment nonetheless, "Yeah well, the line between love and hate is pretty fucking thin. Especially for the two of you, so no funny business."