TOO LATE : CHAPTER 1 – 10
Carter is already seated at our table when I walk into Spanish class.
I can see him watching me out of the corner of my eye, but I refuse to look at him.
After spending the hour with him in class the other day, I think it’s safe to say I developed a slight crush.
The thought of getting to spend time with him three days a week had me giddy; a feeling that had become all too foreign to me.
But seeing him in my house, with Asa of all people, crushed any fantasies I may have had. I never intended for anything to happen with Carter.
How could it have? There’s no way I can get out of the situation I’m in with Asa, and I’m not a cheater.
I was simply looking forward to having a crush. Looking forward to flirting a little bit. Looking forward to feeling desirable.
Knowing now that Carter is more like Asa than I could have imagined, I don’t want any part of it. Any part of him.
The fact that he’s now another constant fixture at our house makes him even more hands off. If Asa even had a suspicion that another guy was speaking to me, that guy would be dead.
I’d like to say that isn’t a literal statement, but it is. Seeing as how he doesn’t seem to have a conscience, I one hundred percent believe that Asa is capable of mvrder.
Which is exactly the reason I’m not putting Carter in that situation.
I keep telling myself that Carter is just another Asa, in different clothing. Not worth the risk.
I treat this situation with Carter exactly as it is: another roadblock to my eventual escape.
I glance around the room for a vacant seat that isn’t next to his. I must have spent too much time in the restroom, because the class is almost full.
There are two seats on the second to top row that are empty, but they’re directly in front of the seat Carter is occupying.
I avoid his gaze and walk to the empty seats with my head tucked down.
I don’t know if I can pull off pretending I didn’t notice him, but I’m sure as h’ll going to try.
I take one of the seats and sit down, then pull my books out and place them on the table in front of me.
I hear a sudden commotion coming from the top row and can’t help but turn around.
Carter is scooting across the table behind me with his backpack in hand.
He hops off the table and pulls the empty chair out next to me, then plops down into it.
“What’s this all about?” he asks, twisting in his chair to face me.
“What’s what all about?” I ask, opening the text to where we left off on Monday.
TOO LATE : CHAPTER 1 – 10
I can feel him staring at me, but he doesn’t say anything. I continue to pretend-read, and he continues to silently stare at me until I can’t take it anymore. I turn to face him.
“What?” I ask, irritated. “What do you want?”
He still doesn’t say anything. I slam my book shut and turn my body toward his.
The fact that our knees are pressed together doesn’t go unnoticed.
He glances down at our legs and I can see a hint of a grin playing in the corner of his mouth.
“Well,” he says. “I sort of liked sitting by you the other day, so I thought I’d do it again. I take it that’s not what you want, so…”
TOO LATE : CHAPTER 1 – 10
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