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Except it seemed that Carter did, and it was irritating me. What was I to him, just the forbidden ‘little sister’s best friend’ fantasy?
He kept up with his attempts all through dinner. The waiter could tell that I was embarrassed, giving me sympathetic looks and stopping by the table to check and see if I needed more water way more often than she had to, I think to stop Carter from trying to creep his hand up my skirt again.
I tried to be polite, thinking of ways to steer the conversation, even onto subjects that I didn’t really care about like football (which Carter loved but I was more of a hockey girl), his career, and hell, even his Christmas plans. Searching for something, anything, to talk about other than how much he wanted to have sex with me.
The relief I felt when it came time to pay the bill was like a drug. I refused dessert when the waiter asked and she nodded sympathetically. “I hope that you have a good rest of your night,” she told me, looking right at me, and we had one of those moments where two women look at each other and just know that the guy we’re both having to deal with is awful.
“Could you take me home?” I asked Carter as we got into the car.
Carter started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, and at first I was confident that he was doing as I’d told him—but then halfway there he took a right instead of left, which would’ve been the way to get me back to my house. “I was thinking that we could take a little drive, find a nice spot for stargazing.”
That was the last fucking straw. Stargazing sure was a nice, romantic idea, but I knew by his tone that he wasn’t thinking about the damn stars at all, or even about just cuddling together staring up at them, enjoying each other’s presence and talking about everything and nothing. He was thinking about finding a spot that was nice and secluded so we could fuck.
“Carter, I think we’re on two different wavelengths here,” I told him. “You seem to think that I’m fulfilling some random sex fantasy for you. I’m not. I wanted a proper boyfriend, I wanted someone to actually be in a relationship with. I’m not looking for marriage, but I’d like to not feel like the whole fucking restaurant is shaking their heads because my date has his hand up my fucking skirt. Okay? So take me home. Are you even listening to me?”
Carter pulled off onto—of all places, fucking Makeout Point. “Oh, come on, Billie, you wouldn’t have said yes to this date if you didn’t want a bit of this. You wouldn’t have come up here with me if you didn’t want to.”
“I didn’t want to come up here with you, you were supposed to take me home.”
Carter leaned in and I shoved his face away. “No, Carter, how many ways do I have to say it for you to believe me?”
“C’mon, Billie.” He winked at me. “You’ve wanted me since high school. I’ve always known it.”
“I could’ve had you in high school, you pathetic douche, if I’d had no standards. This was a fucking mistake.” Carter leaned in again and I full-on smacked him, anger raging in me like a tornado. Fuck this. I was just trying to get over Pike, to have a nice date with someone decent, to have a little fun and maybe have an actual goddamn relationship for once in my life—
I shoved my way out of the car, slamming the door behind me. A moment later I heard the car start up again and Carter pulled up next to me, driving slowly. “Billie, you’re being ridiculous, seriously, what the fuck? Get in the car.”
“No!” I spat. “You can stay the fuck away from me. If I so much as see you while I’m hanging out with Michelle I’ll punch your lights out!”
My ability to be a spitfire might have backfired on me a few times in my life but right now it was a good thing. Carter saw the look in my eyes and gave up, a flash of fear in them before he smoothed his face out into one of casual annoyance. Yeah, buddy, that’s right. You better be scared of me. Even if he would never admit to it.
“Fine. See if I care. Enjoy walking home in the fucking cold,” he spat, and then he revved the engine just to be a dick and drove off.
I flipped him off, knowing he could see me in the rearview mirror.
For a few minutes, my anger kept me warm. My heart was pounding with a combination of righteous fury, indignation, and honestly some fear. Carter was bigger than I was, and stronger too, and while I could’ve defended myself there was always the chance that he could’ve forced himself on me. It was a possibility that never truly went away, something I was always aware of as a woman, and frankly, I didn’t trust a guy like Carter not to fucking pull some bullshit like that. It made me shiver.
