BOUND 2 (GxG)

Get Your Head In The Fucking Game Greyson

After barely a second of Karter's lips on mine, I forced my wide eyes closed, hoping to make the act look real.

But something inside of me cracked—with thoughts of her floating around in my head.

I shouldn't care about someone halfway across the globe, I know, but... but fuck, I do, okay?

I care about her, and I also...

Well, I also haven't kissed anyone but her, and Karter just stole that.

She stole that kiss from me. 

As Karter pulled away, I zoned back in, hearing the crowd's loud cheering and whistling almost immediately as I locked eyes with Karter.

Karter's brows furrowed as she stared down at me, and that's when I realized my eyes were heavy with tears, "Sloa—"

"I want to leave," I told her, my voice lowered and serious as ever, which earned a few quick nods from her.

I didn't mean to cry—I was angry. I knew I was angry, but it was so consuming I just felt like I was going to burst into tears. 

Karter gave Davis and Cher a wave, calling out a brief, we'll see you later, as she guided me to her side—farthest away from the stands packed with students.

Even if Karter purposefully blocked everyone's view from me, I held my head down, hoping to not let anyone see me like this.

To see me crying pathetically. 

Everything was a blur—from Karter telling me to wait outside the locker room so she could grab her stuff, then her coming back out and us walking to the car, and Karter guiding me over to the passenger side and helping me into my seat before she inevitably got in on her side and started up the Jeep.

All I kept doing was replaying the kiss, and thinking about her—imagining her saying disapproving things.

Imagining how hurt she would be.

She's halfway across the world, I tried to remind myself.

She doesn't care—and she has no room to after she left me.

"Look, I was trying to give you a moment but your phone is literally vibrating off the hook," Karter said, snapping me from my thoughts.

I stayed silent, reluctantly grabbing my phone to make sure it wasn't my mom or someone from my family, but instead, I saw her name.

Of course, it was her name.

Of course, she fucking saw the kiss—it's probably posted everywhere by now.

I sucked in a sharp breath when I realized I wasn't actually breathing for a second, reading her caller ID over and over again as the phone continued buzzing in my hand.

"Are you good? Who is it?" Karter asked, her voice full of concern.

But even I knew she didn't actually care. This was all a literal act.

We aren't actually together.

"It's no one," I said, dropping the phone in my lap as her name and the call itself faded from the screen.

I wanted to not care, but a part of me did. A part of me wondered why she was calling.

But then I'm reminded, she left me—she willingly left me when she had plenty of other choices.

To pick me. To choose fucking me.

Karter sighed, "Are we not going to discuss what happened?"