Chapter 17- Where do we go from here

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"Mekaela! Oi, girl, over here!" The guy in the car was calling out to her. He waved his hand back and forth signaling to her to come over.

A surprised look appeared on Mekaela's features as she ran towards the convertible.

"Carter?" She said breathless. "What are you doing here?"

He flash her a pearly white smile. "Just finished partying. I'm heading home now." His yawn turned into a frown as he noticed her body give a little tremble, probably from the night breeze, he assumed. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Uh,nothing." She looked around to see no one anywhere. "Just taking a walk."

There was a long silence, which her party friend finally broke. "At night." He certainly didn't sound convinced.

"Y-yes. Why? Strange?"

"Yes, strange. You never go out in the middle of the night. If I remember well, you never dare yourself to go strolling alone in the dark."

Mekaela bit her lips. He was right about that. Darn, "Well, you're wrong." Her lips quivered. "I've changed."

She wasn't going to fool him. Carter knew she was telling a white lie. He could read through her. Something must be wrong. She never looked so fragile and devastated in his days that he befriended her.

He opened the door and stepped out of his car. He gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Okay, what happened?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Boy trouble?"

Ever since he had a tiny yet huge crush on Mekaela's older brother, he just couldn't help but feel overprotective over Mekaela like he was her other brother.

"...Uhh, no." She hesitantly denied.

Carter fiddle with her fingers unsure if to ask for refuge. She winced at that word. Never in her life did she ever have to wonder if she would ever go without a home or food. Hesitantly, she galnced around her at the dark empty street, feeling the same light cold breeze penetrate the layers of clothing to her warm sin. "Do you mind if I stay at your place for a while?"

Carter arched a brow.

"My place id getting remodeled."Lame excuse. But that will do. She hoped She really didn't want to explain further with her mind all jumbled up.

"Sure." He didn't ask anymore.He knew a couple's relationship was hard to keep. Gay, straight, lesbian, bisexual, experience, inexperienced, whichever, still it was hard. Neither of them came easy with instructions. Carter shook his head and brushed his problems aside to look up at his inexperienced friend.

The bags under her eyes made him wonder if really it was a good idea to let her stay in such a cruel adult world instead of back home where it was easy, childish, and simple.

Brushing the argument with his mind aside, Carter led Mekaela to the passenger side, closing the door after her. As he sat on his seat, he shifted the gear and started to move from the spot.

Her belongings weren't the problem right now.

"Well, this is my humble home." Carter said leading Mekaela in, locking the door behind. His cozy brown bungalow was located a bit far from the city. He loved the view and the quietness, yet he was the party devil when he stepped into nightclubs.

"You can sleep in my room."He suggested.

"Where will you sleep?" Mekaela asked.

Showing her a set of bright teeth, Carter chuckled. "Well, as rich as I am, Meakela dear, I never planned of furnishing more than one bedroom. So," he patted the leather sofa. "I'll shack out here."

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