The Music Next Door

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

"Here, fetch!" Stella threw one of her million collections of dresses towards me as she stormed into my room.

I caught it right on time and glared at her "Fetch? Well hello to you too," I examined the dress and shook my head "Pass."

She scoffed and threw another one at me. I looked at it, shrugged and decided to put it on anyways. After trying on about almost twenty dresses, I decided to take a break and went to the kitchen to drain some nice fresh water into my system.

I sighed. Trying out dresses isn’t easy at all when you have a best friend telling you that everything's not good because according to her it needs to be perfect. Even though I don't know what perfect is for her. And I quote exactly what she said, It's not a house party it's the freaking Winter Ball Dance, so you have to shine bright like a diamond!

Well it's not like I've ever been to one so I don't know what's so special about it. All I know is that they celebrate it each year.

I grabbed a random glass, but put it down again right after I had heard the doorbell ring. I swung open the door with a bored look on my face as I thought about how to kill the person that rang the bell because she or he had disturbed me for drinking some nice fresh water.

Carter was standing there with a smile plastered on his face. He scratched the back of his head as if he was trying to find the right words to say "Uhm uhm, first of all I-"

Bang!

I shut the door right in front of his face, blinked twice and opened the door again. He stood there with a poker face on, but his eyes were searching my eyes for some signs. I sighed dramatically and told him to continue.

"I wasn't actually really totally avoiding you. I just felt like uhm not talking to you. Honestly, you are dating a major dick. And I thought that I might be a bother to him or you. Well I don't care about that loser, but it's just not cool. This shit I’m trying to sa-"

"Your point is?" I raised one eyebrow as I placed one hand on my hips.

"I-I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted."

"What?"

"I mean like apart from you calling my boyfriend a major d-bag I still think that this not talking thing is childish. But if you don't want to talk to me then tell me and don't ignore. And no you aren't bothering."

Bothering? Is he fucking right in the head? He smells too good to bother me to be quite honest.

Relieve washed through his face. "Thanks."

"It must've been hard to apologize huh?"

"Well yeah. Most of the time I'm not the one apologizing, but other people do it instead by getting on their knees for me." He stated with a smirk on his face. The smirk that I hated so much that I missed it. "You look beautiful in that dress by the way."

I looked down at my dress and that's when I remembered. I was currently just wearing a black dress. The top of the dress was a strapless bodice, heart shaped and it had a cupcake skirt style. The ends were ruffled just like the dresses of the ones of the Cinderella’s films. My hair was just flowing over my shoulder without even brushing it and I wasn't wearing any make-up.