He's Just A Player

Chapter 29: Sweet Tooth

Chapter 29: Sweet Tooth

Aiden's P.O.V:

      "I swear to God, if you tell Katie, I will personally kill you. And I'll make it look like an accident," Darren warned, brandishing a knife in his hand.

      I put my hands up defensively.

      "Calm down, man. Why do you care so much anyway? It's not like you like her that much," I replied, rolling my eyes.

      Darren was such a drama queen.

      "Things are complicated right now, and I don't need you coming into things and ruining it for me. Katie would never talk to me again if she knew I told you," he hissed.

      I snorted.

      "Ruining things for you? You mean, ruining Katie ever sleeping with you again, right?"

      Darren turned red.

      "It's not about her sleeping with me! I think - I think I like her more than she likes me," he said.

       "Now you're sounding like a wuss. You know, I bet she likes you just as much as you like her. She's just afraid to say anything because she thinks you don't like her either. So grow a pair and just talk to her about how you feel!" I said.

      Darren groaned.

      "We'll see."

      "You're a pansy. A whipped pansy. Whippy Darren is also a pansy!" I cried out, jumping on his couch.

     "Alright that's enough. Out of my house, Aiden. I can only take so much of you!" He yelled, pointing towards the door.

      I stopped jumping and raised an eyebrow.

      "You're not serious, are you?" I asked.

      Darren's expression remained cold and stony.

      "Get out, man."

      I made a face at him before hopping off of his couch.

      "Remember this moment when you want to come over and eat my mom's cookies!" I hollered, before walking outside of his house.

      Totally just got kicked out of my own best friend's house.

      As I began walking home, I remembered that I wanted to share the news about Katie and Darren to Carter. She'd definitely get a kick out of this. Or maybe she'd flip. Either way, it'd be entertaining.

      I casually strolled towards Carter's house and knocked on her door. After about two minutes, I hadn't heard anyone, and began growing impatient.

      "Yo Cart! You home?!" I yelled, banging on the door.

      Still no answer.

      I shrugged. Usually banging on her door and shouting at the top of my lungs worked pretty well.

      I decided to turn the doorknob, and unsurprisingly, it opened. Carter and her parents had a bad habit of not locking their doors. I always nagged her about it, but she never listened.

      So I went in.

      "Cart! You home?!" I yelled, peering into her kitchen.

      No one.

      "Carter! I need to tell you something!" I yelled.

      No answer.

      Where the heck was that girl?!