Meet The Coach

Lesson 16: Don't Be Hard To Get, Be Hard To Forget

Lesson 16: Don't Be Hard To Get, Be Hard To Forget

Carter ignored my warning and sauntered into my room. He first examined the room then looked at me and then back at the room. "Nice room," he commented.

"Thanks," I mumbled in response. I closed the door and walked to my bed before perching on it.

I began to feel a little uncomfortable. In my life there had only been one boy, whom I wasn't related to, who has stepped into my room and Carter was the second. I wasn't sure what Carter had planned to do but if I knew any better I'd say he's winging it.

"Where did you live before you came here?" He asked curiously.

"Chicago," I answered easily.

"Do you prefer Chicago or here?"

"Here. I don't know. It feels like I belong here but maybe that's because I was born and bred here until I was four."

"You lived here before?" Carter repeated genuinely curious.

"Didn't I just say that?" I pointed out. He smiled crookedly and sat himself next to me.

"You know that's what I prefer about you. With Mona I figured out that she wasn't immune to my charms at all. She was just really good at hiding it," he mused.

"I wasn't aware that you were trying to flatter me."

"Exactly."

"Oh c'mon, you would feel better if I crumpled - even a little bit," I mentioned.

Carter ran his fingers through his hair causing the tips to stick up at the end. He pursed his lips and sighed in defeat. "Okay. That's true." I smiled at him and tried not to feel a little bigheaded. "Why's that?"

"For me it's personality, at the end of the day everything about the person you fall in love with is beautiful," I explained.

"I never really thought of it like that," Carter muttered. "So how am I doing personality wise?"

"Better than I originally thought if I'm being honest," I admitted.

"That's alright." Carter started to look around my room a little more and he started to fidget.

"You want to say something," I stated.

"How did you know?" He questioned.

"You're fidgeting. I've noticed that you fidget when you want to say something but you're being held back," I elaborated.

"I'm just wondering. When did it become so easy to talk to you?" He inquired. I shrugged and bit my lip.

"I suppose you're not the only one who thought that. That question came to mind earlier."

"With Mona things became awkward at times..."

"I suppose that's a sign that it wasn't meant to be?" I guessed.

"We weren't. As much as I didn't want to think that when everything escalated. But it's true."

I looked down at my hands momentarily, I twiddled then and looked back up at Carter from underneath my lashes. "You really loved her didn't you?"

"Yeah. You know first love? You realise after a while that you just loved them, you weren't in love with them."

"But it still hurts like a bitch doesn't it?" I reminded. He nodded. There was silence, it was comfortable I could tell that Carter was years back and was thinking about Mona but I refused to go years back and think about Ryder.