Constantine's neighbor

Chapter 9

Carters POV

I don't know what I expect when I walk into school the next day. I had told Constantine that I wasn't at a place in my life where I wanted a boyfriend, but I can't believe I actually thought he wouldn't move on to another girl the next day.

As I watch him press Rachel against the wall with their mouthes pressed together across from my first period class I lightly scoff, I guess its a good thing I didn't agree to anything with him. As he and Rachel kiss they pause to talk in hushed whispers with Rachel running her hands down him arm. I can't help but imagine Rachel as a snake slowly stalking her next victim.

As I go to turn into the class, I catch Constantines eye. With a lazy smirk in my direction, he untangles himself from her and follows me into the classroom.

Pushing my hurt and disappointment back I turn to him with a smile that honestly probably looks more like a grimace than a smile, "hey whats up?"

"Why do you look like your dog got run over?" He said jutting his bottom lip out slightly and leaning forward as if to touch my face. 

I don't know maybe because some asshole told me he liked me and then started making out with another girl the next day. Doesn't help that I actually liked the asshole too. The fact that he has the nerve to pretend he has no idea what he did makes me want to knee him where the sun don't shine in the middle of the lesson.

"Right.. yeah no um I'm just tired.." I fake a yawn in hopes of confirming my lie and feel satisfaction run through me as he leaned back, seemingly content with my explanation.

While he took the seat beside me I couldn't help but have my thoughts drift to him and Rachel. Did he like her? That bitch obviously likes him. Of course the one person I hate at this school is the one he is making out with after admitting that he apparently likes me. Liked me.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when a piece of paper hit me straight it the face. Looking up I saw the girl in front of me look at me with a mortified expression before pointing slyly to a boy in the far right corner of the class.

With his brown curly hair and large athletic build and cocky smile it was obviously he wasn't shy.

When he saw me looking he pointed to the paper.

With slight confusion I open it and felt my face turn red from anger. 

hot girl,

Hey babe are you free tonight? I promise you can do much better than Constantine and his group. Drag your hot ass to my table at lunch and I'll show you how to make this day a lot better. 653-443-4932

-Luke Westfield

As I finished reading I can't help but glance at Constantine to see if he has seen the entire exchange.

His knuckles are gripping the table so tight they are white and I am surprised the table didn't break under the pressure.

"Are you o-"

He cuts me off, "are you going to go" he says through clenched teeth.

Why the hell does he care? He's the one making out with Rachel. This is so fucked up. "Are you dating Rachel?" I ask

"What the fuck does that have anything to do with this?" He spits out from gritted teeth.

"Just answer the damn question" I say through clenched teeth.