Redwood High: Rich Boy Chronicles 1

Chapter 45

INDIGOS POV

"Ow, what the hell?" I groan, pushing Carsons arm off my shoulders. He opens his eyes slowly, inhaling deeply. 

" What time is it?" He says quite loudly; and a pillow comes flying at his face seconds later.

" Shut up. I'm trying to sleep." Willow mutters, cuddling into Sam. They looked picture perfect right now, Sam's hands wrapped around her and resting on her stomach. 

"It's... 4:30." I respond softer, showing him my phone. He sits up slowly.

" Damn. I didn't think it was that late." I nod in agreement, turning so my feet are across his lap.

" I mean, we didn't go to bed until 5:00, so I guess it makes sense ." I suggest, and he laughs quietly. All night we watched a strange arrangement of movies, from Mean Girls to Scream.

"Well, I have shit to do today, do you wanna come with me or just go home?" He asks, standing up and grabbing his phone. He reaches his hand down to me, and I grab it as he pulls me up. 

" I'm not going home, so I guess I'll come with you." I respond, tossing him his keys. He grins at me, walking out the door. I follow him before shutting it, walking over to the passenger side and sliding in. He sits in the drivers seat, putting his phone in the cup holder and starting the car.

" Where do you need to go?" I ask, my eyes scanning his biceps as he pulls out of the driveway. 

" We need to go to Lowe's to I can get some things for the garden. My dad has been asking me to do it for weeks." He tells me, turning on the radio and stopping on a station. I immediately recognize it as " I Want To Break Free" by Queen. He glances over at me and my slight shock, raising a brow.

" I didn't expect you to have good taste" I say, turning it up. He laughs, grabbing some sunglasses from the compartment and slipping them on.

" What did you expect me to listen to?" He questions, turning into the parking lot. 

" Like weird, explicit rap made in 2018." I respond, causing him to burst out laughing.

" Hell no. That's Daniel's place." He says, getting out of the car and heading into Lowe's. As I make my way to the door, he holds it open. 

" How chivalrous." I tease, flicking him on the shoulder. He shrugs, walking in and grabbing a cart. As we walk down one of the first aisles, my eyes fall to his clothing. He had sloppily thrown on some black, torn jeans and a large dark green tee, a black hat on his messy hair. I really hate to say this, but he is effortlessly hot. 

" I don't like this." I speak up, grabbing the hat off his head and placing it backwards on my head. I expect him to react angrily, snatching it back, but he just stares at me for a moment before pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and reaching for his phone. 

" Uhm... what are you doing?" I question as he holds it up to take a picture. He grins, putting it away.

" You look cute. Now let's go get some dirt." He responds, snatching the hat off my head and walking forwards.

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" Why did you give me this? It's heavy as hell." I groan, the two bags of soil in my arms weighing me down. He motions to his cart full of plants, mulch, and some other shit. 

" Would you rather have this?" He offers, pulling out his keys and unlocking the car. I stay quiet, waiting for him to open the trunk. He gives me a smug look, causing a sour look to take over my face. Carson opens the small trunk, taking the soil from me with ease and throwing it into the small area. I shut it, opening the backseat for him. After all of the gardening supplies are situated, he passed me the cart.

" Go put this in the cart holder." I cross my arms as Carson gives me a serious face.

" You do it." I reply, pushing it back his way. He raises a brow, giving me a 'don't test me' look. I stand still, leaning against the side of the car and averting my eyes to the ground. I look back up to see Carson pushing the cart across the parking lot, shoving it into the holder. I try not to look taken aback as he walks back to the car, getting in. My brows furrow in concern as I climb into the car. He silently starts to drive down the road when his phone starts going off. 

" Can you answer that?" He asks, not looking away from the road. I answer the call, noticing that his phone is connected to the car. 

" Hello?" Carson says, flickering his eyes down to see who it is. 

" Hey. I don't wanna bug you but Alex said he is going to dinner with your mom tonight, and my parents and Reyna are both gone. Anyways, I was wondering if you can come get him?" I recognize Noah speaking, sounding quite tired. Carson flicks on his turn signal. 

"Yeah, I'll come, but why didn't Alex just call?" He turns into a street I don't recognize. 

"He's sleeping." Noah responds quickly, and Carson nods shortly.

" Ok cool. I'll be there in like 30 seconds." He then hangs up, heading down a different road. Literally ten seconds later we are pulling into a driveway. My eyes scan the gorgeous house in front of me, shock visible through my face. 

" It's nice, isn't it? The Price's are probably richer than anyone in this town." Carson mutters, parking the car and laying back. The front door open and I see Noah dragging a sleepy Alex outside, struggling. I see Alex talking with his head thrown back, Noah looking concerned. When I turn to Carson, he's looking over them with a protective face, fingers hovering over the button to roll his window down. When I look back, Alex is now facing Noah directly, talking groggily. Carson then gives in, rolling the window down a bit.

" - to suffer through another awkward dinner at a five star restaurant with my Mom who I can never get close with while my Dad sits at home sleeping. I'd much rather sit with you until you can eat without getting sick or at least until someone gets home." Alex stresses. He sounds like he's been asleep for days, his voice scratchy and low. 

" Just go." Noah pushes him down each stair, saying something I don't quite catch. Alex embraces him in a hug before the smaller boy wriggles out, discreetly flicking his head in the direction of the car. 

" Call me if you get sick again." He orders, regretfully walking to the car and climbing into the backseat. 

" Took you long enough," Carson mutters, pulling out of the driveway. For the next ten minutes, the car is filled with awkward silence as the radio plays random music. When Carson pulls into the driveway of his house, I feel someone poke my side. Alex blinks at me.

" Might want to cover that up." He points to my neck, getting out after grabbing Carson's keys from his hands. I'm about to open my door but Carson grabs my sleeve, pulling me back into the seat with ease. He takes my chin between his thumb and index finger, turning my head sideways to view my neck. 

" I didn't give you these." He states, fingers brushing against my collarbone. I raise a brow.

" Yeah? So?" I ask, putting my hair over my shoulder.

" I don't care if we aren't 'dating' or whatever, but we can both agree that this is exclusive, yeah?" He says, his eyes clouded with jealously. I tilt my head.

" I don't know, Vos, won't that be a little hard for you?" I tease, a finger over my mouth.

" Says the one with-"

" They're from my curling iron. I know girls use that as an excuse a lot, but I actually did. I have a vid if you don't beliv-" This time I'm the one being cut off, by soft lips brushing against my own. 

" It's fine. But we're exclusive now, Wilson. Tell your curling iron to stay the hell away."

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A/N: uhhhh... hi.... 

let me just start with... I'm so so so so so so so so sorry for not updating, I've just had no motivation and I wanted the chapter to be perfect. All of you are so patient, I love you. 

what do you think about the new 'exclusive' relationship?

I want to start asking a random question at the end of chapters, so...

What's your favorite show?