Not Your Typical Love Story

Chapter 30: Dinner with the Jones?

Chapter 30: Dinner with the Jones?

 ***Scar's P.O.V***

I ran down the stairs, racing to catch up with Carson. I opened the door and saw him getting into his car, looking more pissed off than I'd ever seen him.

"Carson, wait! Carson please!" I scrambled down the steps, running to his car door, where he was waiting rather impatiently.

"What, Scar? You've obviously chosen the guy who broke your heart into a million pieces, without a second thought. It's not my business whether you're ruining your life, " he muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Wha-Carson, what are you talking about? How the hell am I ruining my life? I'm just befriending Cole again!" I yelled at him, fed up with everyone thinking they knew more about how to run my life than I did.

"Scar!" He exclaimed, "You tell me to forget what happened between us, but when Cole waves a hand in your direction, you go running! Do I need to remind you? He hurt you Scarlet!" he was yelling too, and I knew if I looked, I would see Nate peering out of the curtains.

"How would you know what's best for me Carson?! You wouldn't, and you don't! So stop trying to control my life for me! If I want to be friends with someone, then god damn it, I will be friends with them! And you definitely cannot have a say in that!" I was full out screaming, glaring at a shocked Carson, and probably looking like a crazy person, but I didn't care.

"I'm just trying to protect you! I don't want you getting hurt! Why can't you understand that?!"

"You sound like Nate," I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "Why can't I be friends with both you and Cole at the same time?"

"Because Scarlet! How do you not see it?" he looked slightly shocked, as if the answer was obvious.

"I don't know, enlighten me," I snapped, fed up with being in the dark all the time.

"Because we both like you Scar, god damn it!" He finally got out of the car, glowering despite what he said. I no longer knew whether the anger was directed at me or Cole.

"Wh-but, why should that matter?!" I stammered out, confused.

"I personally can't stand to be around him. He's obnoxious and conceited." Carson sneered, not sounding like himself.

"What's wrong with you Carson? You're acting like a jealous boyfriend. I don't even know why I came out to try to talk things out. You know what? Just forget it. Just leave." I turned on my heel, walking back inside with my head held high, ignoring Carson's pleas for me to turn around. When I felt him touch my shoulder I flinched, and hit it away harshly, running back inside and slamming the door. I turned, looking out of the window, to watch Carson slowly get into his car and drive away. Half of me wanted him to turn around and come back, but the other half of me, the stronger half of me, told me to forget him, and that if he couldn’t accept my choices, he shouldn’t need to be a part of my life. I stood my ground, and let him drive away. I felt Nate approach me, but still flinched when he touched my shoulder.

“Hey…” Nate seemed lost for words.

“I know you were looking, and I don’t want to talk about it,” I brushed his hand off, and walked up the stairs to my room.

“But Sca-“

“I said I don’t want to talk about it,” I said sharply, each word punctuated.

“Okay, okay,” I head Nate walk away, into the kitchen, door swinging on its hinges.

I walked into my room and shut the door quietly, lying back on my bed and sighing. Checking my phone, I started to wonder whether what I had told Carson was a mistake. Was it really not possible to be friends with both boys? And if so, who would I choose over the other? Would I even need to choose?