*I was so excited to finally get back to doing what I love so I had to release another chapter. I hope you all are excited for what's coming because I'm so stoked!!*
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Songs for the chapter:Ellie Golding- Love Me Like You Do
M83- Wait
One Republic- Secrets
*************************************************Where the fuck have you been!" Robert exclaims as he brushes his fingers as he pulls back his hair. I'm crying and he doesn't even ask what's wrong? "...but my fath-" "I don't give a fuck about your problems. Take them to a psychologist". Why is he like this? I storm out of the room, don't even bother looking back. He didn't even bother follow me out. I feel the tears running down my cheeks. Why is it that everything happens to me?
I'm busy drowning in the miserable thoughts rushing through my head. I'm walking as my traces fade. Nobody cares for me or even bothers looking for me. " Carter is that you?" I recognize the sound of that voice anywhere. How could it be? I turned slowly with a confused look in my face. It's him. It can't be. Last summer is haunting me. "William, uhh wh..at are you doing here?" I'm here in the city for an interview for The New York Times, how about you?" I'm not sure if I should make a run for it or just use him to get over the hole of pain caused by Roberts ignorance. "I -I live here now, my family moved here because my father opened a new hotel here." I said.
He was talking, but honestly I could give a shit what he has to say. I turn and see Robert coming out of his apartment. He opens a cab for a girl with beautiful blonde hair down to her torso, she's wearing read strappy heels wrapped around her leg down to her ankle. Her smile is bright. A genuine smilie, those that when you first see it gives you a warm feeling of happiness. Why would he be meeting her? Who is she? Was that my replacement? He lays his arm around her waist and pulls her in. Oh shit. Robert noticed me. I freak out not knowing what to do. I'm pissed. I'm more than pissed. He saw me. He has a confused looks on his face and let's go of the blonde. I grab Robert and cup my hands around his warm pink cheeks into my hands and kiss him.
"Whoa Carter, I don't really see you like that. I have a girlfriend. Im suppose to be meeting her for lunch soon. She's attending a meeting with some contractor for a hotel that recently opened up."Could it be he's working for my dad? Could he have insight on the mysterious woman in his office? I don't see him like that either. If anything he is not my type. Just look at him with his blue suit and bow tie. Look at his brown curly hair, not one out of place. Okay, I must admit he is intriguing, but I only did it because I spotted Robert with that blonde. Why is everyone suddenly so into blondes? Point is he is not my type. Maybe telling him that would make me feel better. Who am I kidding? I'm hurting and have nobody. I walk away and leave him there on the sidewalk.
"Catch up with you later. Maybe a lunch, coffee, or maybe even a movie!"
His voice is lost through the massive crowds of people in Los Angeles. Los Angeles the city of hope and success rates off the roof that convinces just about anybody to move here. I've always had a passion for drowning myself into John Green books, fantasizing about myself traveling to the paper town and being followed by the love of my life. Theoretically speaking, he might appear. With the family I'm stuck in that will never happen. My father is a businessman who wants me to follow the steps of the business since no son is in the picture.
I feel empty. I want to be someone in love other than the daughter of the businessman. Robert doesn't make this any better. Sometimes I feel he wants to be with me, but something holds him back from expressing himself to me. I want to be the one to help him, but I cant force someone to open up to me who can't even help himself. Fuck this. I turn around and run to catch up to Robert. I spot him he's with a woman who looks awfully familiar.
"Robert!" I yell as I squeeze my way through the people.
He turns and it's her I see. The woman from the office. She notices me with a surprised look in her face."Carter, this is my girlfriend, Anna." I don't know if I should be civil and let her get away with this or just punch her smirk straight out of her face.
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Teen FictionA teenage girl named Carter goes and overcomes many boy conflicts, family problems, and is horrible with socializing. She is lost in her identity crisis and with the judgment of her mother, the lies of her father, and the discomfort of her boyfriend...