Elijah
Both of their eyes landed on me and I wanted to crawl into a hole and die right then and there.
How could I be so careless and reckless and inconsiderate? One minute I'm about to kiss Carter then I'm in Noah's bed, kissing him then Carter's in mine kissing me and I have yet to think about the consequences of my actions.
Noah stared at me with knowing eyes. For the smallest moment I watched a raw pain flicker through his forest green irises and guilt hit my heart explosively. I felt so small, as if I was beneath him, as if I didn't deserve to be in his presence.
I don't. I deserve him at all. After everything he's done for me just a couple of hours ago this is how I repay him. I'm so fucking stupid.
He masked his hurt quickly, turning his attention to Carter who spoke sternly. "How about you do us all a favor by staying away from Elijah."
My eyes widened at the white boy behind me, astonished by the . "Carter--".
"How about I do you a favor by rearranging your jaw with a few missing teeth."
"Noah.." I warned, my head whipping in his direction. My heart dropped as I eyed his fist at his sides. He wasn't going to fight Carter? He wouldn't do that over me? That would be irrational.
Carter scuffed, "Or what, you gon hit me? I guess you have had a lot of practice at Cross Hits. But she doesn't know about that, does she?"
Before I could even question the words that were released from Carter's mouth, Noah lunged at him almost making it through me. Almost.
"Noah!" I exclaimed as I flung myself into him, my arms wrapped around his torso, my head buried into his chest. "Please.." I begged, desperate. "Don't."
His body went stiff at the contact. His hard muscles completely rigid under me.
Mint and cinnamon envelope me, filling me with memories of me waking up in his room.
I'm so fucking stupid.
His chest rose and fell rapidly and for a second I feared that I wasn't enough to pull him back to reality. Whatever Carter was talking about clearly meant something important to make him react like this.
Something tells me that Noah isn't easily affected by too many things.
"You don't know what you're talking about. I would be careful if I were you." Noah seethed lowly. I pictured his eyes narrowed and hard. making my curiosity blossom.
Now I wanted to know about things I'm sure didn't concern me. What is Cross Hits? Why did Carter say I don't know about it? I mean I don't but what does that have to do with anything?
"You'll just hurt her bro, and I'm not going to let that happen." Carter said.
My head began to spin, a small headache developing. I was so confused even though they were talking about me. How is it that I'm this baffled when I'm the subject?
What did Carter mean Noah will hurt me?
I released my grip from Noah and pulled back until I was staring at him. My eyebrows drew together and I searched for answers. His eyes were cold, a wall blocking everything about anything. We're back at square one and that's no one's fault but mine.
"I'm leaving."
"Noah.." I objected, the desperate plead echoing my ears. I didn't want him to leave, not like this at least. I have to fix this, I have to do something.
I grabbed his wrist, clothed by the black material of his hoodie. His head whipped at the contact, and his eyes landed on my hand before moving to my eyes.
