A Love in This Life

Chapter 8 Carters POV

Lunch with Ro went pretty well, in fact it went awesome until she asked what had happened between me and Maria. I didn't want to talk about it, but I know now that I had overreacted when telling her that I didn't. The drive back to school was silent, and I could tell that I had hurt her feelings, which made me feel bad. She had just started to open up to me, and I had gone and wrecked it all up.

Once we got back to school, she immediately jumped out of the car,and practically sprinted inside the school. I sighed as I slid onto my feet. People were rushing inside, trying to get to class on time. But me, I walked slowly, not particularly caring whether I got there on time or not. I bumped into Maria on my way to class. I was a little worried when I saw the mischievous look on her face, but ignored it and walked past her, not wanting to deal with any of her bullshit.

Class was boring, even though I wasn't paying any attention at all. My thoughts at that moment, were all reserved for one person in particular. That person (you guessed it) was Ro. Her wavy dark auburn hair, shaped perfectly to fit around her glasses, and her dark brown and sandy eyes. thought about the way she had smiled at me, and her surprised look when I grabbed her arm and took her to my car. And those lips... God those lips got me very time. Wait?! Was I thinking about her lips! I had no idea why I was doing that.

Time passed quickly, with my thoughts rolling over and over in my head like a Ferris wheel. As soon as school ended, I went straight for the men's locker room. Other guys my age walking around, changing into our practice uniform. I wasn't really in the mood for talking, so when Dylan walked up to me, I wasn't very thrilled.

"Hey man, I was wondering if I could have a word with you?" He asked me, sounding a little nervous. I rolled my eyes severely, motioning that I did not want talk to him.

"Come on dude, I just want to talk," he said, now basically begging.

"Yeah, and I just don't want to talk," I started to walk towards my locker, ready to just get on with practice. He held out his hand on my chest, stopping me from getting where I wanted to go.

"Okay, fine. What do you want?" I asked, my tone not lighting. Dylan told another guy to tell coach that we were gonna be late. We then stood and waited for all the guys to clear out. I could tell he was gonna say something important.

"So, are you and Ro, like... Together?" He stuttered, as if embarrassed. It took me a second to comprehend what he was saying.

"Why? Wait, do you like her or something?" For some reason the thought of him liking her made me extremely pissed off.

"Well, no I... I mean yeah, but..." I cut him off by running out onto the football field, my hands running through my hair, multiple emotions running through my body. Anger. Shock. Rage. What was happening? He was a jerk to her, and now he likes her? What?

I went through practice like usual, except instead of spiral throws going through my head, he and Ro being together. The image made me want to puke. Occasional glances of hate were directed towards Dylan throughout the practice.

Once it was over, instead of taking a shower in the locker room, like I usually do, I decided to take one at home. In the parking lot, Dylan was heading over to me. I tried to escape through my car, but he was able to get to me before.

"Carter! Look I'm sorry, it's just that I've liked her ever since middle school," he looked defeated and upset. Could he really like her like that?

"If you liked her, then why were you being such a douche bag to her?" I snapped. His face looked hurt, as if he didn't have a good enough reason for himself.

"I don't know man, when I was dared to talk to her I almost didn't do it. But the guys persuaded me to, so I went to just say hello, but she.. She didn't know who I was." He looked down, towards the ground.

"Why would she remember you?" I asked, still annoyed. He looked back up.

"Well, when she lost her friend, I tried to be friends with her, but she wouldn't open up to me, she wouldn't open up to anyone." His words confused me.

"What do you mean? Hasn't she always been shy?" I asked the first question that came to my head. He shook his head no before answering.

"No, well I mean she's always been shy, but in middle school she was really good friends with this girl named Amber. But ever since Amber died, she's been really shy." Her shyness didn't seem to be so extraordinary anymore to me.

"How'd her friend die?" His eyes and face showed shock at my question.

"Well if you don't know, then you don't know anything about her." He paused for a second. "Her best friend killed herself when she was in eighth grade. It broke Ro, dude. I guess you two aren't really close." He scoffed and started to walk away. And I let him.

I stood in the parking lot for several minutes just thinking. I thought I had a bad experience in middle school? What the hell was wrong with me? How could she sit through me telling my story, when hers is so much worse? Those thoughts followed me all the way home.

How would I ever get her to trust me?

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