The following night when I returned home clutching the tiny slip of paper that could tell me everything, I wondered if it would be weird to just randomly show up, I never thought ahead of this plan. I just acted purely off my curiosity which always gets me into trouble. 

That tiny slip of paper made me forget all about Nessa asking to help her win Carter back. I don't care less about their relationship or what they do as long as they leave me out of it, but in this case I'm afraid I have no other choice but to pry. Fuck it. Just a drive by won't hurt.

I grab my keys and start heading towards the door. As I open the door I'm shocked to see Carter standing there with a stack of homework that looks months behind. Carter doesn't say a word as he grabs the edge of the door to push it all the way open as he freely walks through as if he owns the place. 

"Uh.. hello?" 

I say in shock, still confused as to why he walked into my house without exchanging a single word or normal human expression, instead he had that stern look to him that he always has. What's wrong with him? What about the face he made The other day? Was it fake? Is he acting? 

"Sorry I don't have much time, if it's okay with you I'd like to begin please?" 

He phrases it politely but his tone is anything but warm. I wonder what goes on inside his head. 

"So you think it's normal to break into somebody's house? I didn't even give you my address. How'd you find out where I live?!"

I say as if I wasn't just about to drive by his place.

"I didn't break in, you opened your door for one and for two I know everything." 

He says as we both take a seat at my dining room table.

For a slight moment I could see his expression shift very slightly into a subtle smirk. 

"Hm okay so he can smile halfway at least, who knew?" 

I say as I press one first up against my face to lean on smirking smugly as I examine his face for any more sudden smirks. I chuckle softly. 

Wait, did I just say that to his face out loud? I didn't realize what I said until it slipped out. It didn't seem to phase him instead he replied in a cocky but almost flirtatious tone, 

"Who said I don't smile? Maybe you just haven't given me a good reason."

All of a sudden my face feels hot and red. What did he just say to me? Any thoughts I once had of him possibly having a heart in that dark sticky soul float away. I scoff to myself, 

"asshole."

I mummer it under my breath quietly enough for it to go unheard, or so I thought.

"Yet." 

He then adds.

Which then reddens my face even more, trying to keep a cool composure and not lose all of the dignity I have left right now I change the subject. 

"Haha, so are you hungry?" 

I ask as I chuckle nervously. 

"Not really." 

He shrugs. 

He must've saw right through me and how nervous I was because right after those few moments, he chuckled lightly under his breath in a mocking way. 

"You know I'm playing with you right?" 

He asks smugly.   

After he asks me that question I can't help but notice how beautiful he is and admire his beauty. I stare at his blonde curly hair that loops around his ears, they shape his face in a way that softens his glare. I find my way to his dark brown eyes that remind me of a newborn puppy. 

"How is he so handsome?" 

I accidentally mumble letting it slip out of my mouth. 

"Who?" 

He asks in confusion with a slight tone of playfulness. 

"Did I say that? I didn't mean to say that I meant to say- what I actually meant to say-"

I keep stuttering as I try to explain myself. How embarrassing, I need these weird thoughts out of my head!

"It sounded like you were talking about me, amelia." 

He cuts me off. My name he said my name? My mind starts getting blurry and my hands are sweating uncontrollably, I don't know what to do with my hands, I start fidgeting with them as I stare down at them pretending like they're the most interesting things in the world all of a sudden. I start to laugh nervously. 

"HAHAHAHAH, you? NO WAY. I was not talking about you actually that's crazy, your in love with ness-" 

All of a sudden I can feel warmth overflowing from my hands to my body plus that my heart rate Is off the charts right now. Can he hear it? I wonder if he can hear how crazy it's beating right now. 

Why is it beating so fast? I take my hands and place them within each other balling them up, clenching as hard as I can, until I feel a heavy hand touch mine, Carter he placed his hand on top of mine. he probably realized I was fidgeting and got annoyed. 

"Me and nessa are no longer together." 

He reassures hand still resting on mine. Why does this feel so intimate and why do I like it and why do I want more of it? This isn't good.

"Why not?" 

I ask, acting shocked like Nessa didn't already tell me they broke up, yesterday afternoon. Am I even supposed to know? His facial expression all of a sudden got lighter and his eyes shifted and finally landed onto mine. Finally he lifts his hand off of mine.

"So you think I'm handsome?" 

He avoids the question without even trying to be sneaky about it. I sigh. 

"You are." 

I admit. 

After I said that he had the biggest grin I have ever seen. I don't think I've ever seen him smile before. We both sit in silence as we stare at each other, but I quickly snap out of it finally saying,

"But I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about my crush." 

I panic making up such a stupid lie. All of a sudden his grin dropped. instead he had the same cold stern look he came in The house with.

"Is that right?" 

He asks almost sounding disappointed. 

"Yes. And I think you should get back with nessa I mean yall were; "the most attractive couple." after all."

After I said that when I thought his gaze couldn't be any colder I started getting chills from how deadly his glare was peering into my soul like he wants to rip it out for even saying that. 

"You don't know anything." 

He finally replies. 

In response I pry, 

"I know you're the one who chose to date her and for years at that. What do I not know?"

All of a sudden his eyes shifted towards the big stack of homework he brought in and he pulled a packet off the top of the stack. Was it what I said? Did I really get to him? Maybe he misses her and wants her back. That's why he doesn't want to talk about it. He then picks up a pencil and starts scribbling skipping questions, answering the ones he does know. 

"It wasn't my choice." 

He finally says, eyes still focused on the packet. 

"What do you mean, you weren't held at gunpoint were you?" 

I ask sarcastically.

"Of course not, such a silly thing to suggest. I'm afraid this pressure was much worse, our family grew up close family friends. Wanting to find the perfect fit for their "sweet angel." They wanted me to; "court" her. It wasn't a choice. I couldn't go against my family. I got too tired of Nessa kicking people around and then I get the blame for it for dating her. How do you think that made me feel? People always assume I'm just as cold hearted."

He admits solemnly.

"You're not?" 

I ask jokingly. 

He just shakes his head Subtly, brushing off my joke. 

"I'm not." 

He says it so genuinely I can't believe he might be lying to me right now. I almost feel bad for poking fun at him. 

The rest of the time we had we spent studying. I thought he would be harder to teach and more stubborn, but I was wrong. He's really a wonderful listener. Maybe he really isn't such a jerk after all?