Childhood Sweethearts

Chapter Four

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Dedication: ila_ish for the awesome cover on the side - thanks heaps. :)

 Recap:

Dragging myself into standing position, I shuffled up the stairs. Tiredly, I entered my room, needing to change into my pyjamas. I sat roughly on my bed and felt my body hit something. Jerking up, I spun and my eyes widened.

A jar of Nutella was perched on my bed, adjacent to it was my absolute favourite T.V series, Prison Break. A note was placed beside.

' I know you always eat Nutella and watch Prison Break when you're upset or angry. I thought you might have been both.' -Carter. 

I felt my heart swell inside my chest. I nibbled at my lip, trailing my fingers over the note. That was surprisingly sweet. I let my eyelids flutter closed. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as I thought. Maybe we could try and sort things out...

Oh God. Carter just won me over with buying me food and a present. I was so weak. I lent down, scrunched up the note angrily and threw it across the room, pegging it roughly against the wall. It ricocheted off the wall, to the desk, before landing its final destination on the floor.

If he thinks he can 'seduce' me with this, he has another thing coming. I scrunched up my face, my skin heating up.

It was so on.

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Light flooded into my room, piercing through my closed eyelids. I groaned, rubbing at my face, scrunching up my nose.

"What the hell?" I grumbled groggily, still unable to comprehend what was happening. "Where am I?"

"Rise and shine!" an overly cheerful voice boomed, causing me to wince. It was way too early for this. My body jerked, my eyes snapping open. Carter? It took my still-asleep-mind a couple of moments to process what was happening. 

I rolled onto my side and snatched at my phone. I squinted at the screen. It became evident it was six thirty am, which is an hour earlier than I usually wake up. I blinked at it for a few moments, trying to understand what this meant.

"You've got to be kidding me..." I trailed off moodily.

"Nope." he replied, popping the 'p', positively glowing at me. "Up we get."

"No." 

"Yes!"

"No." I snapped, smothering myself with my blanket.

Maybe, if I play dead, he will leave me alone... 

Before I could even blink, the blanket was ripped away from me, instantly being replaced with the harsh, morning air. I gasped in shock, my mouth popping open. I curled myself up in a ball, embarrassed to only be wearing a shirt. I know he has seen me many times like this before, but things were different now.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I ground out in annoyance.

"Um, since your car has no petrol and I'm your ride?"

"Since when do you go to school early?"

"Since I have to work out now for football." he chirped, clapping his hands enthusiastically and rocking back and forth on the balls of his heels.