The Bad Boy [Carter Reynolds]

The bad boy (24)

After the crazy Saturday, spending the night at Carter's, and the fight with mom and Kayla at the exact same day, was Shawn the only good thing that happened that day. So I spent most of my Sunday cuddling with Mike and not thinking about how my life is so fucked up right now.

Like, how am I supposed to face Carter at school tomorrow when mom has forbidden me to talk to him? Or see him? What if acts like we are a couple or something? I sound like an hormonal teenage girl that sucks at love, which is basically half true though.

I guess I should just let him now that this isn't going to happen and we would both just go back to being just friends.

Buddies..

Monday morning I woke up with my cat jumping on my chest, as the sun hits me in the face. Great another day of hell.

I got up, did my routine, and walked to school with my headphones plugged in. I really really need to get myself a car one day.

The first class escalated quickly. Luckily, I didn't have it with Carter, or Kayla or anyone that I could barely face. I saw Kayla giving me death glares when I see her speaking to the other girls, or pretend she was being their friend only to make me jealous or something. I don't know what's the deal with her going all psycho when I mess up.

I rolled my eyes and pretend I didn't see her. How am I supposed to fix our friendship now?!

Lunch break was the worst. Luckily all of my friends were sitting at the same lunch table eating normally. All of them were talking, as I walked toward the table. When I got closer, they all spotted me and exchanged looks. Kayla giving me a death glare, Carter lightly smirking and Matthew's sympathy look, made me a little bit obnoxious.

What were they talking about?

I slide down beside Carter, pursing my lips together as I put down my lunch trail, slowly. Kayla and Matthew sits in front of us, when I look at them, eating and chatting. None of them said hi to me, Kayla probably forced all of then to ignore me.

I feel Carter's hands grabbing around my waist slowly pushing my body closer his. I slightly flinch at his touch but keep my eyes at the two people in front of me.

"Okay what is it?" I say, staring at both of them.

"Nothing" she shrugged, simply. It takes all the power in me to not roll my eyes and leave all of them. I feel Carter's hand touching my thigh, making me a little more relaxed. He smirks, when he sees that I'm exhaling all the stress in me. I shouldn't let him do this. I have to remind myself that I'm gonna break up with him, or end whatever we had with him later. Even though I don't want to. I eat my food calmly, while keeping my gaze on the people in front of me, trying to act normal.

The way he's making me feel just wants me to throw myself over him and kiss him. He's probably thinking the same, when I catch him stare at me like that, giving me teasingly smiles like he always does. I always wonder what he's thinking of.

Kayla and Matt have their own conversation at the other side of the table, ignore that we both exists. But I really don't give a damn. Carter's hand is moving up my thigh, rubbing in circulars emotions. I almost choke my when I eat.

Matt and Kayla gives me a weird look and I shook my head fast, meaning nothing's wrong. They both continued their conversation and I spot Carter holding in a laugh while I gave him a death glare.

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"The ball is on Friday, did you forget?" Kayla says immediately, a bitchy tone lingering behind her voice as I shut my locker hard.

"Nope, I remembered" I say simply even tough it was a bit of a lie. It was kind of the last thing to think about, when it's hell of a lot going on in my life.

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure you knew..who are you going with? Carter?" She says slightly smirking. I really wonder what she's up to.

"We'll see..what about you?"

"Hm..I still don't know who to choose, you know since I got really close with Tiffany lately, she has some guys--

"What? When did you and Tiffany became friends?" I ask, clearly showing her that I'm pissed. But I don't care. We both hated Tiffany since we were kids, she can't just be angry at me and ditch me for her. We both know that she can't stand her either.

"Since..Hm..I don't know, my best friend started lying to me"

"Kayla you don't understand, I--"

"Well whatever, I have a new best friend now"

"Don't be so childish"

"See you at prom" she giggles and runs up to Tiffany, standing with some popular guys by all their lockers, meters away. My heart is literally pounding so fast, as my mind is boiling up. I want to scream and cry, when they all looks at me and laugh and giggle. I feel pathetic and all I want to do is to get out of here.

I spin my body around, walking as fast as I can, past people, almost running. Feeling like I'm running away from everything. The voices in my head, the drama, all the people around me. I need to get out of here. I need to be distracted. And the first things that comes to mind, leads me to the top of the building. The rooftop of the school.

The door shuts close behind me, making a big sound. My eyes spot Carter, looking down at the crowded city. His hands is buried in his pocket as his back is facing me, standing calmly at the edge of the roof, viewing the view. I don't know what's with him and rooftops but I seem to always find him here. I don't know what's with me and Carter and rooftops. But I decide not to think of it right now. I just need to get distracted from all this drama. All this mess in my life.

His eyes spot me, when he turns around. A briefly smile spreads across his face, as he takes his other hand up to wave at me from a far distance. I run up to him, jogging fast. Immediately, grabbing his jacket pushing him towards me as our lips collide. My hands wraps around his neck, as I slightly stand on my toes and deepened the kiss.

The kiss was magical like always, as I kiss him gently, eyes closed, trying to focus on only one thing for once.

He seems overwhelmed like he didn't expect this from me. But I needed this.

"Distract me" I whisper, soft.

He immediately deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist, digging his hands behind my back. He kissed me softly, gently, then roughly and it made me crazy. Our lips moves in circular emotions and for once I only think about one thing. And that's him. Only him.