Freak Show (Carnival Series book 1)

Chapter 21

"What were you and Jc talking about? You looked pretty mad," Trevor asks me. We were seated on my my doorsteps, the other boys had already left. Trevor's arm was wrapped around my shoulders, my head resting against his shoulder. With every word he said, I could hear it vibrating through his body. 

"It was nothing. He was just asking about us. Speaking of which, what are we?" I look up at him. His soft blue gaze, met my cold brown stare. He shrugged. 

"What about...whatever?" I scoff. 

"Stupid song reference," I say to him. He chuckles. 

"Oh, c'mon. That song isn't that bad," I raise my eyebrows, telling him that it is absolutely the worst song on the planet. "Well, I guess I haven't taken you on a formal date yet, so 'dating' is out of the question." I nod slightly in agreement.

"But then that would make us just friends," he says, suddenly sad. I rest my head back down on his shoulder, and take his hand. "Are you busy Saturday?" He asks me. I half smile, not wanting to give away my answer.

I sigh. "I guess. But you're going to have to decide where we're going, becuase I am terrible." I say to him quickly. "Considering I've never actually gone on a date," I whisper under my breath. Trevor laughed, telling me that he unfortunately heard what I said. 

"So I'm your first, huh?" He asks, suddenly prideful. I sit up and shove his shoulder lightly. He laughs and pokes my nose. I watch him pull his hand away, bringing it down to my hand. I rest mine on top of his, making a stack of hands. Trevor pulls his out from the bottom, and puts it on top. I do the same. Somehow, we were playing a strange form of jenga, where no one loses. I look up at Trevor, seeing him smiling down at the hands. 

His grin was heartwarming, making me want to be even closer to him. My hands move up to his face, making him look at me. I study his eyes, the depth of them. His light freckles were splattered across his cheeks and nose randomly, yet, almost in a pattern. His mouth was smiling, as he was enjoying my company. My lips crashed against his in a wave of adoration. His hands moved up to my face, as mine moved to his shoulders. Our mouths moved in synchronization, perfectly mimcking the other. Trevor's hands moved to my hips, pulling me closer to him. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers dancing on his shoulders. I grabbed his tee shirt and bunched it up in my hand. 

Trevor pulled away and looked my in the eyes. I almost whimpered, missing his mouth. "So, Saturday," he says to me. I nod. "Why don't we go see a movie, or something?" A grin formed across my face. He pecks the tip of my nose then stands up, leaving me feeling cold on the steps. "I will see you tomorrow." He blows a kiss. I sigh. I can hardley wait until Saturday. 

When I got inside, my parents were in their room. Their door was shut, but I could still hear the quiets sobs from my mother. My dad was shushing her, and probably hugging her. I walked down the hallway, and before I could get to my room, I stumble upon Isabelle's room. Her door was opened slightly, and I could see dolls on the floor. I opened the door the rest of the way, and stepped in the room. Her bed sheets were cumpled on the floor next to her bed, which was covered in more toys. 

I walked to an empty patch on the floor, and sat down on her white carpet. There was a doll sitting in front of me. She was wearing a purple dress with matching purple heels. She had a crown on her head, signifying that she was a princess. I picked up the doll, and held it in my hands. This doll was inhumanly skinny, and had perfect cheekbones and perfect make up. This doll set ridiculous beauuty standards. I stood up and walked out of the room, taking the doll with me. I walked into my room, and placed the doll on my dresser, sitting up. 

I looked at my poster of Harry Styles. Now Harry has seen me deal with the loss of my only sister. I walk up to the poster. He was smiling at nothing. His curly hair was swooped across his forehead. I think I got this poster in 2012. I pinched the upped corners of the poster and ripped it down, tearing the poster down the center in the process. I looked at Harry's mangled face, and rip the paper again. I don't want any reminders of the past. I look down at the pile of shreded Harry, and cry. 

I told myselsf I wasn't going to feel, but that wasn't working. I've managed to hurt Jc's feelings, and I can't deny my sister. I need to feel in order to get through this. Trevor will be there for me. And we have a date on Saturday. Maybe he'll be able to help me get my mind off of things. 

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I arrived at the cinema and found Trevor waiting for me at one of the tables with a bag of popcorn and two drinks. I smile and walk up to him. He was looking down, probably on his phone. 

"Hi," I say to him. He looks up, and looks back down. "What's going on?" He shrugs. "What movie are we going to see?" I ask him. He hands me the tickets. The Fault In Our Stars. "Oh my god! Yes! I have already seen this, but it's my favorite on the planet!"I exclaim. I throw my arms around his waist and hug him tightly. He kind of hugs me back. I take a soda and the tickets, then wrap my arm back around his waist. He grabs his soda and the popcorn then we walk in the theater. 

"No, your full story," Augustus was saying. I smile, remembering this part of the book. I look over at Trevor, who was slouched in the seat watching the screen with a bored look on his face. I frown and look back at the movie. 

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," He snuck his way past the people by us and walked down the stairs to the door. After fifteen minutes, I knew he wasn't coming back in. I gathered my things and walked out of the theater. Trevor was waiting at a table, texting someone. He looked angry. 

"Trevor, why'd you leave?" I ask him, anger sneaking into my tone. He looked up and me. 

"Did you kiss Jc?" Trevor asks me. I stopped in my tracks in shock. My face fell, and I knew what was about to happen.

"Look, Trevor, it was an accident, I-" He cuts me off.

"Why would you do that?" He whispers. My throat felt thick with tears. 

"Trevor, we weren't even dating yet. And, it was an accident. Jc knows that I'm a minor, and it won't happen again," I try to explain. He shook his head. "I'm sorry," I whisper. He scoffs and walks away. I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks, tracing my jaw line, then falling of my chin iaind onto my shirt. I try to wipe them away, but fresh ones replace the ones I removed.

He shoved the door open and stepped outside into the warm summer night air. The sky was pink, and the clouds were almost a purple. How did Trevor find out?