EXACTLY Part 4 Scotty's POV

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Part 4 Scotty's pov

It was time to go to school the next day. It was hot outside but I wore a long sleeve shirt though. Carter would be disappointed if she saw. I had a cut on my arm now because I wanted to know what Carter got out of it. After I did it I still didn't understand. Blood trickled down my arm and it kind of hurt but it wasn't deep. It would heal without a scar but I didn't want Carter to see.

"Scott why is your face so pale? Is something wrong?" Carter asked as she got into the car. I was afraid she would immediately sense what had been done but she didn't. I had gone from innocent jock to disappointing jerk but she didn't know it yet. I regretted not taking my medication yesterday.

"Nothing's wrong and I don't know why my face is pale." I lied through me teeth.

"Scotty? You know I can tell you're lying right?" she started to cry. She got out of the car. "I'll walk, but thanks. It's not far away."

"Carter." I called sadly but she ran away and she was fast. I followed her but then she used yards to get to school so I couldn't anymore. I pounded on the dashboard and said a few explicatives. When I got to school Carter was leaning against my locker and she seemed like she had calmed down.

"Carter I'm so sor--." I started but she interrupted me.

"Scotty..." She hugged me tightly as she started to cry. "I've been lied to and betrayed so many times. It hurts really really bad and I can't stand liars. Please never lie to me again."

"I promise I won't ever lie to you again." I got teary eyed and my voice was lower due to seriousness.

"Why was your face so pale?" She tested me and I knew I'd fail.

"I can't tell you. I'm sorry Carter but I can't." I hoped she'd understand but knew she wouldn't.

"I'll talk to you later." She pushed me away and slid past me to her first class as the bell rang.

"You're mad at me aren't you?" I yelled with my arms in the air.

"Nope just disappointed." Her voice got low.

"Carter come talk to me please. Carter, please, I love you." I started to cry and I punched my locker in anger.

"Do you tell every girl that? How can you love someone in two weeks?" She was at my side but still mad.

"I have never said that to any girl before. I've never meant it with such sincerity. Carter I love you but it's okay if you don't feel the same. I'll always love you and I can wait for you to love me too." I meant every word I said but if she saw my arm she wouldn't believe me.

"I love you too." She whispered.

"What?" I thought I'd misheard her.

"I love you too." She kissed me deeply. Her back was against the lockers and my left hand was against the lockers while my right arm was around her waist. I was closer to her then I'd ever been.

"We're late for class." She whispered against my lips.

"We'll get late passes from the office in a few minutes." I kept kissing her.

"Scotty come on." She was nervous but happy.

"Nope. Not when I'm with the most beautiful girl ever. Biology can definitely wait." I kissed her again.

"Too bad. Time to go." She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the office.

"Just one more kiss goodbye?" I begged her.

"I'll see you after baseball practice." She teased me with a light kiss on the lips though.

School seemed to fly by and I was afraid of Carter finding the cut later. I planned on staying at her house after practice to explain it. After practice I drove her home. We got out of the car and walked to the house. We got inside and immediately started kissing. Carter saw my wrist and got pissed off.

"You want to explain why the hell you did this? Scotty! Why?!" She yelled at me and stormed out of the house before she could get an answer. I had seen a scar on her arm though and I knew it was fresh as in it had been done today at some point. I didn't think she would cut herself at school though so I knew she had to have done it this morning but why? Who could have upset her to the point of her adding another scar for this year of her life? I had to stop her somehow but I had no clue how to. I felt powerless and that really upset me in so many ways. I really wanted to help her but she probably wouldn't listen to a bipolar boy who had cut himself the previous night. Had she known this morning and not called me out on it? No that was impossible she would have called me out about it even if we were in front of everyone at the school.

"Carter! I saw that you have a fifteenth scar so it's not like you're perfect either." I went after her out the door.

"You upset me this morning. I cut myself and patched it up in the woods." She started to cry. "You never did though. Why now? You don't really love me either do you? You just said that today so that I wouldn't flip like this about your scar when I saw it. Well Scotty you thought wrong because I'm still flipping out."

"I wanted to know what got you so happy afterwards. I also didn't take my medicine last night. Carter, I never will again I swear. Please swear you'll never do it again either. I also can't believe you would think that I'd lie to you about loving you just so that you wouldn't flip about my cut. I would never say something like that unless I really meant it. I really do mean it Carter. The cut didn't make me want to say it either. I love you Carter. I never want to lose you. I will always be here for you no matter what. I will be here to help you through everything. I love you and I always will." I hugged her tightly.

"I love you too." She held onto me.

"Do you swear?" I questioned. I worried that if I took away her cutting that she'd do something worse. I worried that she would possibly go and do something so bad that it would make it so that I would never see her again. It worried me and it scared me if she agreed to this I would always be by her side to lend her a shoulder to cry on or someone to vent to about anything. I would be here for her no matter what. I didn't want to lose her for any reason at all. I would make her swear that she would not do anything else to herself no matter how upset she was. I would always be near so that nothing would happen to her.

"I don't know." She looked me in the eyes and started to cry.

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