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Eight: I'll have their heads

"I'm not going. It's final."

"But Carter, he sent tickets. Backstage passes too." She takes them out of the crisp white envelope and dangles them in front of my face. She's not the best at being convincing.

If she were dangling a churro in front of my face, then that'd be a total different story.

"Melanie, I don't care that he sent tickets. I told him not to. That's another thing to add to the list of why he's annoying. He doesn't listen." I huff, crossing my arms and plopping myself down on the couch.

Everett actually had the guts to send the pity tickets after I specifically told him not to. He's ridiculous, that's what he is. The man doesn't know how to listen.

A two year old has better listening skills.

The fact that he didn't have the balls to admit nor deny that the tickets were out of pity, frustrates me beyond belief.

His balls must be nonexistent.

I honestly don't care that he is famous and has loads of money. He doesn't know the first thing about me. Who would want to hang out with an arrogant celebrity anyways?

"But Carter..." My best friend whines, her bottom lip jutted out as she takes a seat beside me.

"Mel, please. You and Chase can go but I'm not going." I confirm, definitively.

I also don't xare that his music is pretty decent. Yeah, I may have listened to his spotify playlist and it hate to admit that he's good. So I understand why Mel and Chase want to go. Hey, I'm not going to stop them, that'd be rude of me.

I'm just staying as far away from that concert as I can.

"You're a party pooper." I roll my eyes at her statement. "And you're stubborn."

"You knew that and you still signed up to be my best friend." I retort. I grab the tv remote and turn it on to KUWTK. I kick up my feet onto the coffee table.

KUWTK is my weakness. I know it's reality tv and people say it's stupid but it's so addicting to watch. Once I start a episode I can't stop.

"He's such an asshole!" I yell suddenly, shocking my best friend.

"Everett? Carter, you don't even know him." Melanie laughs beside me.

Well, if the shoe fits...

"Not Everett," I reply, turning up the volume. "Tristan Thompson." I conclude.

"Oh yeah. He's an asshat." Melanie agrees, nodding her head.

Seriously. What kind of dude cheat on his girl. He cheated on Khloe and she's pregnant! Can you believe that? An asshole, that's what he is.

"Khloe, baby, you don't need him." I say as if she was actually listening to me.

Melanie gasps beside me, distracting me from the show. "No way. Carter, it's a girl. They just confirmed it."

I smile at her excitement. I swear, if anyone were to cheat on me, I'd have no remorse for them. How can you claim you love someone and then go and cheat on them? That's not real love.

It's going to be so cute though, Stormi and this new baby will grow up to be best friends.

I hear footsteps down the hall and I glance behind me, waving at Chase who comes into view. He walks over to the couch and sits on the loveseat.

Yeah, Chase has a spare key. I gave him one this year. Melanie too. I trust them with my lives.

He was worried after he dropped me off the other day. He kept sending texts and I just kept ignoring them. I know that makes me a shitty friend but I got into my head and when that happens, everything goes downhill.