Yep. All good.
Noah needs to stay in his lane. I get that he means well, but this is ridiculous. Carter’s only offences since joining the league have been bar fights, which were mostly to stand up for women. I get that there should be no offences at all. Trust me, I understand that and wish it were different. But I don’t know how much clearer I can be when I say I’m not scared of him and don’t think anyone else has to be either.
Unless you’re an asshole. Then, perhaps, you should watch your back.
Noah
We’ll talk next time I see you.
No, we won’t.
My phone buzzes again, but it’s not Noah, thank god. It’s my sister.
Serena
Dad’s all moved in! His new room is awesome. Thanks Biggie.
Dread curls in my gut. No, thank you,Carter.
What are we going to do when I can’t afford that place anymore?
Me
I’m glad to hear that. How is he doing?
Serena
Getting worse. Call me tonight and I’ll give you the latest. A lot of it went over my head. It doesn’t look or sound good, though.
It never does. His disease is a bitch.
Me
I’m on nights, but I’ll call you when I’m off okay?
Serena
Sounds good. Love you.
Me
Love you more, Smalls.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
carter
I exit the arena,surprised that my faux girlfriend was not lounging around the halls, waiting for me. I almost texted her, but when I realized that Sweets was nowhere to be found either, and her fiancé was right next to me, I figured they were up to no good elsewhere.
Sure enough, they’re leaning against my G-Wagon when Lowesy and I finally make it outside. Since they’ve gotten engaged, the media and fan pages are more obsessed with them than they are with me and Red. It’s been nice having a little heat off my back. Still not enough to make me end this arrangement quite yet, though.
Arden turns when we approach, those brown eyes lighting up.
Yeah, not ready to cut ties.
“Hi, boyfriend.”
I smile, nodding as a way of greeting. “Hey, girlfriend.”
