Can You Hear Me Now?

Chapter 7: Pretty Pill

(A/N) Hola amigos.  I'm sorry I don't update a lot but I'm working on it. My friend has been reading it before hand and she tells me it's really good. My other friends that have to read it on here are always telling me to update so here it is.

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"Tonight was a good night," I say rummaging through Luke's mini fridge.

"I like what you did with American Idiot, it was different then what you usually do,"he says as I take a seat next to him with my Dr. Pepper in hand.

"Thanks," I say before taking my first drink.

"It was so funny watching everyone do the Cha Cha slide," I laugh remembering the drunk dancers.

"Yeah that was hilarious," he chuckles, putting his arm around me.

I lean into him, " I'm so tired so I'm gonna head home Lukey. I'll be on time tomorrow," I say quietly.

"Okay, be safe out there," he says as I kiss his cheek and stand up.

"You're like the big brother I never had," I say walking out of the room.

"And you're like the little sister I never wanted," he counters back.

"Haha," I say loud enough for him to hear.

I walk out the back door and get on my bike. I put my helmet on and get on the road. I look at my side veiw mirror and see what looks like the headlights of a 2018 Chevy Camero. That son of a bitch. I go faster and turn left at the next light, heading back into the city so I can get lost. I turn down an alley way before they see me. They pass, but now under the city lights I realize the car is a dark blue. It isn't even them. I'm becoming paranoid. Ashton wouldn't tell them. Would he?

I go back the way I came and head home, breaking the speed limit in the process. When I get close to my house I turn my bike off and wheel it the rest of the way into the garage. I'm so fucking tired. I walk into the empty house and go to my room.

This time I don't even bother taking a shower. I change my clothes and crawl into bed and let sleep over take me.

"Haha, yo I'll tell you what I want what I really really want," the Spice Girls sing, sending me falling on the ground.

"Fuck," I say under my breath.

I grab my phone off the charger and turn my alarm off. I really need to change that song. I get off the floor and pick out my outfit. I go with a pair of joggers and a hoodie. I walk into the bathroom and take a quick shower, careful not to get my hair wet. After I'm done I grab my black leather jacket and put it on without zipping it up. I go downstairs and grab a white peach to munch on. I go and put my crocs on but decide against it since I have P. E today. I lace up my all black converse and run upstairs to brush my teeth, but before I can I look in my moms room and she's in her bed sleeping like a baby. I feel myself smile and walk into my bathroom. I brush my teeth and look at my reflection. My long dark hair is frizzy so I brush it out and put it into a ponytail. I rush downstairs, grab my bag and walk out the front door quickly. I see the familiar black Camero  and stop in my tracks. Zander is leaning up against the passenger door with his arms crossed over his chest and his signature smirk playing on his lips.

"What are you doing here?" I ask with a shaky voice.

"I'm here to pick you up," he says motioning to his car.

"Why?" I ask, looking between him and his car.

"Well, I told my mom about the project, and she told me to pick you up in the morning," he grumbles.

Mamas boy. "I can walk," I say and continue my journey to school.

"C'mon Carter, it'll be faster," he says running up to me and blocking my path.