Knox's Girl (Carmichael Series #1)✔️

The Confrontation

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Poppy's POV

It was about 7:30 when Kiara finally sauntered into our place the next morning. I was finishing up my makeup - which was extremely minimal due to the insanely hot weather we were experiencing - when I heard her stumbling around in the kitchen. I knew she was making an attempt at brewing a cup of coffee on her own. It really shouldn't have been hard seeing as the machine was a Keurig, but she was either extremely hungover or possibly even still a tad bit drunk – which led me to believe she wouldn't get it done on her own without making a mess of some sort.

I wandered into the kitchen and watched with amusement as she continued to talk herself through the process. I cut her off right as she was trying to figure out how to get the k-cup out of the designated swivel organizer.

"So, I'm assuming you had fun last night? Who brought you home?" I asked, silently praying she didn't walk back alone; it wasn't safe.

"You know what, let me get back to you on that. Well, if I ever remember what the hell happened last night, that is. Remind me to never drink jungle juice ever again," she grunted, looking like she was about to be sick just at the mere thought of alcohol. I giggled at the look of disgust on her face.

"You said that same exact thing during the first week of summer, Kiara," I managed to say between stifles of laughter. She groaned while taking an ice pack from the freezer and pressing it over her closed eyes.

"I'm almost positive I was with that guy that I've been talking to, James, though. Other than that, there's not much else I'm able to remember," she murmured. I rolled my eyes as she blindly swatted my arm while whining for me to have a little more sympathy, Poppy!

Sympathy my butt, she brought this onto herself by conveniently "forgetting" her limit when it comes to the amount of alcohol her body can tolerate - just like every other time she drinks. Her talk of sympathy had me thinking back to last night and the events that procured between Corbin and Knox. I grabbed my phone off the counter and sent Corbin a quick text using the phone number he'd given me at the party.

Any chance you'd want to get coffee whenever your last class is over? I sent. I set my phone back down on the counter and awaited his response while simultaneously pouring myself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. My phone buzzed when I was halfway through my breakfast. I dove for my phone before Kiara was able to grab ahold of it first.

Sorry, I don't think that's a good idea. Sorry he replied. My stomach dropped to my butt. It was either my fault for being such a crappy kisser or Knox's overbearing behavior that changed his mind about me so quickly. In my heart I knew what the answer was, but it was hard to accept as it wasn't something that was even remotely in my control - a recurring theme throughout my life. Really, though, I didn't care which of the two it was because it still made me feel like crap.

Please, Corbin? I'd really like to see you and apologize after what happened last night, I don't want to lose you as a friend over this I strategically replied.

It was another ten minutes before he finally replied again.

Fine. Meet me at the place across from the courtyard fountain around 1.

I sighed, relieved that all hope wasn't totally lost. It wasn't so much that I really liked Corbin, or thought that he was the be-all-end-all of guys, but it was the idea of this being my first ever relationship/friendship/whatever it was going to turn out to be that I'd made solely on my own. Kiara hadn't paved the way for me by introducing me or telling the person all about me so they'd give me a real chance to show who I was deep down. That was why I was so determined to make this thing work.