Saving Me ~Nash Grier and Carter Reynolds Fanfic~

Chapter 17

***Carter's POV***

Today at the mall nearly killed me. I saw them laughing, kissing, hugging, and everything I wish I could do with Violet. She looks happy, but I cant help but think I could make her that happy or even more. I cant help but think why does he have to have her? Why cant I?

When the guys ask me to leave with them, I don't hesitate to leave this damned place. I know she was staring at me the entire time as I left, but I couldn't bring myself around to look back at her. I just couldn't. I knew if I did I would stay here to be with her and put up with more shit that Nash does that I want to. I want every kiss they share to be between me and her. I want every hug they have share to be with me and her. I want everything with her.

The guys and I all cram into the second SUV in the parking lot. I cant help but want to run back in there and kiss the girl I love, but I somehow refrain. As we drive off, I see her being pushed out of the doors by Nash. She is laughing. I love her smile, her laugh, just her. I love her. I smile as she does but as she becomes a speck outside the window, my smile fades.

"Dude what was wrong earlier?" Jack J asks. "And don't lie to me either bro." he says with a threatening smirk. I hate how much every one of the guys knows me too well... except they don't know my feeling for Violet. Except for Nash. And man that's awkward.

"Oh um nothing." I lie. "I was just tired and had a headache." I try to have a convincing look on my face, but I feel as if it doesn't work.

"Okay man. Whatever you say." Jack rolls his eyes and returns his attention back to his phone. I look around the car. Matt and Jack G are in conversation and Jack J is on his phone intently. Aaron is leaning on the window with his eyes shut and headphones in. I decide to put my headphones in too. Talk Dirty comes on and I think of how Violet sang so carefree in the car earlier. She wasn't too bad. I mean I have heard worse. She is still as perfect as ever though. I listen to the song and I decide to check my twitter. I have a bunch of questions that fans have asked me. I decide to ignore them for the time being and return them later. I look at my new followers. I notice one. @MorganMerryman1. That's Violet's bestfriend. Maybe Violet has a twitter. I go through all of Morgan's followers and finally find hers. @VioletJonell. I immediately follow her. I scroll through her feed and see a bunch of supportive quotes, tweets about me and the boys, tweets about her father, tweets about everything. There are pictures of her and her mother. Pictures of her in the hospital. Pictures of her and Morgan and Tristyn. Then I see the pictures of her with all of us guys at MagCon. The one of me and her is cute, she is smiling so big and I am too. I screenshot it.  I tweet one simple sentence that makes yearn for her more.

"@CarterReynolds:

If you only knew how much you mean to me, then maybe it would all pan out right."

I go back to her page, and see a number in the description. Honey don't you know better than to leave your number on twitter while dating one of us. I laugh slightly at the stupidity but immediately save it to my contacts. I finish looking through her page and log off. I go to my contacts and click on the no named contact. I put it in as "Violet<3" hoping no one takes my phone. We reach the hotel.

"Well I think I am just gonna chill in my room. Probably catch up on some sleep." I tell the boys. They all nod accordingly and we head our separate ways. I share a room with Shawn, but seeing as he is staying with Nash for the night, I get the room to myself. Yay. I walk into the room and head straight for my bed closest to the window. I lay there comfortably, thinking about the girl I have fallen in love with in the course of three days.

Should I text her? I contemplate this idea for about an hour. Laying on the bed mentally listing the pros and cons of this. What if she doesn't answer? So. Wait until she does. I want to sort all of this out. We need to talk. It could help us, and I need the reassurance. Finally I get the balls and type the message.