Two's Company (New Book)

Chapter Fourteen

"Oakley, please talk to me" Carter pleads. He's been trying to start a conversation with me for twenty minutes now.

I can't be mad at him for taking me with me, I practically begged him to take me. I'm mad at him because he left me in a room of people I just met, and was sitting with someone he clearly hates, and he clearly doesn't trust me not to kiss other people. I wasn't going to let Justin kiss me, he should know that.

"Why? I have nothing to talk about."

"Well, I do. I'm sorry Oaks. I shouldn't of left you upstairs, but you can't be mad at me for punching Justin. He was deliberately trying to kiss you."

"I wasn't going to let him Carter."

"I didn't know that. You've been drinking and I wasn't thinking straight."

"You should trust me more. I didn't freak out when that girl threw herself on you, did I?"

He doesn't say anything.

"That's what I thought."

It's silent for the last ten minutes to my house. We finally arrive back and I jump out as fast as I can.

"Oakley wait!" Carter yells, following me.

I turn around to face him. It started raining about fifteen minutes ago, so we're both getting soaked.

"What Carter?" I ask. I've had enough of him for the night.

"Are we okay?"

"I guess, but we have things to talk about. Don't bother picking me up in the morning, I'm driving myself" I say, turning to go inside and get out of the rain.

"Oakle-" He starts but I cut him off.

"Good night Carter."

With that, I walk inside and lock the door behind me. My mother is watching Ellen on the couch.

"Hi sweetie. Are you okay?" She asks, taking in my disheveled state. I nod my head and offer her a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm going to bed" I say, worn out from tonight.

She nods and returns to Ellen. I walk upstairs and shut my door behind me. I change into some shorts and a warm sweater. I slip under the covers and turn off the lamp next to my bed.

I'm almost asleep when I get a text.

"Meet me on the park bench."

It's Carter. It's almost midnight and it's pouring rain. Almost immediately, I get another text.

"Tomorrow."

I read it and shut my phone off, setting it on the side table. I close my eyes and drift into sleep.

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I wake up to my mother making breakfast downstairs. I pick myself up from my warm blankets and make my way to my bathroom to shower.

I decide to shave my legs even though it's like thirty degrees out and I won't be showing them, but who cares?
  After my shower, I get dressed in a yellow sweater with some white jeans. I slip on my white converse and head downstairs for breakfast.

"Good Morning. You're up early" My mother says.

"What time is it?"

"About six thirty" She answers.

"Are you serious?"

She nods and places some bacon and eggs in front of me with a glass of orange juice. I usually don't get up till seven fifteen, I'm up fourty five minutes early. I could still be sleeping.