The 'Talk'

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I was staring at the blue-greened eyed boy, with anger running through my eyes. How could he do that ? what makes him think sneaking in my house and saying that we should 'talk' would help ?


"What makes you think I wanna talk? especially to you" I gave him my death glare. Wishing to hide into the corner and fall asleep and never waking up and forgetting about the world around me.

"Then Listen" No matter what happens he always finds a way to apologize, but everything he says is a lie, I found that all out the hard way. He is blinded by the lies, he can't tell whats reality and whats not, but somehow I find myself reeling towards him,but I can't explain why.

"Then let me rephrase that, What makes me wanna Talk or Listen to you? you don't have any right to be here" I was lying, In the inside I did miss him, his voice and his features, even if I don't wanna admit it. I'm attracted to him in some kind of way that it confuses me. Something about him makes me love him yet hate him. I was just hoping he wouldn't catch me in my lie.

"This" He pulled out a tiny little box out of his back pocket. What is it ? I asked myself. He opened the box and held out a necklace, it was the one my brother gave me before he left.

"Ho-how did you get that!? give it back to me" I ran towards him reaching up to grab the piece of jewelry , I thought it was safe, how could he do this to me?

"No, I will only give it back if you listen to me." I stood on top of my bed and jumped on his bed arguing with him to give it back. Sadly I'm a very weak girl whose a bit lazy.

"Like I said earlier I.Don't.Wanna.Talk" I gritted my teeth and ran towards him, he pulled out his arm and held be back.

"You know this is a very nice necklace wonder how much I could sell this for?" He started to turn the necklace around, examining it.

"You wouldn't"

"Oh I would and you know it " The memories started to flood in, all about my brother, from when he helped me with my bullies and from buying that necklace. That was the last memory I have of him, the last thing I got from him. It's my treasure, it can't be replace. No money or diamond can replace it.

"Please Carter, give it back. That's to precious to me, I Can't lose that, please" I begged him.

"Then listen" Sighing I knew I wouldn't get anywhere by arguing with him, I'll just pretend to listen to him when really I'm ignoring him.

"Good, now first thing, why haven't you've been responding back I mean I know and left and all, but I mean you could've been in trouble and I wouldn't know. you have been ignoring me, why is that? and I'm sorry what I said back there I didn't really mean it, you know how I get"

"Didn't mean it ?!?! are you fucking serious ? if you didn't mean it then you wouldn't have said all those things and what makes you think that I even wanted to respond to you? to even talk to you? Seemed like you actually did mean it. You need to learn how to think before responding . You have to be careful how chose your actions, and what to do especially you're words cause I am sure that they could possibly kill someone"

"No, if I act more like a  goody-two-shoes then those other assholes will have a great chance to hurt us especially you. sorry I am not taking that risk. and you can't change that "

"Carter I'm not saying you have to be a goody-two-shoes but to be more careful what you do cause you could end up doing something you'll regret and do something to someone and it can end up getting ugly, god why do I even bother with you? There no point in it, I get the same results every time this happens and I am done with it. I'm tired and sick of arguing please just leave carter. You got to talk now leave, I just wanna got to school and do my normal routine, Please leave carter" I pointed towards the window.

"No, If I become less edgy then they'll hurt my friends, family especially you and cant let that happen, no way in hell. And you can't change someone with just words it doesn't happen like that. I'm not much of a regret kind of person. And this is who I am you can't change that. I'll see you around school, if I even ever come." HE hopped out the window and landed on the ground with a thump. Knowing he was gone I shut the window and changed into comfy clothes.

I sat On my bed just thinking. It was twelve in the afternoon, schools tomorrow , can't wait, but what will I tell everyone ? I saw something shining in the corner of my eye I turned my head to see something hanging off my desk. I reached out and grabbed it.It was the necklace my brother had given me a few years back. I place the piece of jewelry around my neck. I looked down at my necklace and let Carters words fly through my mind, maybe he is right maybe you can't change someone by just words and it is hard to change someone when they already chose who they wanna be. I heard my window being opened again I turned to see him again , whats he doing ?


"Selena I'm sorry" I gave him a confused look but he ran towards me and cupped my face.....Not this again... He pulled me in and...

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Hey babes, wattpad deleted half the story so I had to re-write part of it :(.

Anyway sorry for not updating for like 3 months been busy with school and stuff, anyway hope you love this chapter.

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