BOUND 2 (GxG)

Karter's Idea

"Karter, I'm not wearing this," I said, looking between the two shirts she was holding up coated in our school name and colors.

It was currently a Friday, and we had been released from our last block, so Karter and I went into town to hopefully get more videos for our project.

Somehow, Karter managed to drag me into one of the small boutiques where they had a large amount of Montrose-themed clothes in the corner of the store.

"Oh, c'mon we could match at the game tonight," Karter said, frowning dramatically as she lowered her arms holding the shirts. "We'd be the school's cutest couple..." she added, wiggling her brows.

I narrowed my eyes, "We can be just as cute in our own clothes."

"Or in my bed with no clothes at all," she said, winking as I smacked her arm.

"I would rather be forced into a room with a lion than even touch your bed with a ten-foot pole," I said, which earned a laugh from Karter.

"What about in a room with me?" she asked, raising a playful brow.

I rolled my eyes, "That defeats the purpose of the metaphor," I said, but when she ignored me and started walking toward the register, I said, "Wait, where are you going? You aren't buying those shirts."

"Oh, yes I am," Karter said, reaching into the pocket of her jeans for her wallet.

I crossed my arms over my chest, "Well, I won't wear it."

Karter laughed, "That's fine, I'll just make sure to be all lovey-dovey at the game."

I shrugged as we approached the counter, "Aren't you already lovey-dovey?"

Karter glanced back, smirking, "Aw, babe, you thought that was me being lovey-dovey?" she said, which made my eyes narrow slightly. "Wow, you really have it coming then."

I grimaced internally at even the thought of Karter being much more touchy than she usually is. Yesterday she made sure to keep her arm around me whenever she was in the nearest proximity of me—and today, well she kept doing that, but stepped it up by meeting me between classes and giving me hugs.

I literally can't catch a breath of air away from Karter unless I'm in class away from her, which is literally, two out of my three classes.

So yeah, I guess I'll wear the fucking shirt if it means she'll settle for giving me some sort of space.

Upon realizing I didn't actually have a valid argument upon coming to the conclusion, I settled with saying, "You're annoying."

Karter swiped her card, "Mhm if that's your way of saying thank you for this amazing new shirt—then you're welcome, babe."

I let out a sarcastic hum, narrowing my eyes at her.

—

"Aww look at you guys matching," Cher said, walking over to us from her parked black Porsche.

Somehow I found myself in the navy and orange Montrose Tiger's shirt with it tied in the front to reveal part of my toned stomach—I ended up pairing the shirt with distressed Levi's shorts that exposed my tan legs and matching white platform Converse. Meanwhile, my dark hair was pulled into a high bun with some of my curly strands out and minimal makeup covering my face.

Matching me was Karter, who wore the same shirt with some loose distressed jeans that were rolled at her ankles, and white Nike Airmax's on her feet. Her dark hair was down and unparted with half of her hair pulled back and out of her face.

I forced a tight smile, "Karter's idea—she has so many great ideas you know?" I said, my tone tight but still remaining cheery.

Karter laughed, brushing off my clearly ungenuine compliment, "Well I have to babe, especially when you like to leave the thinking up to me."