"You really get on my nerves, Sunshine." I stare her down, watching as her lips curl into a smile.
Carson brings her hand to my own. "But you like that, don't you Ian?"
"You're lucky I do."
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Killian sees others as an interference in his life...
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Monday, September 26th
"Hey, Killian." Two girls approach slowly, stretching out their greeting as a way of trying to lure me in.
They've talked to me before, the other day, I think. They also told me their names, but I tuned them out completely the minute they came up to me.
One presses her lips together. "We're coming to your game tonight," she says, as if I care. "Are you excited?"
I mumble a quick and uninterested, "Mhm."
I continue to keep my eyes focused on my bag as I sit on my Kawasaki. The only thing keeping me from having to interact with these girls is faking that I have something to organize within my bag.
I've already organized, and reorganized it this morning. Twice.
I swing my leg over my seat, dismounting the bike and turning my body so that my back is facing them. I start zipping up my bag, but the girls go around to the other side of the bike, with the same smiles that they suppose are going to make me smile back.
The other, who hadn't previously talked on her own, puts her hand on the body of my bike, standing on her toes to look up to me. "Are you going to watch us cheer for you in the stands at half-time?"
I finally raise my head to look at them, ready to snap. I'm going to have to wash my bike. Again.
"Ian!" the voice of someone familiar shouts from across the parking lot. It's the only person who I've, for some reason, allowed to call me something other than my name.
Carson waves from one of the entrances, with a smile that's too bright even on a morning like this. I zip my bag up quickly, using Carson's calling as an excuse to get out of this "conversation."
"Who is she?" One of the girls from behind me snarls, jealous that my attention is on her, and not them.
The only thing different about Carson is that she stands out much more than the other leeches in this place. Having a conversation with her isn't in the least bit boring, even if it is draining.
Although insignificant, her clothing makes her stick out in some way. A lot of people here are basic. But a few, including Carson, are eccentric with their style. Today, she's a bit more toned down. With baggy pants that come up just below her exposed waist, and a purple tank-top that shows off her toned stomach. She's paired it all with an oversized green hoodie.
She smiles at me. "How was practice?" She refers to last night's practice that we had to end our trip early for.
I hate being asked questions this early. "Alright."
"You're wearing your jersey," Carson gestures towards my clothes. "Do you have a game tonight?" She looks back up to my eyes, tilting her head.
