The Surprise I Never Wanted

Chapter 11: Part 3

"You slept with Carter?!" I whisper-screamed.

"Say that a little louder, go on, don't think Australia heard you but I'm sure the whole fucking Europe did!" Imogen whisper screamed back.

"What were you even thinking?" I exclaimed, keeping my hush tone.

Her mouth was creating shapes but no sound left them as it was clear even she couldn't explain her reasons.

"Seriously, though?" Darcy sighed. "Anyone but Carter." She gagged for emphases.

"He wasn't that bad!" She dragged out. "He was fucking amazing." She muttered under her breath. Yeah, I don't think she regrets it.

"Woah, that's a bit too much information, Im." I said while my face was covered in disgust.

She just shrugged, continuing her fascinating photo shoot on her Kim Kardashian app.

"Have you heard about Noah's Halloween Party?" Darcy announced.

"Can you be assed going to that?" Maisie sighed.

"You scared Brittany's going to kick your ass?" Imogen piped up, smirking.

"Are you crazy, woman?" Maisie bluffed.

"She won't touch you, trust me." Immy threatened. In return, we just stared back at her, confused.

"I mean, last time, I wasn't there-"

"We all know why." I smirked.

"Shut the fuck up and eat your fucking salad." She spat.

Staring down at my bland salad, I scoffed.

"As I was saying, last time I was too occupied so next time I'll be there and if she even tries anything, I'll skull rag the whore." Immy elaborated.

"Well, doesn't that sound lady-like." Maisie sarcastically chuffed.

"That's me." Imogen teased.

"How did you even end up sleeping with him," I brought the subject up again, "because I swear last I heard, you were arguing with him and were literally ready to kill him." I said, wanting to know more. I've been fascinated since Darcy rang me, explaining how her and Maisie had heard sexual moans coming from the back of Carter's truck.

"I wanted to hurt him!" She cried.

"Sounds like it." Darcy retorted.

"He waited outside the dressing room for me and told me he couldn't keep my eyes off me. Natasha overheard and just wouldn't shut up." Imogen rolled her eyes at the mention of Natasha. "She was all over him, right in front of me!" She growled, adding hand actions for extra emphasis. "Who does she even think she is? I told Carter I wouldn't speak to him ever again if he chose Natasha so he had to break up with whatever he had with her, right in front of me." She grinned, obviously satisfied.

"That's why she was crying!" It clicked in my mind.

"Well, when she was sobbing, I was giving him the ride of his life."

"Ew, do you fucking mind? I'm fucking eating, shut the fuck up and eat your fucking fries." Darcy snarled which earned a laugh from Imogen.

"This isn't the first time is it?" I asked.

"I've only hooked up with him four times." She admitted.

"Only four? Only four?" Darcy repeated, bewildered .

"He's hooked up with her recently though? Why do you think he won't do it again?" I wondered.

"If he does, we're threw." Imogen dismissed.