Esther's P O V
"I am so sorry for doing that to you, Esther, but why didn't you tell me that you were seeing him? I just do not want to lose him and I guess it all went to my head about the whole situation. I trust that you guys did nothing since you are my new best friend, but how could you do this to me, Es? I do not want to keep arguing either but I need to know the whole story!"
Clarissa had just came to my house in tears saying she was sorry for lying to Hayes but she wanted to know why I snuck out every night to meet with him. Honestly, I have no idea because it was just something I could not even explain, even to Callie if I ever saw her again. The thing was that even if I did explain it to Clari then she would just use it against me and I have a really bad feeling about her now. " Ummm.... I would tell you why but I honestly do not know and yes I am sorry for seeing him without telling you. Trust me though their was no physical or mental touching, we just talked."
She seemed to calm down after hearing about the touching and a smile immediately appeared unnaturally. She wiped the 'tears' away and sat up straight with happiness radiating off of her. What I did not tell her was that I was planning on leaving back to Wyoming because it has been too long for this not seeing Mark. Clari jumped up from my bed and put her hand in the air. "I, Clarissa Cander, have something for you but I left it at my house. I was meaning to give it to you earlier but there was that whole misunderstanding. I will be back, so do not move!"
With that she ran out of my apartment and I could swear that I saw a evil smirk on her face before she left. I quickly grabbed my belongings and stuffed my phone in my pocket. I opened my apartment door and the room across mine opened. I was about to go back in when I saw who it was. Hayes. Both of our eyes are wide and he looked at the bag, I was carrying. " Your leaving? Then you will have to leave quick because Clarissa is reporting you to the police with the whole news thing."
"Why are you telling me this? By the way Clari is on her way over here soon, so if you would excuse me, Hayes."
I turned to leave when he pulled me into his apartment and locked the door. I was then pushed against the wall and his breath went onto my neck, causing me to shiver. By this time my bags were on the floor and I glared at Hayes. "Let go of me, Hayes! I do not have time for this, I have to get home! I have to see Callie and Mark and Dylan!"
I yelled those names out like he could have known them but I was sure he didn't. I was wrong. His grip on my wrists loosened and his eyes widened. "You know Callie? How is she?"
Now I was bewildered and was about to get out of his grip when it tightened yet again. I groaned in frustration and said, " Of course I know her, she is my best friend. Wait, I do not need to explain myself to you! Why are you talking to me all of the sudden!?"
I was as confused as pie as to why he was talking to me when he was so mad at me for all the stuff Clari told him. Hayes looked at me with remorse and then said, "Because Clarissa told me the truth after we left the skate park. And yes, you are right you do not have to explain yourself to me because I have to explain myself to you, along with saying I was a huge jerk to you for not believing you."
He looked at me to say something but I was just waiting for him to explain. He noticed and let go of my wrists. "Okay it all started when I was in 10th grade. You already know why I ran away but you do not know how or from who, so this is what I will explain to you. In tenth grade, my parents pushed me to be a straight A student, great athlete in all sports, and do everything they ask even if it meant to do something weird. I even went through peer pressure to do drugs of any kind and to drink. One day I just got fed up with all the stress everyone was putting on me, except my sister, that when I went to pick up my best friend from a party and found out he was wasted, I wanted to leave. Dead or alive. What I did not expect was to get in an accident, but when it happened I immediately left the car and ran to some kind of shelter away from my house. I left my friend, Eli and I left my sister Callie. Esther, my real name is..."
I cut him off before he could finish and said, "Carson. How is this possible! Everyone thinks you are dead, and Callie was miserable without you!"
I kept ranting on and on while walking back and forth while flailing my arms in the air. I then stopped walking when I heard Haye... Carson laugh. I looked at him and smiled. Just then my phone started vibrating and I took it out of my pocket to see Clarissa's name on the screen. I hung up with no thought about it and Carson looked at me for my explanation. "You already know my story. All you need to know is that Callie is dating Eli while I am dating Mark well not officially yet. I am the Andersons daughter but I really do dislike them since they abandoned me and show up like everything is fine and and I ju..."
I felt tears well up in my eyes. Where were these tears coming from? I sighed and looked at Carson's light brown eyes while stepping back because of his closeness. I hit the wall and mumbled under my breath. Carson put his hand on my cheek while his eyes softened. He then wiped a strand tear away from my eye and said, "Don't cry, you do not look pretty when you cry. Besides, Mark is one lucky bastard."
I was about to ask him what he meant when he pressed his lips on mine and my mind went blank. I could not even process what was going on until he moved away and looked at my expression. I put my fingers on my lips and my eyes widened in surprise. My cheeks immediately flushed and I pointed at him. "Y...Y...You! You can not just do that to me! I.... I have a boyfriend! You can not just kiss me when you feel li.."
He cut me off with yet another kiss and this time chuckled. "You talk to much. By the way, you said you were not a couple with him officially, so what is wrong with kissing me? After all it is not like we barely know each other."
He then pushed a strand of my now black hair behind my ear and started playing with the curls. His eyes looked at me caringly but I could not do this. I grabbed his hand and put it down by his side. "I am sorry, Carson, but you are my best friend's brother. That just isn't right! You are also friends with Mark and that is not right either. "
He frowned and tried to entwined his fingers with mine but I pulled my hand away. I looked in the distance and the awkward tension filled the air. The whole situation was just making me question everything. "Why does my sister, have to approve if we went out with each other if I am older than her? I have finally come to truly like a girl more than Clarissa and she rejects me. This has never happened before?! I even dumped Clarissa for you, Esther!"
No matter what I could say I knew just would hurt him more and I did not want to hurt him anymore. "I did not ask you to like me, Carson, or to dump Clari for me! Besides can we focus on how you are going to explain yourself to Callie?"
I tried to change the topic and he noticed and sighed. "Fine, but you can't stay here, it is too dangerous. Lets go find you a hotel."
* * *
The search for finding the perfect hotel took hours of awkwardness and silence until we finally found the Hampton hotel. I gathered my suitcases and noticed there were two extra suitcases bug begore I could say anything Carson came around and grabbed them.
" Did you actually think you would be staying in a hotel by yourself?"
He went in before I could answer and I sighed. This guy was difficult. When we had got to our room, I gasped because there was only one bed and Carson did not tell me anything. "How are we going to do this? There is only one bed!"
Carson groaned. "We both will share the bed, captain obvious. If you have a problem with it then just sleep on the floor."
With that he started changing into his pajamas and I shrieked while closing my eyes. I went into the bathroom and changed quickly. When I came out Carson was already on the bed with his back facing me. I sighed. "Isn't the guy supposed to sleep on the floor for the girl?"
He smirked and said, "Well I want to sleep on this comfy bed so get over it. Besides we should get some sleep because the breakfast here is at 8 and you better wake up early."
I staggered over to the bed and I laid down to where my back was facing him. If Mark found out about this, he would go crazy.
