Caroline's POV
I stole my dad's truck while he slept. I wasn't going to call one of my friends to take me to the race track at this time of night. Especially not Cole, he'd probably get himself or Dean killed if he knew the deal Dean made with Clyde. We had gotten close again when my dad was in the hospital, I knew Cole meant the world to me. I knew I couldn't live without him. He was basically the air I breathe and it was killing me to be away from him. I don't know how I'm going to survive college but I didn't want to live our remaining time apart.
He stopped visiting when my dad got discharged. We went back to square one with Cole avoiding me so that I could "be happy". Complete bullshit. I wasn't happy without him. He was my happiness and it took me this long to realize what Cole means to me.
I put in the address Marco sent me on my phone. It took me half an hour since the highways were empty.
Seeing all the cars and the crowd of people sent that feeling of adrenaline and excitement running through my blood again. It was always fun coming here, except for tonight. I'm going to rip Dean's head off tonight.
I got weird looks from the ill-clad dressed women. I looked out of place in my black tights and one of Cole's worn out sweater I stole two years ago. I pushed through the crowd of drinking people looking for Dean. The thicker the crowd got, the closer I knew I got. I finally found him beside his car surrounded by women and Jake. Oh he is so dead.
I marched up to him watching his eyes sparkle in joy.
"Care, you made it!" He said surprised but earnestly. Yeah, made it to kick your ass.
"You bet me," I came out with it. Deans eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"You made a bet with Clyde, if he wins he gets to do whatever with me," I spat.
Dean rolled his eyes as if I was making a big deal out of nothing. "Why are you even worried? I'm going to win."
"So if you win you cheat on me and if you lose you're letting a man you barely know use me?" My voice cracked with emotion which I didn't want to show. All I wanted him to hear was my anger and not my hurt.
Dean groaned getting off his car making his way towards me. "Baby." He put his hands on my arms but I took a step back.
He was now scowling. "I don't get why you're so offended. You've bet yourself before."
My jaw fell with disbelief. Did- did he really think that poorly of me? "What are you saying?"
"You were a bet, simple. Don't start acting so innocent, you might have been before but now you're just like any other girl."
It felt like something pierced through my heart. It hurt so much because it was true. I lost myself and became just like anyone else and all to win over a boy who see's me as nothing.
"Well that's another bet you're about to lose because now you have no girlfriend," I broke up with someone for the first time and as much as I thought it would feel good, I just felt like shit.
"Come on baby-"
"Don't come on baby me. Since I'm just like any other girl, I'm sure you can find yourself a replacement," I said flipping my hair for emphasis. Okay calm down Caroline, you aren't in a movie, but it was totally cool. I turned around and marched to my car with Dean calling after me. Don't look back Care, just keep walking. Don't start crying Care, just keep walking.
I finally made my way to my dad's truck wiping the tear that managed to escape. Don't cry now, wait until you're out of here. I welcomed the sound of the ignition with open arms as I sped out of there. I don't know how long it took until I was in my driveway balling my eyes out. Heartbreak is a bitch. A knock on the car's window made me jump up with a loud shriek. I looked at my serial killer ready to made a run for it. It was Cole. He looked at me with worried eyes and motioned for me to unlock the door. Shit, he saw me cry. I wiped my cheeks before unlocking the door. Cole ripped it open before leaning down so we were eye to eye.
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Teen Fiction[COMPLETED] This goes out to all the ladies, have you ever wondered what it was like to be a guy? Well Caroline Wright never had that thought. She was your typical tomboy. It's no surprise when you're raised by your widowed father, his friends at th...