A Strange Kind of Love

Not Again

Friday night was the only eventful thing that happened this weekend. The rest of my weekend consisted of the usual: reading, Netflix, and tumblr. All the while, I couldn't get Carter Nixon out of my head. He was a lot different than I would have expected; way less arrogant than depicted by most people. I shook these thoughts out of my head. What does it matter? I'm gonna go back to being a nobody when I head into school this morning. Saving his ass definately isn't going to change anything. Then there was also Garrett Matthews, who was as kind as everyone says he is. I sighed as I got dressed in a red plaid flannel and ripped jeans, along with my black and white converse. Deciding against the bun, I braided my hair in a fishtail braid, which hung to my left shoulder. Before leaving the house I grabbed my favorite drink (watermelon flavored Ramune), and shoved it in my bag.

School was uneventful until I was on my way to lunch and I saw who seemed to be Carter running towards me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me away. I didn't question it, not after Friday night. I looked back and saw some guys chasing us. Assuming they were the ones who were chasing us before, I sped up. I rounded the corner, which conveniently happened to be host to the girl's bathroom. I grabbed Carter's arm and pulled him into the girl's restroom just before the other guys saw us.

"Where'd they go?" I heard one of them say.

Another one spoke up. "Do you think they would have gone in here?"

I didn't even wait for an answer, I grabbed Carter and pulled him towards the window near the sinks. He helped me up and I climbed out. Carter jumped out with ease and we ran in the direction of the senior's parking lot. People stared as we ran side by side, but that didn't bother us. All that mattered was getting the hell out of here before those guys found us. I turned to make sure Carter was still running next to me, then I collided with someone. I fell hard on my butt. Carter was laughing hysterically to my right and mystery man (I'm guessing by the impact of the collision that he is in fact male) reached his hand out to help me up. I took his hand and looked up to see who he was. "Garrett?" I said. He just smiled.

"It seems I keep helping you out, huh Laycie?" he joked.

I laughed awkwardly. "Yeah." I scratched the back of my head and looked back when I heard someone yell "There they are!"

"Shit!" Carter said as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with him, running once again. Except this time, we weren't alone. Garrett was running with us, as well. 

"Why are we running?" Garrett asked.

"I don't know why you're running, but we're running because thos guys want us dead, or at least unrecognizable," Carter answered.

Garrett stopped when we got to a red sports car, which I assumed was his. He unlocked it and hopped in the driver's seat. "Get in," he ordered, which neither Carter nor I would be stupid enough to ignore. We hopped in and Garrett drove away. "How exactly did you get caught into this?" Garrett asked me.

"Carter kind of just jumped in front of my car, nearly getting himself killed. He then proceeded to hop into my car and make me drive for my life for about an hour and a half."

"Goddammit, Nixon. Maybe you should think twice before you drag an innocent person into your problems. I swear, you haven't changed." Garrett sounded pretty angry, which is weird because everybody knows it takes a lot to make Garrett Matthews angry. He's one of the most chill people at school. He's always so happy-go-lucky about everything. I never really noticed the tension between the two before, since I was always watching from afar, but seeing them up close and being stuck in a car with them, I can see that something happened between them.