Meant To Be

Chapter 13

Chapter 13:

{CARRIE}

My cheek burns as I wake up, I was still on the floor but I must have slept through the night because the sun was slipping through the curtains. Using the little strength I had in my arms I pushed myself off the floor and onto my feet.

"Oh good, you're up," a chipper voice sings from the kitchen.

"Alex?" I spin around, grabbing hold of a nearby chair to dampen the dizziness.

"Babe," he smiles offering me his arm, "I made breakfast."

I rub my eyes in confusion, but see a feast of pancakes, eggs, and a fruit salad, so I sit and dig in.

Halfway through my third pancake, last nights revelations rush to me. I stand up, causing my plate to shatter hits the ground.

"What the fuck Carrie?" I hear Alex say as he approaches me.

"No, Alex get the hell away from me." I back up into the kitchen,

"baby what's wrong?" He keeps walking towards me.

"Alex," I feel the panic, I suppress it best I can and put on a brave face, "you owe me answers," deep breath, "why are you threatening my friends." He takes a step forward, "why would you hit me." Step. "And what the hell are you up to?" Step. And we're face to face. I had subconsciously wrapped my fingers around a knife, and I stop breathing. As much as Alex is being secretive and ridiculous, he is gorgeous. Snap out of it, I think. "Answers!" I step closer, taunting him. Alex looks down, vulnerable, younger, "I -" he pauses, "baby, I was just jealous. I hated that you might have ditched me for Dan just because he's famous." He looks up, burns through me with his blue eyes and hardly whispers: "I love you." I blink, gaping, not breathing, my grip around the knife tightens and Alex eyes my hand. His eyes glisten and he starts laughing, "Carrie seriously? Do you honestly think you could bring yourself to hurt anyone? let alone me." I want to slap him, hard; before I can move, Alex grabs my wrist twists it so I drop the knife and his lips are on mine. I stand there and I don't move, "Alex?" I mutter against his lips,"please," he whispers, his hands lift my shirt, "I want you, I love you."

He looks so sincere it hurts, maybe he really is just jealous of Dan, in that case he has no reason to be. I love Alex, I really do. I moan as my shirt comes off and he kisses my neck, "it's okay, I love you, I love you," Alex repeats.

Moments later we're on the couch, both of us exploring the others body. Alex groans and it drives me crazy, "I love you," I mumble against his lips. I reach down to pull off his jeans, and he smirks, "not that I'm complaining, but you're sure you want to lose it now Carrie?" Blinded by love, lust or both, I nod eager and desperate, "I love you," I repeat.

•••

I open my eyes, and take in a shaky breath, what was definitely something, I smile. The absence of Alex's body makes me sit up, I see him quickly pulling on his boxers and jeans, "What leaving already," I joke. "Actually yes, I'm going out."

"Out?" I stare at Alex, "Out where?"

"That," Alex grabs his keys and tugs on a new shirt, "is none of our business."

"None of my business my ass Alex, tell me where you're going!" My face is hot, I cannot believe him.

"Shut up Carrie, I'll be back after dinner." He brushes me off casually.

"Like hell you are," I'm done with Alex, "Don't come back Alex, just don't." I watch him open the door and step out.

"Please," he smirks and shuts the door.