My Best Friend, The Bad Boy

18 | Just Talking, Not Cock Blocking

18 | Damn Exes, They Know Things Sometimes; Hey, We Were Just Talking, Not Cock Blocking

Carter's POV (not edited)

After basically running to my car, I sit outside of Abby's house with my head temporarily on the steering wheel. I ran from that conversation. It's almost like too many thoughts are running through my head right now to contemplate all the emotions I feel revolving around that kiss. I don't know what she's thinking. This whole situation just confuses me. Yet I'm sure she understands. Or at least I can hope, right? Breathe in, breathe out. Gathering my thoughts together, I know what I need is to get out of here, so that's what I do as I drive out of her laneway.

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Hey, can we talk?  I type out a text to Sara as I sit in my second period, bored as anything. The need to talk to her about what she said last time eating away at me. I feel like she might just be the unbiased source I need to speak to about Kaillie right now.

A moment later, my phone buzzed with a text and it was a response from Sara, replying that we could.

Same spot as last time at lunch? Hopefully no yelling this time?  I send off another text, getting a quick okay, we can try in response.

Alright, meet you there after the bell rings, I reply once again before putting my phone back in my pocket and doing my work once again.

*~*~*

"Alright, I'm here. What do you want to talk about exactly?" Sara says in a greeting as I turn my head up from my position on the bench to see her walking down the alley to meet me. We decided on the same alleyway as last time, so we were surrounded by the solid brick walls of school once again, towers above ours heads.

Standing up to meet her, I ask, "Is that anyway to say hello?" with a raise of my eyebrows. "I thought the no yelling thing meant we were going to be more friendly this time around?"

She glares at me for a moment before giving in. "Hi Carter," she says with a small amused smile and a roll of her eyes.

"There you go, you have now learned your manners once again," I say, teasing her in an attempt to break the layers of ice.

"Okay, I was nice, now please spit it out," she sighs, waiting for me to say why I asked her here.

"Fine, can you come sit though? It could reduce the amount of yelling," I say, gesturing to the bench I had been sitting on before she arrived. In a silent reply, she folds her arms together and takes a stubborn seat on the bench with me following suit. "Okay, so I called you here to apologize," I start, before she interrupts me.

"Apologize for which action?" she says as if she's innocent, even though we both know she's not.

"Stop being a smartass and listen, I was getting there. Anyway, I'm sorry for making you feel like you were second choice, that was never my intention. I honestly didn't even realize I was making you feel that way until you told me the other day when we basically just yelled at each other." When she looks at me in disbelief, I surround with my arms up and admit, "I didn't even consider the possibility of the way I might look and act differently around Kaillie until you said something."

"Really?" she asks suspiciously.

"Really. It was the 'she's my best friend, nothing else,' mindset. I didn't realize how I might actually feel," I explain, and I see a look of deep understanding in her eyes for once. "You made me actually think about feelings I might have, so thank you," I finish with a sincere tone I hadn't used when talking to Sara in such a long time. We'd masked our emotions under so much hate for such a long time, I think we may have forgot the other person was human along the way.