*Isabelle's POV*
"Well, actually I-" Carter was about to talk, but 2 more fans came over. He took a picture with them, then Carter and I sat on a bench in the mall.
"So?" I asked.
"Isabelle, I... I guess I kinda like you." He said.
I was so shocked. Was this true?!
"Wait, really?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Well I like you too." I said. "And no, you don't have to worry. I'm not one of those girls who likes guys for their fame."
He smiled at me. He leaned over and kissed me cheek. I just couldn't believe Carter Reynolds actually liked me! From all the fans, I'm surprised he didn't ditch me for them. We both stood up and continued walking.
We walked for a few minutes, and then we went into a coffee shop.
"Would you like some coffee?" He asked. "My treat."
"I would love some. Thank you."
"You go find a seat, and I'll be right there."
"Wait, you don't know what I want." I said.
"I'll surprise you!!"
I smiled, and he kissed my forehead. I turned around and went to go get a seat. When I sat down, I saw a fan of Carter sit down in front of me.
"Excuse me? That spot's taken." I said.
"By who?" She asked dumbly.
"Carter."
"Carter Reynolds?" She asked.
"Yes! Now if you could go that'd be great."
"Sorry, I just came here to tell you this: Carter will never be yours. He'll be mine. So you can just quit holding his little hand, acting like you're both together."
"I'm sorry, first of all, you're judging me when you don't even know my name, and second CARTER ALREADY TOLD ME HE LIKES ME AND NOW WE'RE TOGETHER."
"Not true. You're to ugly for him."
"You see, whatever your name is-" she interrupted me.
"It's Abigail."
"Well okay. You see ABIGAIL, I may be ugly to you, but obviously not Carter."
"Whatever. You'll see. He's gonna dump you, and go to me!" Abigail got up, and walked away, flipping her blonde hair off her shoulder. Then Carter came and sat down. He gave me a coffee.
"Thanks!" I said taking a sip.
"You're welcome."
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Mmm, 7:30." He said while checking his phone.
"Well we have time!" I said.
Carter and I finished our coffee and we walked out the shop. While we were walking, I noticed Abigail walking past us every 5 minutes. I had a plan. Next time I saw Abigail, I was going to kiss Carter. Not on the cheek, on the lips.
