Loving You

8

"Alright, whatever," I state looking back to where Braden and Trey are waiting for me. Braden looks intrigued by the girl standing in front of me while Trey seems hella confused. I look back down to the girl in front of me who looks even more annoyed, "Look I gotta go."

"Yup, see ya," she says brushing past me. This time I don't stop her. No matter how badly I want to just hold her down and tell me what's wrong or what I did to fuck up. I throw my head back annoyed running a hand through my hair.

Carter is confusing. Why can't she just I don't even know. I turn around slightly as she heads back in the direction of the dorms. Where she was probably pregaming before she ended up here. I throw my hood back onto my head and make my way over to Braden and Trey. A part of me thinks I should go after her but another part of me is annoyed and knows I shouldn't push it.

"Who the fuck was that? She's hot," Braden states whistling lowly looking at her disappearing figure. I shoot him a glare and he gives me a look, "What? She is."

"No," I state walking to the parking lot. Trey and Braden both give me weird looks as if it isn't the first time I have called dibs on girl. Except this time I have a feeling the dibs will be for more than just one night.

"No? The fuck you mean no?" Braden asks me as I unlock my car. Trey gives me a look to not piss off Braden tonight but I don't really give a fuck. Braden has been getting on my last nerve and he has some balls acting like that after almost fighting Michael for a girl.

"She's off-limits. For everyone," I state getting into the drivers seat of my car and slamming my car door shut. I throw my gym bag into the backseat. Trey and Braden throw their own stuff back there while Braden gets into the back and Trey in the front.

"Is she like your secret sister or something or?" Braden asks clearly lost. I turn around and make a face at him. He puts his hands up in defense. "If she's off-limits whatever man. That's your deal. Can I at least get the name?"

I turn back around and put the keys into the ignition, "Carter Miller."

Braden has loyalty and that is why he is so close with all of us. If we tell him to backoff, he does, and if you are in a bar fight he is always there to help. Always. But, if you don't have his loyalty then you're automatically fucked. No matter what Braden will fuck you over before you could even process what was happening.

"So, what is the deal?" Trey asks as I back out of the parking space. I glance at him and then back to focusing on backing up. There is no fucking deal between the two of us. I just want to hookup with her and that's it. Once I do, nothing else will happen between us.

"We are just friends." It's not a lie but it isn't entirely the truth. No matter how many times I would love to say I just want fuck the girl, I know it won't be just that if I do. Which is why I should steer clear from her. I don't need the distraction. Especially not Carter, a girl who will barely look at or talk to me. She's a challenge and I would like to blame this weird intense attraction on that.

Majority of the car ride is quiet. Carter's weird attitude towards me bothers me more than it should. It just doesn't make sense how yesterday everything was fine. We agreed to be friends after our back and forth.

I pull into our driveway next to Jeremy and Robbie. I pull the keys out of the ignition and reach behind me to grab Trey and I's bag. Braden has already grabbed his bag and is heading inside.

"What has you tripping so hard right now?" Trey asks as I grab a bag. I check the number before throwing it at Trey.

"Nothing, dude," I tell him shrugging my shoulders. I am not about to tell him a freshman girl has me tripping. Not that I could even say I am tripping over her. Annoying? Causing me unneeded stress? Yes, to both of those things. I grab my bag and push open the car door. Trey scoffs getting out of the car.

"Bullshit," Trey says shutting his car door. I ignore his comment and continue walking to the house. I don't want to have this conversation with him, at all. Or with anyone cause there's nothing to even discuss. I climb the porch steps and roughly open the screen door. The loud yelling from the living room about how "ass" Robbie is at NBA2k makes me laugh. I don't look back at Trey cause I know he isn't going to drop the topic.

A freshman girl, has drama written all over it. She is new to the college life and they get attached. Although I have a feeling Carter is a little hard to get to even become attached. Which is perfect considering I don't want any attachments. So, why can't the girl just let me fuck her and be done. This could have all come to an end that one Thursday.

I head up the stairs to my room so I can shower and maybe get a girl on the phone to come over. I shove open my door closing it behind me. I drop my bag next to my dresser and grab my phone from my pocket. I unlock it and pause before sending a text to Kristen.

Carter's Instagram page is open her smiling pictures with friends, family, and some by herself stare at me. I hesitate before scrolling but one look at her bikini pictures and all self reserve is fucking out the window. She has a lot of fucking bikini pictures and god fucking damnit does that make me want to bang her more. She also use to be a cheerleader and ran track. Which all kind of add up. I click on one specific picture with all of her friends, the blonde from the party on Thursday, Lacey, and Rae but she is with two other girls I have never seen before.

I think about Trey's words about me 'tripping' as I press the follow button. This girl is exactly the worst thing that can happen to me. I don't want a relationship and she clearly doesn't want one with me. So, there is no reason for me to tripping over this girl or any girl for that matter. I just need a quick fuck tonight and the weird feeling of her walking away from me tonight will dissolve. I leave Instagram and shoot a text to Kristen. I throw my phone onto my mattress watching as it bounces a few times before settling thinking about who I really should be texting instead.