Not a "LOVE" Story ✓

I've hit rock bottom. Literally

CARTER (CHAPTER 17)

On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it to feel totally turned on from a girl who's super pissed at you? Yeah, thought so. I'm in deep shit.

"Taylor," I sigh, watching her walk faster away from me. Now look, I don't chase after girls, they chase after me, even though that sounds extremely foolish and makes me sound like an asshole, but it's the truth. I have never, ever chased after a girl, but somehow, Taylor changes that.

And now I gotta chase after her. Even though she's really not that far away. In a couple of steps, I manage to reach her, grabbing onto her left arm and pulling her close to me. Vanilla. Fucking vanilla.

"I'm sorry," I softly say, feeling her try to push at my chest, yet I still hold her close.

"Let go, Carter," she angrily says. "Now," she sternly says, her tone increases when I still don't let her go.

"You do realize you're making a little thing turn into something big for no reason," I remind her, yet she continues to ignore my words. "Come on Taylor. I didn't mean it," I whisper, trying not to make her madder.

"You don't understand Carter," she bites out, giving me a very stern expression.

"What don't I understand Taylor?" I ask softly, not wanting to increase my voice for nothing. I was never big on yelling at people, only if they get on my nerves though. Taylor's not making me angry, she's just getting me irritated by the way she's acting. I have no idea as to what I did, which makes the situation even worse.

"You can't tell me what I fear Carter." I widen my eyes, not knowing that the reason Taylor is pissed at me, is because I told her what she feared in life. Or what she might've feared. Hell, I don't know. I'm either right or wrong.

"So.... this is why you're mad at me?" I question.

She scoffs, trying to cross her arms yet doesn't since my body is in the way. "No." And that's all she says.

"So you are mad," I chuckle, yet stop as I see her expression turn irritated. "Okay," I mouth, looking at the ground.

"I want to go home." Did I just hear what I think she said?

"What?" My voice low and scratchy, which I cough to make it go away.

"I want to go home now Carter," she softly tells me, turning her head, looking the other direction and not at me.

"Alright then," I blow out a deep breath, dropping my arms away from her, letting her go. "I'll drive you home," I mutter, grabbing my car keys out of my pocket.

"No," I hear her say, crossing her arms. "You don't have to drive me." I raise my eyebrows in confusion, crossing my arms as well.

"Okay..." I think for a second, trying to come up with another idea. "I can leave my car here and we can take the bus if you like," I tell her instead, which to be honest, is quite stupid if I leave my car here but hey, if it makes Taylor feel a bit better, than yeah, I'd do it.

"That's not what I meant Carter." Alright then, not the bus.

"We can walk then," I sigh, looking right up at the blue sky. It's very hot, but if she wants to walk in this damn desert, sure. I'll do it.

"Not we," she mumbled.

"I'm sorry," I chuckle, clearing seeing this as a complete joke. "You're kidding right?" I ask, which to my surpirse, she nods. "I can't let you walk alone Taylor. That's not happening." Now I sound fucking pissed, but I have the right to be.