Chapter 3

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Casey POV

Great. Just great. He hurt her. Yea, what a friend.

She stormed out a few minutes ago, and Carson tried stopping her, but I told him to let her be.

"Soooo..." he awkwardly said. I had no business talking to him.

He walked over to me and sat down on ths bed. I didn't want him to talk to me, I don't want to talk to him. He took out his phone and sent a text to this Marissa chick. I never liked her, she always got a boyfriend to show off. It pissed me off.

But this time, Carson's using her. He's using her to raise his popularity status, which isn't raising due to his disgusting behavior.

And another thing, he used Danielle. For his own sexual pleasure. None of the girls really liked him; he has been a jerk since birth, I bet. But he tried flirting with me, and I walked out. He better not try it again this time.

"You wanna know something, Casey?" he smirked. Oh god.

"What?" I gritted. Here it comes.

"You are gorgeous. So sexy."

Are you kidding me...

"That's it. I'm leaving." I stood up and grabbed a jacket, the weather was bitter. He gave me a confused look.

"Why? Where are you going?"

That's it. "Carson, you are cheating on Marissa! Yea, so what, you guys are fighting, but she still loves you! Don't waste another relationship like you did with Brittany!"

His face was folded to a scowl, "Don't bring her up. I never had good memories with her. And we stopped fighting, but I don't really like her anymore."

Oh my "Then break up with her!! Jesus you irritate me so damn much! Get your ass outta here and dump her!!"

"Fine, I will."

"Wait, Carson. Do you still like Danielle?" damn it, Casey, shut up.

"Yeaaaa, why?" woah.

"Just curious."

With that, he walked out and wasn't seen for an hour.


Carson POV

I casually walked down the hallway to the stairs. Thankfully, I see Marissa about to walk out the cafe exit. I quickly stopped her and she hastily turned around.

"Hey babe!" she cheerfully greeted.

"Yea....uhm... about that..." here it goes.

Her face was in full concern, almost the face a ditz gives you when they don't understand something your saying.

"I think we should break up."

She blinked twice, telling me she understood me. Her high heeled self strutted out the door without another work. Immediately, I unlocked my phone and deleted her number.

Now, for plan #2.

Let's find Danielle.


I wasn't in a hurry, but my mind was flashing really fast, of moments when I saw her cry; I never wanted to hurt her. But I have.

And I'm going to fix this, and I'm going to fix it permanently. That's when I saw her. Everything about her was broken. She was still crying, huddled up against a tree. I scurried across this unknown neighbor's lawn to reach her. I bent down and got on my knees.

"Can I see them?" I whispered.

It was silent, too silent for my taste, so I brushed her arm with my finger tips until she set it free from her own grasp. I turned it over and rolled up her sleeves. Her wrist was abused.

Cuts, varied in deepness and length, lay a dark crimson against her arm.

I then leant down and placed a small kiss on each one of them. She started sobbing, I wouldn't blame her. The person who ripped her heart out of her chest sits here and lays out his feelings onto her skin.

"Baby girl, please don't ever do this. I'll never hurt you again."

She put her head up and grabbed my hand. I laced our fingers together and she put her free hand in my hair. Danielle leaned closer and pecked my lips, and soon our lips were moving with one anothers', it was absolute perfection. I haven't kissed her in such a long time, and it felt good. I pulled apart, and she stood up, holding her hand out to help me. I kindly denied, as I stood up on my own.

"Carson?" she mumbled.


"I'm sorry. I hurt myself. And... I won't do it unless I let you know afterwards."

I smiled, small but large enough for her to see.

When we got back to our room, we were happy, laughing, talking...

Until a very opposite Casey saw us together. 

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