His Hidden Little Secrets

January 4th BDC

I took a deep breath as I walked into school the Monday after winter break. I was still shaking from what happened on New Years Eve. I couldn't come to terms with whether or not I was assaulted by Carter. I probably wasn't, I thought. It was short, if it was. And plus, Carter was my BOYFRIEND.

I walked up to my locker to put my winter jacket in there. My sweaty palms fidgeted with the lock and it took me forever to finally unlock it. God, I needed to calm down.

All of the sudden, I heard a slam against the locker next to me. I turned to look, and it was Carter Dalton; his elbow resting on top of the lockers and his head in his hand. "Hey, Baby," he said, giving me a flirty smirk. "Miss me?"

"Um..." I stuttered. I was so nervous; I could hardly speak.

"Hey, you okay?" Carter asks, noticing that I was acting strange.

I twitched.

"You're twitching," Carter said, trying to be serious and not laugh. "You only twitch when you're about to explode." He always thought it was the most hilarious thing when I twitched and got mad. I don't know why, but he did. I, on the other hand, did not find it hilarious whatsoever.

"Carter," I said as calmly as I could. "Um... I think we should break up."

"What?" He almost whispered. "Why? What did I do? Is there another guy? What's going on?"

"You know EXACTLY what's going on."

"Is it because I didn't see you much over the holidays?" He asked.

"Oh you sure saw me, alright." I scoffed.

"What are you talking about?"

"New Years Eve, dumbass."

"What about it?" He ran his fingers through his long hair.

"You know ALL about it!" I shouted, maybe a little too loudly.

"Um... Okay? I went downtown with a few of my friends for the evening?" He said, confused. "Is that what I know about?"

"Really? You went downtown?" I snapped. "Because you came over to my house for a hell of a good time."

"Saige, what are you talking about? I haven't seen you since before Christmas!"

Wow. He actually didn't remember.

"You know what?" I said, looking up at him. "Forget it, okay? Forget everything I ever said, because we're over."

I could feel hot tears forming in my eyes again as I turned around walked through the doors back outside. I was so done.

"Saige, wait!" Carter called out as he ran to catch up to me. He grabbed my waist with his hand and tried to turn me towards him.

"Don't touch me!" I cried. Tears were spilling over now. "Don't touch me, let alone LOOK at me, EVER AGAIN."

"Saige, just tell me what's going on!" Carter cried back. "Please!"

I walked over to a bench nearby, and I sat down and collapsed. I sobbed and I shook uncontrollably. I couldn't handle all of this.

"Saige Linnea," Carter whispered as he wrapped his arms around me. "It's okay. It's alright. I love you and I'm here okay? When you're ready to tell me what's going on, I'm here, okay?"

I buried my face into his chest and continued to cry. He held me even tighter and he kissed my head. I inhaled the deep scent of his Old Spice on his sweatshirt and tried to calm down. Maybe he does love me, I thought. Maybe he does care.

After a few minutes, I sat up straight, wiped off my running tears and mascara, took a deep breath, and told Carter everything that happened on December 31st. About him being crazy-drunk, how weird and dirty he was acting, the make-out session, and the almost-sexual assault.

Carter didn't remember anything. Not a single detail. All he remembered from New Years Eve was driving to some pub to meet a few friends, then walking down a street afterwards. He woke up the next morning in his bed with a bad headache, but he didn't know why.

So what happened? I wondered. Why was he drunk? Did someone drug him or something? And how could he not remember ANYTHING that happened after the pub and walking down the streets?

Was he telling me the truth, or was he lying to me?

Could I really trust a bad boy?