The Unfinished Business (BOOK 2)

Chapter Three: "It's not like your gonna turn lesbian by just seeing me naked"

Chapter Three: "It's not like your gonna turn lesbian by just seeing me naked"

 Amelia's P.O.V

"Thank you Carter" I sing

Carter smirks at me, "Welcome Princess" he teases.

I ignore him teasing me, knowing he knows I hate being called 'Princess'. But right now nothing could bring me down. I'm overjoyed with happiness. Who knew just shooting a few bullets could make me so happy?

"Where to next my followers?" I squeal happily, walking ahead of Carter and Bree

I hear them both giggle behind me.

"Well" starts Bree, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, "Why don't we hit a club? I mean why not, its only 9 o'clock"

"Yeah, we got time to spare" agrees Carter

"But I don't wanna go to a club" I pout, "Especially when me and Bree are in bikini's and there's old perverts around"

Bree cocks her head in agreement, "She's got a point"

"Fine, we shall go back to slut face's party" announces Carter, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the car. "Plus I'm the rest of the guys ride, seeing they'll be pissed out of their minds" he adds quietly

"What's the point though Carter?" asks Bree, "We left for a reason"

"I honestly don't want to go back to her and make her think we're begs" I chip in

"Well you two can go fuck yourselves" grins Carter, unlocking his car

Me and Bree cross our arms and raise our eye brows at him

"...Maybe I can watch" he adds cheekily

"Oi, man-salt watch it" I warn

"Did you just call him 'man-salt'?" asks Bree scrunching up her face

"Yeah, because I stupidly was in a faze where I didn't want to..." I say, but then lower my voice being embarrassed, "Say any bad words-" I mutter

Before I could finish Bree was roaring with laughter. She clutches onto her sides and tries to take deep breaths.

I stare at her blankly and raise my hand to hit her on the back of her head.

"S-sorry" she gasps, "I just didn't think you w-would-"

But even she couldn't finish her own sentence as she collapses back into laughing.

I roll my eyes and drag her to the car, "It was only when I was cooped-"

But stop mid-sentence as my face fell. Carter gazes at me sympathetically knowing exactly what I'm talking about.

Thankfully Carter came to my rescue, "It doesn't matter" he says quickly, dragging a calmed down Bree to the Carter, "She only called me man-salt because we were always around uni or the hospital. And who likes being called 'man-slut' in front of their employees?"

I trudge behind Carter's endless lies and plop myself into the back seat.

I thought not swearing will make me become a good person. Because of my stubbornness, look where I got...Harry...? So if I listened to people more, I wouldn't have to put people in those positions. Maybe looking at the 'bright side of life' would help me overcome my depression.

I shake away my thoughts and pay attention to my two bestfriends (which one is my boyfriend). I need to stop thinking of the past and think for the future.