BOUND 2 (GxG)

Love You Too, Karty

KARTER'S POV

"Seriously, leave me the fuck alone Violet," I called out as I walked toward the exit of the crowded party with Davis trailing behind me.

I actually can't believe Violet did that. What's worse is someone got a picture of it, and I'm praying to god it doesn't end up on Sloan's feed.

I shouldn't have come. I should've ignored Davis's efforts and just stayed home.

"Kart—"

"Don't," I cut Davis short as we walked toward my Jeep, feeling anger coat my insides.

Davis remained silent as I unlocked the car and we both slid in. I swear if he even said one word, I think I might explode with anger. This was all his fault—he just had to insist that I come. 

I cut the car on, putting it into drive before driving off into the empty street.

"I didn't think Violet was going to do that okay?" Davis tried to explain, but I was only seeing red.

We both knew somehow Sloan would see the picture, and automatically assume I already moved on.

I've been texting her every morning and every night to somehow show that I'm still thinking about her—which I am.

God, I feel like my brain doesn't even work anymore unless it involves thoughts of her.

I've been trying to prove for the last couple of months that she still means something to me. That she did and always will, but I think Violet just fucked all of that up for me.

If Sloan even catches a glimpse of that picture it's done. Whatever good graces I had managed to get into would instantly disappear, which was seemingly hard to even get into in the first place given how she went completely rogue.

I haven't seen her since the day she found out—Cher's barely even seen her actually.

Sloan has reportedly been under piles of covers for the last two months completing school online. It was all enough to make her mom come back into town, which at least she came back honestly.

It makes me feel a little better knowing she's not completely alone.

Yet somehow, without even seeing a glimpse of her at school every day, I felt completely alone. It was so weird how someone could impact your life to that extent.

"You can't keep being mad at me," Davis said, snapping me away from my thoughts.

I let out a cold laugh, "Says who?"

"Says me. Look I'm sorry that the bet got out, but you know it's not all my fault. You had a part in it, and you have to take responsibility for that," Davis said, and surprisingly the statement itself was enough to push away my newfound anger.

Suddenly, I felt bad.

These past couple of months, I've barely spoken a word to anyone. I find it hard to eat—and don't get me started on sleeping.

Suddenly, I have insomnia when it comes to sleeping in an empty bed.

This was honestly the first night I had really gone out. Even still, I barely uttered a word to Davis until just now when Violet seemed to be a bitch and kiss me.

Apart of me realizes, that I might've been deflecting my anger into him, blaming him for losing Sloan just because he had agreed to a stupid fucking bet, and everything else that came after seemed to be his fault. Not mine. 

Which was unfair, especially when that wasn't the case. I did this to myself, and I have to own up to that. 

"Yeah, you're right," I finally said, sighing to myself as we waited at the stop light. "It's just... I really fucked up."