He's Just A Player

Chapter 34: Carter Ly - a True Optimist

Chapter 34: Carter Ly - a True Optimist

Carter's P.O.V:

      25 missed calls.

      15 voicemails.

      10 texts.

      And zero apologies.

      Over the course of only three hours, I'd received an unbelievable amount of notifications from Connor. Not only was it extremely annoying, but it was pissing me off even more than I already was.

      From: Connor >:(

      To: Carter :-/

      Are you mad at me???

      From: Connor >:(

      To: Carter :-/

      PLEASEEE answer :((((

      From: Annoyingdipshit

      To: Carter

      Kit-Kat, NOTHING happened, I swear to God! Please answer me!! I'm going crazy :(

      I nearly threw my phone at the wall. Couldn't he get the hint that I didn't want to speak to him right now?!

      As my phone yet again made an annoying "ding" noise, I finally stuffed it into a pillow.

      "Suck on that," I smiled, finally getting a chance to relax.

      Ding-Dong.

      I froze.

      "That better not be...." I peered through my window and spotted Connor's car sitting outside of my house.

      I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be angry or creeped out.

      Maybe both.

      I fled down my stairs and swung the door open in a swift movement.

      "Leave," I said, attempting to shut the door.

      Connor elbowed the door before I could completely close it and bust into my house.

      "Get out," I groaned.

      "Not until you listen to me," he said.

      I contemplated on whether or not to listen to him. He'd bother me in either situation, really. It was better to listen now so I could kick him out after.

      "You have five minutes," I said, glancing at the clock placed in the foyer.

      "I had no idea Emily worked there. I wouldn't have taken you if I did - that I swear. And I'm sorry that she dumped water on you. That was uncalled for," he panted.

      "Okay," I said, my face blank.

      "Okay, what?" He asked.

      "Okay, I understand what you're trying to say. But I don't forgive you and you need to leave," I replied, pointing toward the door.

      "Why not?" He asked, his face contorting into confusion.

      "Because your apology wasn't sincere, and it was back-handed. You apologized for Emily's actions - not your own. You allowed her to flirt with you right in front of me. You didn't push her off of you. You stayed with her when I left the restaurant. I don't blame Emily for her actions - I blame you for letting them happen," I replied coolly.