Good Boy Gone Bad

Chapter Four

Taylors Pov:

Carl comes back and hands me a whole laundry basket of clothes.

"These are all the clothes the both of them didn't want anymore so they said you could have it"

"Thanks Carl" I smile

I am still shocked that he smokes pot! Plus he wears Crooks And Castles stuff! I didn't think he was a bad ass but I guess I was wrong. I have the feeling that if I wasn't the only girl his age here he would be a big fuckboy.

"Carl?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I sleep in your sweater tonight?"

"yeah of course, wear it as long as you want to"

"Thanks!" I smile

"I'll sleep on the floor tonight." I say

" Or you could always just sleep on my bed with me" He smirks.

"Really?" I ask super excited

"Yeah why not? It's not a big deal"

"Okay!" I smile

Carl and I are both getting tired so we go down stairs and say goodnight to everyone and head back upstairs.

I crawl into his bed then he crawls in beside me. We don't cuddle or anything we just fall asleep.

I wake up to Carl sneaking out of his cell. "What is he up to?" I think to myself. There's only one way to find out.

I follow him out of the cell. From what I can see he has a backpack on. He heads out the doors to go outside. I'm kind of nervous of were he's going but I have to find out.

He runs across the field into a little tunnel like thing. What the fuck is he doing!?

I follow him in. I see him lighting something. I'm really close to him now if I made one noise he would hear me. I walk a little closer and of course I trip over absolutely nothing and face plant. He shines a flashlight toward me.

"Taylor what the fuck are you doing!?"

"Following you, you idiot! What are you even doing out here!?"

"Nothing go back to our cell!"

I take my flashlight and shine it into the little tunnel he was in. I see his bong and his bag of weed.

"You were smoking up out here!!?"

"Taylor keep your fucking voice down! And yes do you have a problem with that?" He's getting angry now

"Why would you try and hide it from me ?"

"Were not dating I don't need to tell you anything"

Ouch that one stung.. He has been leading me on.. Holding my hand and getting naked infront of me sleeping with me? What the hell is his problem?

Instead of saying anything I walked passed him body checked him and went into the tunnel grabbed the bong and lit it up, In haled and exhaled the smoke.

What am I doing? I thought. Why am I smoking pot? Oh my god it's to late to take it back I'm just going to have to go with it apparently.

Carl takes a couple of hits and joins me in the fun. Everything seems to become funny. I'm feeling really dizzy and hungry. I start laughing for no reason at all then everything goes black.