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CARTER (CHAPTER 19)

"Dude, get your ass up from bed. It's Friday night!" Jack's voice blares in my room. Groaning I crack open my eyes, barely conscious, moving my hand as I grab the other pillow beside me, picking it up as I throw it directly at Jack.

"Did I at least hit you?" I mumbled, closing my eyes.

"Nope," he says, chuckling. "Now get up." I hear him say, which I flip him off.

"I feel like shit," I grumble, moving onto my back. "Just leave me," I tell him, motioning him to leave my bedroom.

"Don't you always feel like shit?" he asks me.

"Shut up," I mutter, throwing the other pillow at him. "Great, now I lost my pillows," I sigh, slowly getting up from my bed.

"Great, so you're actually coming?" I raise my eyebrows at him, shaking my head.

"I just got up to get my pillows," I tell him, picking up the pillows from the ground. "I'm going back to bed," I yawn, throwing my pillows back onto my bed, and also myself.

"Damn man," he mutters. "What the hell happened to you?" I mentally shrug, throwing my arm over my eyes.

"I hate the light," I tell him, which he scoffs.

"Not that," he adds. "Why are you acting like this? On a Friday night?"

"Yay, TGIF," my voice trails away, sounding extremely gloomy and unhappy.

"You know...." I hear Jack take a deep breath, letting it out. "Chris told me you went on a date." My breathing now becomes ragged as I hear him say that, making me all nervous as to what he will say next.

"Got a problem with that?" I question, probably earning a head shake from him.

"Of course not Carter. It's your life, not mine."

"Good," I tell him.

"But..." Ah shit. "He did tell me who the girl was." That's it. I'm not telling Chris anything when I'm drunk.

"Great," I chuckle, taking my arm off my face. "Now do me a favour and tell me where he is," I tell Jack as I open my eyes, turning my head I look right at him.

"Why?" He turns his head to the side, leans against the door frame.

"So that I can beat his tiny ass," I bite out, grinding my teeth.

Jack chuckles, lowering his head down. "You like her. Don't you," he says slowly, raising an eyebrow.

"No." Lie.

"Really?" he questions.

"Yes." Lie again.

"Then why are you acting so miserable all of a sudden?"

I blow out a breath as I sit up. "Because I can. Alright? You'd understand when you save Chris from idiots," I mutter, trying to at least change the topic.

"Ah, so you're mad at Chris?" I nod. "Why? It was a week ago. Let it go, dude."

I wince, biting my lips in anger. "The damn idiot got himself in trouble at a strip club cause he flirted with some stripper," I groan, remembering vividly as to what happened when I "tried" to pick him up.

"I thought nothing bad happened," Jack says with confusion.

"Yeah well, let's just say that I don't tell you everything." I stand up, walking away from my bed, to my bathroom.

"So what happened next?" Jack's voice echoes through the room, possibly him following me as I hear his voice getting louder.

"Well, the stripper had something I didn't see coming," I laugh, pulling my shirt off and throwing it into the basket for it to be washed.