Call Me Crazy [Book 2]

Chapter Seven

As soon as his lips moved against mine, I jolted back, realization hitting me like a truck.

"Derek!" I hissed, shoving him away from me. "Why did you do that?"

He smirked at me, and I wanted to smack it off of him. "Well, why else do guys kiss girls? They're hot, like you. And you just looked so kissable." I cursed myself as I felt my cheeks heat up.

"You're an asshole," I sneered, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What!" He was clearly amused by this. "Because I wanted to kiss you? I'm an asshole for thinking you're hot?"

"Clearly I didn't want to kiss you," I huffed, glaring at him.

"Well now I see that!" He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Okay, I'm sorry I kissed you Kristen. But let me tell you, you're really cute all flustered and pissed off at me."

I groaned in annoyance, stomping back into the house without so much as a glance back at Derek. It's official, I hate him. He knows how to get under my skin, and that pisses me off. I just wish he would stay the hell away from me.

"So, I saw you and Derek go outside. Did you get lucky?" Mackenzie asked me, and I just rolled my eyes at her.

"He kissed me and I got pissed off at him. So no, I did not get lucky. I would never get lucky with Derek even if it was the last thing I had to do." She chuckled at my annoyance, patting my shoulder.

"You really do hate him. That's probably safe, to hate him I mean. If you liked him, who knew what would happen." Once again, her words stuck to me.

Damn, I need another drink.

***

I squinted as I became aware of something bright shining in my eyes and waking me up. Opening my eyes was definitely a regret and I quickly shut them again. My head pounded so uncomfortably, as if someone was taking a hammer and repeatedly banging my head with it. I slowly realized my surroundings. I was laying in Mackenzie's bed as Rachel snored next to me, still dead to the world. I tried to get up a second time and even though it was painful I still managed to roll out of bed.

I walked downstairs to find water that will hopefully cure my headache a bit until I could get home and take medication, and was greeted by Mackenzie who held a trash bag in her hands.

"Let me help," I suggested, taking the bag from her hands. She smiled at me.

"Thank God, you're the first one awake and I need more help than just one person cleaning this mess." She sighed and looked around. "The night is always so fun but the morning sucks so much." We chuckled quietly and silently cleaned up the mess of last night.

"Did anyone leave last night? Like, who is still here?" She tossed a stack of red solo cups in the bag.

"Well most of everyone left last night, but you, Rach, and um, some of the soccer team, and I'm pretty sure D-"

"Morning girls," The stupid voice I was dreading to hear greeted us, and I groaned mentally. Kenzie gave me an amused smile.

"Derek! How was the party? Did you enjoy getting to know our crazy class?" Kenzie asked him. He chuckled, bending down to grab a beer bottle under the coffee table.

"Yeah, this class is pretty crazy, but nothing I can't handle. I really think I fit in here." Derek turned to me and smirked, and I just rolled my eyes at him. If Carter ever knew this kid he would-

Shit. Carter.

"Kenz I'll be right back, I haven't checked my phone since I got here last night and we all know who is probably going to kick my ass..." She chuckled.

"Right, good luck with that K." Taking the stairs two at a time, I ran into her room to find my purse. Luckily it was right next to my vans and I pulled my phone out, turning it on. I cringed at all the texted and missed calls notifications I was receiving. and of course he got Brendan in on this. Great, now I have two people kicking my ass.

Without bothering to read any of them, I dialed Carter's number. My heart actually pumped wildly because I was nervous as to what Carter was going to say-

"Fucking hell Kristen I fucking hate you." And there he goes. "Where the fuck were you last night? Do you know how many times I tried reaching you? I even got Brendan in on this-are you even listening?"

"Yes Carter, I'm sorry. I went to a party last night to celebrate our first week of Senior year and I turned my phone off." Guilt was eating away at my insides because I wanted to tell him about the stupid kiss, but I don't think telling him over the phone was very smart. I walked into the hallway so I didn't disturb Rachel.

"Okay you totally could've texted me before you did though. You know how worried I get..." He mumbled the last part which made me feel twice as bad.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled weakly. Now I wish I never rolled out of bed, or never went to the damn party in the first place.

"It's alright, just warn me next time okay? I have to go to class now, love you and miss you!"

Well, that's definitely not how I wanted to talk to my boyfriend after a couple days.

Sighing, I walked back down the stairs to find most of the house cleaned. All I want to do is go home and sleep but I would feel bad leaving Mackenzie to clean up.

"Who were you talking to?" Derek asked me as soon as I plopped myself down at the kitchen counter. I sighed, setting my head in my hands and propping my arms on the counter. I don't want to deal with any of his shit today. Or any day, for that matter.

"My boyfriend," I replied smartly, and he flinched the slightest bit.

"Well you forgot to add that in the picture last night," He replied somewhat smugly.

"There is no picture Derek. You kissed me and I have yet to tell him, and just like any boyfriend would, he'll be pissed off at me. Especially because he doesn't know you."

"Well, he seems cool. Is he in our class?" I laughed humorlessly.

"He goes to New York University." Derek didn't seem phased. Honestly I thought he would be a bit intimidated, but obviously not.

"Cool," He commented, "That's one of my top 5 choices." Of course it is, I thought to myself.

"Well I'm tired and I'd like to get home, so-" Just then Rachel ran down the stairs in a hurry.

"Sorry K, I can't take you home, my mom and Justin are about to shoot me so I have to go!" Before I could even say anything, she slammed the door without so much as a bye. Ouch.

I groaned, resting my head on the table. The coolness felt good for my headache.

"I can drive you home Kristen," He offered. I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you can," I muttered, and he chuckled.

"Why do you hate me so much? I'm really not a bad guy."

"You kissed me Derek, and your cocky personality pisses me off to be honest."

"And I'm okay with that. At least you're honest." I rolled my eyes, but chuckled with him.

"Okay, take me to your Derek-mobile, I'd like to get home." Maybe Derek really isn't a bad guy. Maybe I just need to get to know him.

***

"Um, thanks for the ride. I guess I'll see you Monday?" He grinned at me and nodded as I got out of the car. Before he drove away though, he rolled down the window.

"By the way, your ass looks good in those leggings." I flipped him off as he drove away laughing. Fucking prick.

I unlocked the front door and shut it behind me, kicking off my vans and sighing. Welcome back to an empty, silent house. I might just ask Rachel to stay over with me for a while until I know when my parents are coming home from their business trip.

Sighing, I trekked up the steps to take a much needed shower. After my hot shower I'm taking pain medication for this stupid headache and taking a nap, because that sounded perfect right now. Although taking a nap with Carter sounded so much better, I had to erase that thought from my mind because he wasn't here.

***

Monday came all too quickly and I was still sleep deprived. I slumped into my seat in homeroom, throwing my bag on the floor and resting my head on my desk in hopes for a couple minutes of sleep.

"Someone is still hungover from Friday." I groaned, but made no move to lift my head up from my desk.

"Go away Derek," I mumbled, and I heard him chuckle. "I'm just tired. I'm not still hungover." He chuckled again, and I almost got up to smack him across the face.

"Whatever you say cutie."

"Don't call me that." I thanked my lucky stars when Rachel walked in and Derek went to go talk to Zach.

"Hey," I greeted, and she fell in the seat next to me. "How did it go Saturday morning?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't take you home. I felt so bad. My parents didn't really do anything, they were just pissed I didn't call them. And you know how Justin gets when I don't text him."

"Sounds like someone I know..." I mumbled, referring to my possessive boyfriend.

"Yeah, how did Carter take it?"

"Well he was pretty mad about it, and he brought Brendan into it so they both were mad. I haven't really talked to them all weekend either. They're just busy with classes." I had to force myself to convince myself that, because I was worried why he hadn't texted me as much as I thought he would. Surely he isn't still pissed about the party.

The school day dragged on as if it was teasing me that I couldn't sleep. So when the final bell rang I heaved a sigh of relief and walked out to the parking lot to my car. I flopped on my bed when I got home, and my phone vibrated on my bedside table. I didn't recognize the number, but I rolled my eyes and knew who it was instantly.

Hope you get some sleep ;) take some medication for that headache

"Derek, you really are an idiot," I muttered.

How did you get my number? And I don't have a headache but thanks to you I might get one soon.

Mackenzie gave it to me;) She's a nice girl

"Damn it Mackenzie," I muttered, throwing my phone to the side. I didn't feel like dealing with his shit so I made myself comfortable and once I closed my eyes I was asleep. 

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