Hidden Behind

Chapter Two

^Carson^

Chapter Two

You know one thing I hate?

In books when someone is told something horrible about somebody they love and they just go along with it.

Like, bitch your ex isn't going to be the most truthful about your new booty call so WHY IN HEAVENS NAME DO YOU JUST GO ALONG WITH THIS SHIT!

I hate it when people don't question. Like, do you ever see in that moment in those books when someone tell the main character that the person they like/love like killed or raped someone and they're like 'Ok' and I'm over here like 'Bitch how the hell did you just take it like', Well because this untrustworthy asshole says the person I love is a murderer they are obviously right.

No. Seriously, no.

I used to get is so much trouble for being like "Really? How are you sure" or "How do you know?" and it annoyed the fuck out of my family, but I think it's a good trait to have because in middle school when people would tell me rumors I'd be like,"Well, just because they said that doesn't mean it's true." and "You weren't there so you can't be sure." Or "Show me me your references."

Maybe that's why I'm bullied now...

Moving on.

That's one thing I absolutely despise about my high school. Nobody can think anymore or question anymore, I could probably tell everyone that the fucking sky is neon green and they believe me. They'll literally believe absolutely anything that's told.

So, when I walked down the hallways this morning, whispers following me and eyes boring into me, it really just pissed me off.

"I bet she's blackmailing him."

"Heard she gives good head."

"He's probably just sorry for her."

"Slut."

"Whore."

"Desperate."

"Shorty!" I heard a voice call out to me over the whispers.

I turned my head to see Carson coming up next to me.

"Shorty?" I asked him with my eyebrow raised.

"Your short. I'm tall. Your nickname is now Shorty." He explained, a small smile decorating his face.

"I'm not short." I murmured. I'm five two and a quarter. I come from a short family, so I'm rocking it.

"Your pretty short, in comparison to my six five self." He said proudly. I rolled my eyes at him and sped ahead.

"Don't listen to them. They're all just dumb fucking bitches who don't know shit and don't know how to shut the fuck up." Carson told me, making his last sentence loud enough so all the whispering bystanders could hear him and he sent all of the a glare.

I shrugged. "It's fine, it's kinda funny to hear what they have to come up with."

He silently chuckled as we pulled to a stop at my locker. Carson stood next to me as I pulled out all the books I needed for my classes that didn't fit in my backpack.

"I'll carry those." He said, taking the large binder from me.

"You don't need to-"

"Yes I do, take it as a thanks for showing me around yesterday." He suggested.

"You're being cheesy again." I mumbled under my breath.

"Maybe I like to be cheesy." He told me with a small glint in his eye.