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My breathing quickens, and I hate it because that's the exact reaction he wants. Each word he speaks is said with the pure intention to get me worked up, and fuck, it's working. He comes closer and presses his lips against the shell of my ear.
"The taste of your pussy still lingers on my tongue."
Holy shit. If I stay here and listen to him, I'll end up pinned against the wall of the locker room like some sort of cleat chaser. I take a step back, out of his reach, and train my expression to one that doesn't show a single hint of what's running through my mind.
"Never again."
He smirks, as if he knows I'm lying through my teeth. "Okay."
"I'm serious, Carter," I press.
His smile widens. "Sure."
Walking away, I know he doesn't believe a word I'm saying.
And the worst part—I don't either.
KENNEDY KEEPS HER ARM looped with mine as we walk into the house. To be honest, this is the last place I wanted to be tonight. I've spent the last two days avoiding Carter all together, and that's taken a lot of commitment since it's meant I've had to stay in my dorm with Beverly. I swear, that girl is plotting my murder while I sleep. Not that I would blame her if she did it. I did crash her car, but still. I never knew so much hostility could fit in such a small room.
The party is already going on by the time we get inside. Amelia is play-fighting with Zayn over who controls the music while Easton is messing with his phone. Meanwhile, Carter and Jace are talking animatedly while Paige just stands beside them, looking bored.
I've had mixed feelings when it comes to Paige. At first, I thought if anyone would be responsible for my death, it was going to be her. She was as frigid as the arctic toward me, but after the night of the haunted asylum, everything kind of changed. And judging by the fact that no one else seems to know Carter and I slept together, she kept her mouth shut about it. I can respect that.
Kennedy leads us over to the guys and lets go of me to say hello to her boyfriend. He slips his phone back into his pocket and wraps his arms around her. I can feel Carter's stare, and as if my eyes have a mind of their own, they meet his. Even after spending the last couple days completely avoiding him at all costs, I feel myself being pulled toward him. It's like something crackles in the air between us, and I fucking hate it. He must sense it too because he winks at me.
"Ugh," I say and turn away from him. "Someone get me a drink."
I walk over to get a beer, pouring it from the keg and into my cup, but the second I go to take a sip, it's pulled from my hands. I look up to see Carter holding it up where I can't reach it.
"What the fuck? Give me my drink."
He shakes his head. "You're not drinking tonight."
"Says who?" I balk. "You? What gives you the damn right?"
"Well, let's see. The last three times you've gotten drunk, you played in traffic, almost reenacted the way your best friend died, and intentionally crashed a car into mine." He throws my choices back in my face so hard they nearly bruise. "So, I'll say it again. You're not drinking tonight."
Fucking prick. "When did you become a parent?"
His gaze rakes over me and he smirks, leaning against the wall. "I mean, it's not my thing, but you can call me Daddy if you want to."
My hand flies over my mouth as I pretend to gag. "I think I just threw up in my mouth."
THROUGHOUT MOST OF THEparty, I keep my distance from Carter, but that doesn't mean I can't feel him watching me. Every time I look his way, he's staring right back at me. At first I was just going to spend tonight hanging out with friends, but instead, I think I'll mess with him.
A guy from one of my classes is drinking a beer and talking to a couple of his friends. He's not exactly my type, but he's good looking enough. When his friends go to refill their cups, I take the opportunity to go talk to him.
"Jordan, right?" I ask.
He smiles and nods. "Yeah, and you're Tyeler. We're in the same statistics class together."
"Oh right," I smile. "I hate that class."
"Me too! It's like the topic alone is already boring, but the way she teaches it makes me feel like I'm dying a slow and painful death."
"Sounds about right." I move myself closer, knowing that every inch is probably irritating the shit out of Carter. "So, what are you majoring in?"
"I'm still undecided, but I'm leaning toward Sports Management," he replies.
