Chapter Thirteen- Squirrels in his pants.
"Are you sure you're not cold?" Carter asked me looking down at my outfit. I admit, probably was not the best idea to wear shorts in such cold weather.
"I'm good," i answered for the thousandth time. "Are we almost there?" I feel like we've been walking for miles, and I'm not even exaggerating.
"We're almost there drama queen," Carter nudged me. I swear everyone is trying me today. Zeke chuckled from behind us.
"I forgot you were there Zeke. It was almost nice with out your annoying presence around," i remarked.
"If you wanted to be alone with Carter you should have just said so."
"You were so much more tolerateable the first time we met," i rolled my eyes and continued to walk a tad faster than Zeke so that I wouldn't have to listen to his smart mouth.
We finally arrived to the party, well I assumed it was the party, there were cars parked in the lawn. However, this is smaller than the ones I usually go to, but I'm not complaining.
Walking into the crowd of people I look to my right to see Carter staring with a little bit of discomfort, it was sort of adorable. I could tell that this was really his scene by the way he licked his lips and the way he fidgets with his hands. "You don't come to parties often do you?" I whispered in his ear so that only he could hear me, I didn't want to embarrass him.
He just shook his head telling me that I was in fact right. I just smiled unbelievably, took his wrist and lead him into the kitchen. I mixed a few drinks together and handed it to him.
"Is there alcohol in it?" He asked taking it from my hand and taking a sip.
"Yes," i rolled my eyes, "but not enough to get you drunk. It's just a little. So don't be a baby." I teased taking my drink and sipping on it.
"I'm not being a baby, It was just a question, because one of us has to stay sober," he growled.
"What makes you think I'm going to get wasted tonight?" I shot back. I honestly wasn't planning on drinking much, due to my brand new job tomorrow.
"Because that's what you do, Rose."
"That's what I do?" I crossed my arms, this ticked me off. This one comment ticked me off. Does he just think of me as a chick who always has to be drinking or partying?
"Yes, you party."
"At least I don't have a stick up my ass. Lighten up, and stop being a dick," i shot back leaving my red solo cup on the counter and leaving him in the kitchen.
As I walked through the living room I could hear glass breaking, flirting, and people singing along to the music playing.
"Hey, you look lost," a stranger observed behind me.
"Isn't everyone," i chuckled at the irony of him telling me I looked lost, because I was lost, but it more ways than he thought.
"You look familiar, have we meet?" He asked towering over me.
"I don't think so, but you might know me from the pub down the street. I used to work there." I've learned that when people say they've seen me before it's usually because they spend just as much time at that bar as I do.
"Oh yeah, you were the waitress who spilt my drink all over my pants, then told me it was my fault," he laughed.
"Yeah, because it was your fault."
"How? You were carrying my drink. I didn't even touch it," we were playfully arguing. We weren't being rude to each other, we were just teasing.
"Well when I went to go set your drink down you kicked your leg, which kicked the table, which made me get distracted," i laughed, that was a terrible excuse-even for me.
"Your boyfriend doesn't look to happy that you're talking to me," Cute stranger man told me, nodding his head towards Carter.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, which felt like the thousandth time tonight, "Carter is not my boyfriend." I looked back at Carter to see him looking over this way. His eyes looked droopy and it almost made me feel guilty. Almost.
"He's not? Then why does it look like you murdered his puppy this morning?"
"Maybe because I did," i whispered jokingly. "Nah, I'm kidding. He wants alot from me and I don't have anything to give him."
"Like what?"
"He wants a relationship, but I don't do relationships." Why was I telling this complete stranger my buisness? This was so unlike me, I've noticed I've been doing alot of things I normally wouldn't do latley.
"But you have feelings for him?" He asked as if he was trying to solve a mystery and he was Velma from Scooby-Doo.
"No, No way do I have any feeling for Carter," i laughed just at the thought itself. "i didn't catch your name."
"Nick, and you're Rose. I remembered your name tag." He laughed, "As much as I like talking to you, it looks like he's about to start foaming from the mouth. I think you should get back to Walter."
"Carter." I corrected, but nodded saying goodbye, then heading back to the person who brought me here.
When I walked up to Carter, he started staring at something else, pretending that he wasn't looking at Nick and me talking the whole time. "Are you going to stand there all night or?" I goaded.
"Like I said, I don't do parties often." He told me for the second time tonight, but somehow I knew that he could probably count the number of parties that he's been to on his one hand.
I took his hand and drug him into the living room where tons of people danced along to the beat of the music. When we got to the center Carter just stared at me, I guess he was waiting on me to make the first move. "Come on, dance with me."
"I can't dance."
"Neither can I," i admitted as I just danced to the beat Around Carter who was just standing there looking for direction. So I took his hand again and started twirling myself around. He laughed at my stupid gesture, "Come on, just dance." I pleaded taking both of his hands and moving them like we do with babies.
A few songs and begs later, Carter started moving a little bit. Eventually, he came out of his shell and started to dancing with me. Of course he danced like there was squirrels I'm his pants, or he was about to pee his pants, but he was having fun, and that made me happy. It was fun, we were laughing at each others horrible dance moves and on top of that we kept stepping on each others feet.
"See, I told you. It's fun," i mused feeling high on the adrenaline. But as soon as we were both jumping and having a great time, the music slowed down. This never happens at parties, so I was automatically confused.
When I looked around I saw couple dancing with each other, but not the way they were a few minutes ago. Now they were holding each other close- too close for my liking.
I started to walk back to the kitchen, until Carter pulled my wrist back and pulled me closer to his warm body. "You made me dance with you, now you have to dance with me he whispered." He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me as close as he could. "This is the part where you put your arms around my neck," he smirked reaching for my arms and laying them across his shoulders.
We danced- well, he danced, I just kind of stood there to "Unsteady" by X Ambassadors. The song is way too intimate and sad, and I didn't feel comfortable with it playing in the background of Carter holding me so close.
"I'm not going to let you go, until you dance with me," he chuckled whispering in my ear.
I groaned and intertwined my fingers behind his neck and swayed along with the song as he did. Listening to the lyrics of the song "Hold, Hold on to me, cause I'm a little unsteady," made me want to gag. Eventually, I rested my head against his chest listening to each beat of his heart. It was beating fast as if he was nervous. I looked up at his face to notice he was staring at me the whole time. We stared in each others eyes for a while, which I noticed his light brown eyes for the first time.
The whole place stopped, I couldn't even hear the music anymore. The only thing I heard was my heart beat, I didn't even notice Carter moving closer to my face. He was only about an inch away from my face, that was when I realized I had to stop him. I pulled back my hands from his neck and escaped my body from his arms.
As I was walking away I wondered how stupid I am. He was two seconds away from kissing me. Was I going to let him? I didn't want to kiss Carter... at all.
I walked out of the house and down the steps before Carter caught up to me. "Wait up," he said, but I didn't listen and just kept my pace. "I said wait up," he demanded grabbed hand.
I quickly yanked it out of his possession, "Stop following me," i mumbled.
"Tell me why you ran out. I thought things were going great." Carter admitted ad he followed me, but I ignored him. I didn't want to talk to him at all. "You're just a scared little girl." His voice tone changed
I turned around so quick and got up in his face,"I'm scared?" I gritted my teeth.
"Philophobia," he shouted back, "It's when someone has the fear of falling in love or any emotional attachment."
"It's not a fear, I just don't want it," i yelled back at him. The music was still so loud from the party that I doubt anyone could hear us, but the people outside were sure getting a show.
"If you're not scared, then kiss me," he dared moving closer to me.
"I'm not kissing you."
"Why? You know you want to. What's holding you back, Rose?" He kept pushing me and I just wanted to hit something. He makes me so mad.
"I don't want to kiss you because I don't want to kiss you, not because I'm afraid."
"Whatever you say. But I know you wanted to kiss me in there or else you would've stopped me way before I got that close."
"You can believe what you want," i pushed him back and started my way down the street. We always have the same argument, and I'm beginning to wonder if I should just cut him out of my life completely.
Ever since he came into my life, he's changed alot of things in my life and on top of all the change, he's been annoying about it the whole time.
Being around him has just became too much of a hassle, and I don't like that. I don't like looking at him, I don't like speaking to him, I don't like the way he touches me, and I most definitely do not like the way he makes me feel.