Voodoo Doll

Chapter 88

Carson

Luke had gotten up and silently walked out about 10 minutes ago.

I stared at nothing, my hands tightly wrapped around my cup.

I got up to leave, Morgan waving at me.

I wave back.

And then I hear the girls.

The screaming, and threats.

And compliments.

"Carson!"

"OMG she's so pretty!"

"Can I be her?"

"Ugly whore!"

"Kill yourself-it'll do us all a favor!"

"Shut up!"

"Go away!"

"Leave my men alone!"

"Can I have some of what you have?"

"Your no good!"

"You don't deserve Harry!"

"Can I have a picture?"

"I love you!"

"Go die!"

As the rushed towards me, everything seemed to go in slow motion.

I turned and ran, cutting corners, diving in alleys.

I couldn't loose these girls!

Their like animals!

"Stop! Please?"

"Carson help!"

That one made me slow down.

But I had to keep going, or I would be trampled, hurt, or even killed.

I started to sprint.

I could see the parking lot...

The bus calling to me.

The girls started to stop.

I let out a sigh of relief,

Until one voice cut above all the others.

"You don't deserve any of them! Especially Luke."

I felt a wall inside me being ripped down, my heart dropping like a rock.

She was right.

****

Anna

Carson stumbled onto the bus, obviously annoyed. And upset.

I looked at Mikey.

"Hey you alright?" I asked.

She brushed by me, and shut herself in the bathroom.

Michael shrugged as I looked at him, and we went back to watching our show.

We were watching Pretty Little Liars, but only because I made him.

I leaned on his shoulder, intertwining our hands.

He looked down at me, smiling.

I felt the urge to kiss him, and I'm pretty sure he felt the same.

We leaned forward and.....

BRTZZZZ!!!

I jumped, my forehead hitting Michael's.

He winced.

"Sorry." I mouthed, reaching into my pocket.

It was...

Niall?

And then Mikey's phone rung.

"Who is it?" I mouthed.

"Bell." He whispered.

Oh no. This can't be good.

I hit the answer button, and got up and walked to the back of the bus.

"Nialler?" I asked.

"Anna?!?" Niall's voice was urgent.

"Yes?" I snapped.

"I need your advice."

"On?"

"Bell."

"Okay."

"I want to take her out..."

"She loves pizza. And Chinese food, and Italian!"

"Great. There's this awesome Italian place right around our next stop."

I could practically feel his joy.

"Can you call me again later? I'm a little busy." I apologized.

"Yeah. I have to go plan out what I'm gonna do. And what to say. Oh my god! What do

I wear?" Niall rambled.

I laughed. "Bye Niall."

He sighed. "Bye."

I laughed as I put my phone away, and walked back over to Michael.

He was laughing, hard.

"Okay. See you later. Yeah, I love you too."

Jealousy surged through me.

We weren't boyfriend and girlfriend status yet,

But it still stung.

Tears prickling my eyes, hands clenched, I turned on my heel, furiously wiping my eyes

as I headed towards the bathroom.

"Carson!" I weakly shouted. "Let me in."

"Go away." She said, sniffling, voice muffled.

I sigh, deciding to go back to Michael.

I sat down on the couch, not as close to him.

My hands were knotted together in my lap as I stared at the ground.

"What did Bell want?"

"Just some advice. What about Niall?" Michael asked.

"Advice."

He smiled. "I see a ship on the horizon!"

I playful shoved him, and he smiled.

But who was he talking to?

"Who else called?" I questioned.

He shrugged. "Just..." He paused, clearing his throat.

"It was just Sam."