Carson's POV
"Time to pay up."
I jump at the sound of the voice of the person who I was trying to avoid all day.
Keyword: trying.
I was currently hiding in the library, I know. Not the brightest place to hide, but I was desperate. It was the last place I haven't tried to hide all month long. I was hoping he would've already lost interest when I tried blending through the jostling crowd in the hallway, or hiding in places you would never have imagined.
I, obviously failed as the person stood before me with a smug grin.
I scowl at him. "No."
He raise an eyebrow, "No? Carson, I don't think you understand. We-" He said gesturing between us, "made a deal. I followed you wherever you went for a month, which was pretty hard. Considering the fact that you, tried to hide and avoid me. But, I pulled through. There is no way, no way at all, you are getting out of this. I know where you live and I will kidnap you if I have to."
My scowl deepened. "No."
He crossed his arms and gave me an intense stare.
I stared back at him, refusing to budge.
"Carson." He said in a threatening tone.
I roll my eyes and crossed my arms.
"What? Are you chicken?" He said with a taunting smile.
My jaw dropped open at the accusation. No one, and I mean, no one calls me chicken.
"I'm not chicken!" I replied angrily.
He scoffed, "Sure you aren't." He said sarcastically.
I stomped up to him, never breaking eye contact.
"Fine. I'll pay up." I hissed angrily at him.
He gave a victorious grin, "Great. I'll pick you up at 7." He said cheerfully and walked away with whistling a cheery tune, but not before he game me a wink.
I stare at his retreating figure in astonishment.
Did he just..?
Did I just..?
I slapped a hand to my forehead.
"Stupid Carson. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." I muttered under my breath once I just realized what I did. I just signed myself up with a date with Mr. Stalker.
Fantastic.
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Note the sarcasm.
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:)) here ya go Bea Ching. Hahaha. If you're reading this.
