Every Bad Boy has a Story

Chapter 8: Oh Chance Evans I think I'm falling for you...

Hey GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So guess what? This WHOLE chapter is going to be dedicated to Chance and Carter! Yup, that's right. In the whole chapter it will be Chance and Carter together. Hmmmm......Gee I wonder what will happen?

Oh wait, I ALREADY KNOW!

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Carter's POV

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I was walking around the school, as usual, when I saw Chance sitting in the principles office.

What the Fuck. He was in the rolly chair spinning around. I smirked. He then spotted me at the doorway and motioned for me to come in.

"Having fun?" I asked him.

He smirked. "Yes Love, I am having fun." He then scooted over in the chair and patted the seat for me to join him. I hesitated.

"I don't bite Love." I finally give in and squeeze in next to him.

"At least not hard," he whispers in my hair. I roll my eyes at him.

"Hold on." He says. He then starts to spin super fast.

I squeal with laughter as the chair goes faster and things go by in a blur.

When the chair finally starts to slow down, I'm still laughing and giggling.

He smiles at me."Wow, I haven't heard that sound in a WHILE!"

I sigh. "Who you telling..."

"So have you told Rose?" He asks.

I sigh and shake my head. "I told Jorney though."

"Oh really? When?"

"Yesterday, after I walked away from Headband." I answer.

He sighs. "About yesterday, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be a...."

"Dick?" I answer with a smirk.

He smiles at me. "Yeah."

"Wait Why do people use the thing that boys pee out of as an insult? I mean, people don't go around calling each other vagina heads."

I start laughing so hard that my sides begin to hurt. Oh God, did he really just say that?

"What?" He asked, laughing himself.

"You say the oddest SHIT." I remark

He just smirks at me. "oooohh lets play 20 questions!"

I shrug my shoulders. "Ok."

"So what's your favorite color?" He asks.

"Green, you?

"Purple." I bust out laughing.

"What?" he asks.

"Purple? Really?"

"Purple happens to be a very masculine color." He states.

"Right...."I say

"Whatever. Where you from?"

"Here. Born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia. You?" I ask

He looks at me before answering. "Well I think my birth certificate says I was born here so..."

Huh?

"What do you mean?" I ask.

He sighs, "It's a long story."

I cross my arms over my chest and pretend to pout.

"What?" he asks.

"I tell you everything you want to hear about me, but when it comes to actually talking about your life you just shut down." I say.