🌸Carly's POV🌸
It was the next day and I sat in Devin and I's usual lunch spot, which was next to the fence near the football field. After what Adelaide had said to me yesterday, I made sure to now always keep my guard up around her. I waited for about fifteen more minutes, and Devin had still not shown up. This was very unlike him. We always are together. I then decided to take advantage of the peaceful time I had and took out my book. I then rested my back on the metallic fence as I began to read and eat. A voice from the other side of the fence, then interrupted my silence. "What are you reading?" asked a voice I knew all too well, Jack Emerson. I didn't even need to look up, to know who the voice belonged to. Jack was the most popular asshole at Oakland High. Many of the big parties in town were held at the Emerson's due to how rich they were and how nice their home was. He was a player and had hooked up with probably about every girl in my class. The only person that Jack Emerson cared about in this world, was himself. I then replied to the person I despised, "I'm reading 50 ways to get an arrogant asshole to stop talking to you." I usually kept quiet, but people like him caused me to get angry and voice my thoughts. I then grabbed my belongings and headed to the bleachers. He sadly decided to join me. He sat next to me on the bleacher step. "Wow, you really don't like me, do you Fields? Where is your boyfriend?" He asked me. I then looked into his dark browns and rolled my eyes. "I thought you would have realized that by now, Emerson, but I guess not. Devin is not my boyfriend, he's my best friend!" I exclaimed, an annoyed tone in my voice. He then said with a smirk, "Whatever you say. He must be a great friend if he doesn't even bother to come eat lunch with you." I then gathered my things and stood up. I stood on one of the steps facing him. "You don't know anything about me, Jack! Why are you even talking to me?!Are you getting paid to?!" I exclaimed. "I may not know anything about you, but I definitely know there is something weird about that red head that your friend has been hanging around with. She's a little too nice. I'm talking to you because you come off as interesting to me. I also kind of wish I was getting paid to talk to you. So extra money would be great right now." He said with his signature smirk forming as he looked into my blues. A sigh then escaped my lips, "What do you mean I come off as interesting to you? And I don't think you need any extra money, you rich asshole." He then said, "I just feel like there's more to you, Carly. Also, I know you love me. Like how could you not." He said with a laugh. "I will never love you, Emerson." The thought of that just makes me sick. I then gathered my things getting ready to go. "You'll fall for me in no time. Make sure to watch your back, Fields. You can't trust everyone." He said looking at me once again I then said with one last look at the dark haired boy, "In your dreams. Also, I'm not taking your idiot advice."
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It was finally last period, which was my directed study. I sat in the library thinking what Jack had said. Maybe there was something strange about Adelaide. If there is, then why are Emerson and I the only ones who can see it. A voice then said from next to me, "Hey I haven't seen you all day." I then looked up. It was Devin. A smile formed on his face. "Maybe because you ditched me at lunch." I said with disappointment in my voice. His expression then changed to something more serious. "Carl, I'm sorry. I ate with Adelaide. I'll make it up to you, alright." He said. I then let out a sigh of relief. "It's ok. Just don't let it happen again. Whatever you do to make it up to me, better be really good." I said feeling a tad better. "Why? What happened?" He asked, concern in his voice. I took off my light pink jacket due to how hot the library was. "I had Emerson bugging me the whole lunch. I wanted to scream. He's the worst." A smirk then appeared on my best friends face. "So it's ok if I invite him to eat with us everyday." I then slapped his arm lightly. "Not funny!" I said laughing. "Why are you laughing then?" He asked trying to contain his laughter. "Oh shut up, Miller." I replied.
