WishBone

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

It was the next morning and I woke up with a legit smile on my face. Last night was amazing. Probably the best Christmas I ever had if I do say so myself. It was great waking up in between these warm sheets. There was snow outside and a boy I couldn't wait to get my lips on. Everything was going perfect in my world.

However, I didn't feel Carson next to me. I turned over and he wasn't there. Though, when I sat up he was sitting at the edge of the bed. His head was in his hands as he hovered over himself. Something was definitely bothering him and it brought my mood down a lot. Carson was never one to act like this unless he felt like he's done something he would regret.

Not giving it much thought, I climbed my way over to him sitting on my knees resting my hand on his shoulder. I didn't want to pry too much into his personal thoughts, but I wanted to make sure he was okay. He was my best friend after all. Maybe even more after last night.

"Car-Carson, what's going on?" I asked him nervously. If he didn't want to tell me, I wasn't going to beg him.

He lifted his head up and took a deep breath. "Last night shouldn't have happened." His voice was calm, but frantic.

Realizing what he said to me, I kind of started to become a little frantic myself, but in an angry way. "What do you mean it shouldn't have happened?" I questioned him.

It was weird for him to sit there and say that. I thought we had a mutual understanding of what we both wanted to happen. The day I brought up the topic it seemed like he was waiting for this too. Now all of a sudden it shouldn't have happened? Carson was seriously a pain in my ass, but I had to hear him out a little bit. At least try to hear him out. With my temper, I doubt that would happen.

He stood up and started pacing around the room. He definitely was getting worked up because he never paces when he talks to me unless he was angry. Even though, he had nothing to be angry about. I was the one that should be mad. I thought things were going to start to be different for us. Instead, I get this first thing in the morning. Because that was always something delightful to wake up to.

"This was all bad timing, Savannah. I'm dating someone!" He yelled at me as I still sat on the bed.

I scoffed and started getting more worked up. "You're the one that came on to me, Carson! Stop sending me mixed signals and maybe this could have been avoided!" I yelled right back at him.

This was turning into an argument that I really didn't want to be having after such a great time last night. This wasn't worth the stress it was causing.

He rolled his eyes at me and frowned. "Had you not told me anything the night of the party, we wouldn't even be in this situation." He tried to throw it back on me.

"I told you because you kept playing games with me. Then proceeded to get with my sworn enemy!" I continued to yell. "You wanted me to be happy for you when I've been the one that has loved you and wanted you for so many years."

"So you wait till I get a girlfriend to say something, Savannah?" He asked me just as furious as I was.

I screamed and got out of the bed to put my pants on from yesterday. I wasn't about to sit here and argue with him over nothing. He knew exactly what he was doing last night. He knew where he wanted things to go and I wasn't going to stop him from letting it happening. I wanted it just as much as he did. I've been waiting for this for so long just for him to wake up the next day and ruin it for me. If he really was so serious about Maisie like he's been letting on then he shouldn't have made a move on me like he did.

Thinking about it now, I'm at fault too. Wyatt was out of town and I was sleeping with someone he thought he didn't have to worry about anymore. To top it off, this all happened right after I hung up the phone on him. How was I ever going to face him in person? There's no way I would be able to keep this from him. There's also a chance he would find out on his own and that would be worse than me telling him. Ugh, everything was turning into a mess and I honestly didn't want to deal with it anymore.