Boxer Girl Hates Mr Popular

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Derrick Jones

I left inside after apologizing to Carter, knowing she still hates me. I cant even believe I said I loved her. I did, but knew she didn't love me back. She hates me for the most part.

"Derrick Hun, whered you go?" My mother knocked on the door.

"I had a talk with Carter then came here. Did something happen?" I asked.

"No, just asking. Carter just got home, so did her cousin. Oh, did you hear about Easter?"

"Yeah, its this weekend,"

"I mean with the Morris's?"

"No," I said confused.

"Well its on my calender. Were going to the beach for eater, cant wait. Have a nice sleep. Remember school tomorrow. No skipping or leaving early." She said looking at me in the eyes.
"Tomorrow is Thursday which is my free day. Come on mom I tell you this every week." I sighed and she hopped her head and walked away mumbling an okay.

I stood up and walked out to my balcony. Carters room was the basement, and it had a door and a small window, which was always opened. I saw her sleeping. Must'eve been a busy day. Duh Derrick, she had to deal with Bitchney, she obviously hates you, her cousin, training, and what you just confessed to her.

I mentally shut up the voice in my head and jumped into the yard. I have to talk to her. Not a good idea Derrick.

"Would you shut up?!?!" I shouted. Crap.

"Nobody was talking," I heard Carter's tired voice. I looked toward her door, and she was rubbing her eyes.

"Sorry, it was my uh- mind," I stuttered.

"Oh," She looked down to her feet.

"Did I wake you?" I asked and got a bit closer.

"Sorta, so did you jump down to the floor?" She stopped and stepped closer. "You shouldn't grunt so loud, when your parents are in that living room." She whispered and pointed behind me to my house.

"I guess I shouldn't," I agreeded.

"So, about earli-"

"It was a mistake, l'm sorry. Ugh I'm so stupid, you were my bestfriend I know how easy it is to get forgiveness from you, I-"

"STOP!- sorry, um I do forgive you, I think. You aren't stupid, and what you did wasn't a mistake. It made me think how I was so rude to you, when all you wanted to do was apologize." She stopped me. I stood there. "So, um. From what you also said, the err... L word. I felt the same, but couldn't say the same knowing how much you changed. But... I'm willing to restart this,"

"Yes!" I shouted a little excited.

"Okay, so. Uh.. hey friend." She said and played with her feet.

"Oh, so now I'm just friend? I can live with that," She laughed. Oh how I missed that laugh. You want to kiss her? No. Okay, what are you going to do if she has a boyfriend? Nothing, its her life. Your going to be jealous, just like you were earlier today. With her own cousin. Just be quite, we're friends now.

"Hello earth to Derrick?" I felt her wave her hand in my face.

"What? Oh sorry. My -"

"Your mind. I know you blacked out alot when we were friends," She giggled and stepped back.

"Yeah," I rubbed the back of my neck and bit my lip.

"Now your either nervous or embarrassed," She mumbled.

"I guess we were close." I said, and looked at her, her face changed.

"Closer than you know, Jones."

"Now were on the last name bases. Okay fine, Morris."

"What ever, wanna come in?" She asked.

"Sure,"

We got inside her room, and just like always she had a mess. She wasn't a big neat freak like me.

"Oh God, Carter. Do you ever clean up anything?"

"The molding food, and my body pretty much," She said and kicked a box of pizza to the side. "I like my room dirty,"

"Why? I'm a guy and my room is spotless," I stated and started picking up all her dirty clothes.

"I don't know, I'm barely in here, since I either KO on the couch or don't sleep at all. And stop cleaning,"

"You really like boxing. And no, this is just horrible. Get on the bed and chill out, I'm cleaning this room." I scold and she crossed her arms and sat on her bed. I noticed the chick I gave her our first Easter together. She even named it Rick for the end half of my name.

"Nice to see you still sleep with Rick," I said, and threw all her clothes in a basket.

"Rick, yeah I take him to my fights too," She said, and started brushing ricks fur.

"Speaking of fights, do you think you could beat Britney?" I asked. Yes Britney aka Bitchney boxes, and has been champion for 3 years, when Carters dad died so did her fighting luck. After that she never won again. But this year shes winning for her dad, since the competition is on the day he passed away. She wants to win, I'm guessing, shes been training for months. Hardcore training too.

"I want to so badly, but stupid Bitchney, has something against me, which makes it more of a death bed for me," She explained.

"True. But I see how hard you train. I believe you can take her down. Does she have a weak spot?"

"All of her minions and her have the same weak spot. Their silicone boobs," She stated and sounded pissed.

"That's extra true, didn't one of hers like break in a fight a couple weeks ago?" I asked, remembering how she tried to get the money from me to fix it.

"Ha- yeah. I cant wait to break both of them so she could go back to flat chest Brit."

"Whoa their Car, she is my gi-"

"Don't, I don't care about her or your friends. If this is going to work you will not talk about none of those people. Okay?" She stood up and got close to where she backed me up on the wall.

"Yeah,"

"Good, you hungry?"

"Are you going to give me moldy pizza?"

"No....I can cook too," She said and put her hands on her hips.

"Okay, I'll finish up here and meet you upstairs,"