Crazy Differences Between Us

Carter/ Amelia Ch.11

Seeing her face when I asked what happened, literally caused my heart to tear a little. I was the one who was making her go through this whole fake dating thing, and now she was getting ambushed because of it.

I tried to get my mind off of it as we entered another dress store. I honestly had no idea what we were looking for, but as long as it looked alright, we were going to buy it.

"What about this one?" Amelia asks me.

"The color isn't so great," I answer truthfully. It was a nice dress, but the color was a very bright lime green.

"But they have it in the other colors," she says.

"Yea, but we don't see the full effect. Plus homecoming is soon."

"Yea you're right."

We keep walking towards the back of the store when I make eye contact with Mackenzie. I check the time and realize that school would've already let out. When I look up again, she simply stares at me dead in the eye, and smirks. I just wanna hurt that girl.

I feel like I shouldn't be getting attached to Amelia. I mean we are fake dating, and if I plan to end it soon, I have to let her go. My only problem is that, I'm already attached.
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"Thanks for this Carter," Amelia says to me, as we sit parked in front of her house.

"It's no big deal," I respond.

"Honestly it is. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come to my rescue this morning." She pauses and looks at me, and the next thing she says is so quiet I'm not even sure I hear her. "You were the prince saving the lady in distress."

Now I know, this is where I'm supposed to kiss her, and fireworks go off, and everyone's supposed to be happy. But that didn't happen. She simply gave me a kiss on the cheek and got out of the car.
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AMELIA'S POV
I don't know what overcame me. I freaking gave Carter a kiss on cheek. Carter freaking Wilson. The captain of the football team. My boyfriend. Sorry, my fake boyfriend.

I mean I wasn't planning on kissing him on the cheek, but- I was cut off by the doorbell ringing.

I went back downstairs, and opened the door. It was Joey carrying all his shoulder pads and practice clothes. As soon as he looked up, he smiled, but then frowned.

"How come you left school? How come Carter wasn't at school? How come you didn't tell me about what's been bothering you?" He asks suddenly.

"I was with Carter. Carter was with me. And I don't wanna talk about it," I reply.

"Oh we're gonna talk about it. You can't just skip school with your new boyfriend." He spits out the last word as if it's the worst thing he's ever tasted.

So I still haven't explained to Joey about Carter and I having a fake relationship. I mean it's barely been about a week.

"He isn't my boyfriend," I whisper quickly.

"What did you say?"

"I said he isn't my boyfriend," I respond, a bit louder.

"Did that bitch break your heart. That little- imma kill his ass," Joey says with anger.

"No, Joey. It's nothing like that." I look at him with pleading eyes.