My Brothers Best Friend

Part 5

Carter POV

OK. I don't think the whole note-in-the-locker think went to plan. She was meant to find it romantic. It was romantic right? I think it was. I need to think of another plan. I don't think I should just go ask her out. That would be a bit boring. I want it to be special. Exciting.

I'm starting to get worried about her friendship with Will. Are they more than friends? I'm gonna have to keep an eye on them. I walked towards Nicks car and lent against it waiting for him and Taylor.

Taylor POV

I'm starting to question how Carter feels about me. Ever since the party his been acting slightly unusual. Like he never gives me the middle finger in less I do it first or I catch him staring at me sometimes.

 I thought about how I felt about him. I always hated him, but lately I seem to always get excited when I see him. And I don't know why. Whatever the feeling is, I'm choosing to ignore it. No way would I ever be able to date my brothers friends. It was just plain weird.

I walked out of the school doors and headed towards Nicks car.  I saw Carter leaning against it. Nick wasn't there yet. Great, I have to wait with the perv. I walked up to the car and lent on the opposite side of the car that Carter was on. I refuse to talk to him. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and lent my head against the car. I have such a headache. I heard a noise so I opened my eyes only to scream. Carter was standing right in front of me with his hands placed on each side of me. Trapping me between his arms.

"Your ingnoring me." He said.

"I don't know why people say your dumb. You cached onto that quick." I said tilting my head to the side and smiled innocently at him. He smiled back.

"What can I say? I'm just amazing." He said. He paused for a second and then looked at me frowning." Who says I'm dumb?" He asked. It was a joke! Accept I do remember one person calling him a dumb man whore.

"Will." I said. I laughed at the memory.

"That little poofter." Carter growled. I hit him in the chest. No one calls my best friend a poofter! Accept me of course. I can call him whatever I want.

"Don't call him names!" I said. He rolled his eyes at me. God he pissed me off. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.

"Don't start moaning babe." He pleaded. Babe? BABE? Who does he think he was talking to. I'm not one of his little slutty followers. I raised my hand to hit him but he caught it easily. Damm his strength I thought to myself as I struggled to get out of his grip. While I was struggling I didn't notice the fact that he was leaning in closer and closer to me. He crushed his lips on to mine and I stood there frozen. He was kissing me!? The strangest thing was that I wanted to kiss him back. I started moving my lips against his. The kiss started to heat up quickly. Carter was such a good kisser. No wonder girls follow his around everywhere. That thought kind of snapped me out of it and I pulled back to look in to his eyes.

He was still so close to me. Our breathes were coming out in ragged gasps. I took a step back. I just made out with my brother best friend. There had to be something wrong with that. It didn't feel wrong though. Carter was about to say something but he was cut off by my brother.

"How did you two survive being near to each other without killing each other." He asked as he dugged his car keys out of his pocket.

"It was actually pretty easy." Carter said. I jumped into the car and ignored the two of them in the front seat the entire way home.

What the hell have I done?