Emily's Escape

Chapter 7

I woke up with a headache. Where am I? The heavy comforter didn't feel like mine. And the smell, it smelled like expensive perfume for men. I opened my eyes and realized that I was in Carter's room. I sat up and saw Carter sitting at his desk. He was typing away on his computer.

"Uhm, Carter, I think I should go home now," I said and got out the bed. His head snapped towards me and he smiled.

"Do you feel better?"

I felt my forehead. It was warm but not as hot as it was before.

"Yeah, a little. Look, thanks for taking care of me, but I would appreciate it if we kept this between us," I said and gathered my belongings. He nodded.

"Yeah, it would damage by bad ass reputation if people knew I took care of a girl," he said and chuckled. Even though he was joking, it was true. His reputation would be damaged if people knew he took care of me.

I smiled and walked to the door he got up and followed me down the stairs.

"Do you need a ride home?" he asked. I thought about it. Did I? I still felt sick and I really didn't want to take the bus right now. As if he could read my mind he took a pair of car keys lying on a glass table beside the door. I gave him a thankful smile and we walked to his car.

It looked expensive and fancy, as it stood parked in their garage. Three cars were parked beside it, they all too looked expensive. This family must have a lot of money.

I got in the car and sat my bag in my lap.

"So you're address?" Carter asked. Shit, I forgot I had to give him my address. If I'd remembered, I wouldn't be sitting here right now.

Pulling myself together I gave him my address. He typed the address into his GPS and drove out of the garage and onto the road.

I felt cold and pulled my sleeves further down my hands. Carter noticed and without a word he blasted the heat. I, again, gave him a thankful smile but he just chuckled.

We didn't say much during the ride and soon we were sitting in front of the house I lived in.

"Is this your house?" he asked. He didn't sound disgusted or as if he was better than me, he was asking out of curiousness. I nodded.

"Yup," I said and took my bag. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was almost 7 o'clock. Had I really been at his house for that long?

"Omg, it's 7! I'm so sorry, I have wasted your entire day," I said. I felt so bad. He was probably angry with me.

"It's fine, I didn't have any plans anyway, besides, I just did my other homework when you were sleeping," I was a little relieved but I still felt bad.

"Uhm, I'm really sorry about getting sick, I... Uhm, my immune system isn't at its finest," I joked although it was true. I was constantly getting sick.

"It's fine, really Emily, don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry about," he said and smiled at me. I couldn't help but think that he looked gorgeous. I shook the thoughts out of my head.

Don't be silly; he would never even consider you.

You are too ugly.

Too fat.

"I'm sorry you had to waste your day on me," I said hoping he could forgive me. My stomach then growled loudly. I looked down surprised. I put a hand on my stomach and pressed in hoping it would stop. This was embarrassing.

"Hey, do you want to get some food?" Carter asked.

"What?" I asked bluntly and surprised. Why would he ask me that? I would never. Even when I do eat, I would never eat in front of someone else, especially not in front of him.