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continued to walk on, unaware of him presence.

Carter tried to wrap his mind around what just happened. Apparently there was even more that she was hiding from him.

He continued to watch her as she walked down the hallway, until she turned a corner and was out of his sight. He breathed a sigh and decided it was probably a good idea to go back to practice.

Jogging back to the field, his coach asked him what took so long.

“Sorry coach, the jerseys weren’t where I expected them to be,” he answered, turning away from him and looking towards the parking lot to a familiar face getting in her car.

 

Chapter 11-Playing The Field

 

 

 

After getting home and taking a shower, I immediately got to homework, but that didn’t stop my mind from straying off of it and thinking about my date with Carter.

After dinner, he drove me home and left, not even saying so much as a witty joke. That just didn’t seem like him.

Not that I could judge, I couldn’t even make eye contact with him the whole ride back. That date left me in total confusion. Why was I feeling these butterflies in my stomach? That should not be happening.

This was Carter, the very same guy who, not a few weeks ago, threatened to expose my secret. Since when did I start having feelings for my enemy?

Okay, okay, I guess calling him an enemy is too harsh, but still! He should not be my friend, much less some guy I have a crush on. “God, this is getting way to out of control!” I muttered, putting my head in my hands.

A knock sounded on my door.

“Dinner, Sammy!” I heard a shout, which sounded like Tyler.

Closing my eyes for a second, I willed myself to forget all the crap that happened on that date. It was just a pity date, something to get me to spill my secret. 

I huffed in anger, and got up for dinner.

I descended the stairs and walked over to the table. My family was all sitting around, my mom bringing food over to us.

This, right here, was what I needed to focus on. Not some stupid guy that could potentially cause problems in my otherwise happy life.

Carter does not deserve any special attention from me, and I’m definitely going to let him know that the next time I see him.

******** To be honest, I had no idea what came over me that day.  I guess I finally lost all my marbles, either that or Carter was being extra ass-like that day.

When I’d gotten to school that day, Carter was acting off.  He didn’t normally tease me; in fact, he ignored me the whole time. As I went from class to class, whispers flew everywhere I went. It was as if someone had put me under a microscope and everyone at school was giving their two cents about my life. I was bewildered, to say the least, until Fay decided to explain what was going on. Apparently Carter wasted no time in spreading the news of the date he went on with me because I’d begged him to go out with me in desperation.

My feet stomped harder on every poor piece of grass underneath as I stormed into the lacrosse field after school, remembering exactly why I was so mad at him.

As I passed player after player, they all turned to stare at the deranged girl that looked like she was about to chop someone’s head off.

I knew I’d reached my destination when Carter turned his face towards me and his pupils dilated from fright. I almost had the urge to smirk. After all, I was in his position a few weeks ago when he cornered me against a car in the parking lot. It was nice to see that I had this effect on him as well.

“CARTER WOODS I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!” I shouted as I lunged at him. Before I could tackle him down, I felt arms wrap around me in a tight hold.

“Sammy calm down!” I heard the voice behind me, Ty, trying to stop me from murdering the idiot in front of me.

“No, let me GO!” I shouted in refute. I needed to get my hands on his throat and wring it so hard-

“It’s okay Ty, let her go,” I heard Carter tell my brother, who reluctantly let me go.

I huffed, and straightened out my clothes, before running over to Carter and hitting him as much as I could.

For a girl, I had to admit I hit him pretty hard. He actually had to deflect my hits and he did cry out in pain a couple times. Good, he deserved every bit of it. What gave him the right to spread false accusations, on top of the blackmailing?! No way in hell was I letting some stupid blackmailing jock make me look like a fool for something I didn’t even DO!

Before I could process what was happening, I felt Carter grab my hips and crush me against him. Next thing I know, I feel soft lips molding over mine. My body froze in shock, but somehow my lips kept going, following his lead as I succumbed to this strange feeling. I could smell the hint of cologne, mixed with the fresh cut grass on him, making my head spin. God I never wanted to stop. His hands moved over my hips and up to my waist and back down in a soothing motion.

My eyes snapped open, staring up at my captor, and I pushed him off of me. He stumbled back a little, before looking at me with the same shocked expression that I had on my face at the same moment.

Around me, I could feel confusion and shock coming from all the other players on the field as they watched our encounter.

Oh god. What did we just do?

Chapter 12-Cinderella

 

 

 

A laugh. That’s the first thing I heard from Carter’s mouth after our kiss. The same mouth I was unfortunately sucking on a second ago was now wide open, ripples of laughter tumbling out and striking me straight in the gut.

Was I that bad?

That was the first thought that came into my mind and even I had to admit that was weird. Since when did I care about being a good kisser? What about the fact that he just took my first kiss from me, without permission!?

“Jeez, she just can’t resist me, huh?” He continued to laugh, his face contorting to one of amusement.

Scrunching up my own, I could only stare at him, as tears threatened to spill from my eyes – and no, not the “doubled over in laughter” kind.

This was some joke to him?

I shook my head at Carter, before turning in the opposite direction and running the hell out of there.

I didn’t care that this whole incident happened in front of all his teammates, including my brother.

Oh god Tyler! My tears actually started spilling down my face at this point. Tyler would pummel the heck out of Carter for doing that to me.

But it didn’t matter. Carter just told the entire school how pathetic I am. It didn’t matter that the kiss was his fault. I wasn’t popular. Who would believe me over him? And Tyler, he had to witness his own sister humiliated like that.

I raised an arm and let the scratchy material of my sweater wipe my tears from my face. My feet now thudded on pavement, the parking lot to be exact, as I neared Tyler’s car.

I heard a voice call behind me, getting louder as I ran farther. For a second I wanted to believe Carter grew a conscience and ran after me, but my suspicions were debunked when Tyler’s familiar voice rang in my ears.

“Sammy wait!”

“Come on, Sam!”

“Sammy please!”

I couldn’t take it. I stopped, abruptly, in the middle of a small red Honda and a black Escalade parked next to each other.

My shoulders slumped, as I heard Tyler’s footsteps get closer and closer until they stopped. He placed a tentative hand on my shoulder, but all I did was spin around and collapse on his chest.

I muffled my sobs as much as I could, letting the tears soak into Tyler’s lacrosse jersey.

He stroked my hair, wrapping the other arm around me protectively.  Somehow, he shifted me to his side, walking us over to the car I presume, since I was still face deep in his jersey, sniffling.

Eventually I had to let go, and got into the passenger seat of his car. Tyler climbed into the driver’s seat and shut the door.

“Hey,” he cooed, stroking my back as I sniffled, staring at the floor.

“What a jerk!” I hiccupped as the sobs died down.

“He’s an idiot. Never liked him,” Tyler replied, opening the glove compartment and handing me a pack of tissues.

“You’re just saying that,” I pouted, wiping my tears with a tissue.

“I mean it. Never liked the guy,” Ty cracked a mischievous grin in my direction.

I giggled, slapping his arm lightly.

“Sureee,” I drawled out, rolling my eyes, “you loved the guy.”

“Okay fine, he was cool. Was being the operative word. I kicked the crap out of that guy,” he grinned again, wiping a stray tear that fell from my eye.

“Did you really?”

“Hell yeah! Nobody messes with my twin,” he chuckled, ruffling my hair.

“Hey!” I ducked my head, but smiled anyway.

We sat in silence for a bit, just staring out the windshield at the field where the players seemed to be hunched over someone on the ground. A small smile appeared on my face.

“Thank you,” I said softly, turning to Tyler. He met my gaze and gave me a small smile.

I looked back over at the direction where a wounded Carter was now being escorted off the field by a friend, his arm draped over the guy’s shoulder.

“For that too, especially for that,” I giggled, before leaning across the gear shift and cup holders in between us and giving Tyler a hug.

We pulled apart, and laughed. And we continued laughing, for what seemed like hours.

“I’m so dead tomorrow. If the principal doesn’t have my head, my coach sure will.” Tyler shook his head, a small smile flittering on his face.

“But it’s worth it. I gotta defend my baby sis,” he mused, pinching my cheek.

“Hey, I’m only four minutes younger than you, jeez!” I rolled my eyes and pulled my face away from his hand.

“But thanks, really Ty. I mean it,” my voice wavered, as I braced for an onslaught of fresh new tears, but none appeared. I sent