##Chapter 44: CarterAs I pull out of the state park, my phone dings with an incoming message. I don't bother checking who it is. I'm not ready for reality to rear its ugly head. Instead, I glance at Daisy. She's still slumped on her seat with one hand shielding her face from view.I laugh, and she lowers her hand enough to glare."There's nothing funny about what just happened. I've never been more humiliated in my life," she grumbles."Well, had he stumbled upon us five minutes later," I interject. "I think this moment wouldn't have felt so bad."Daisy groans and buries her face in both hands. "I'll never be able to show my face there again.""I doubt it's your face that he'll remember."That comment earns me a whack on the chest."Ow," I laugh and rub the spot with my fingers. It doesn't hurt all that much. I take a worse beating out on the field every day, but I have the feeling that she'll hit me again if she doesn't think I've been properly chastised."I blame you for th
##Chapter 45: CarterMy grip tightens around the steering wheel until my knuckles turn bone white.What the hell is he doing at the house?He isn't supposed to be there.Mom filed for divorce along with a restraining order. He was served both last week, which pissed him off to no end. I went with her myself to the local police station to file the restraining order. He's a piece of shit that needs to disappear from our lives.As the tires eat up the pavement and bring us closer to school, Daisy remains quiet. Every so often, I feel the weight of her gaze resting on me. When she reaches out and threads her fingers through mine, it takes everything I have inside to tamp down the truth. I want to keep her as far from this dysfunction as I can. I'm embarrassed by the situation. Embarrassed that this is what I come from.That this is who I am.More than that, I fucking hate that there's the slightest chance I could turn out to be anything like my father. It makes me sick to my stoma
##Chapter 46: CarterThis has been one of the strangest days of my life.How else do you describe a twelve-hour period where you experience the highest of highs and the lowest of lows?Throughout the whole damn thing, Daisy has been unwaveringly at my side. Somehow that made the worst of it a little easier to bear. The situation with my family has always been a dirty secret that I've gone to great lengths to hide. Having Daisy there as a silent onlooker, watching me as I subdued my father...that was beyond anything I could have envisioned. The hot licks of humiliation will forever be singed into my psyche. And yet, now that she knows the truth, it's like a crushing weight has been lifted from my shoulders.After all these years, I can finally suck in a full breath of air. Daisy's hand is secured in mine as we ride the elevator to the third floor. Today is a turning point and I want to get the rest of it over with. I want everyone to know that Daisy is mine.And that means shari
##Chapter 47: Daisy"Yeah, sure." Carter nods and gives my fingers another squeeze before releasing them. "Where do you want to go?" "Not you," Noah snaps and stabs a finger in my direction. "I want to talk to her.""What?" Carter's brows jerk together as he glances at me in surprise.I'm just as thrown by the request. "Me?" I place a hand on my chest to clarify. "You want to talk with me?"Noah's scowl intensifies. I can't remember the last time I've seen him this angry. He looks ready to bust a nut."Yeah, you." He jerks his head toward my room. "Let's go."I catch Carter's gaze and shake my head in confusion. "Um, okay."This isn't the way I saw the conversation unfolding. Noah stalks to my bedroom and I trail after him before closing the door. I knew he would be mad. My cousin has always gotten bent out of shape when his friends or teammates looked sideways at me. So, this reaction was to be expected. Although I'd assumed he would want to have it out with Carter,
##Chapter 48: Daisy"You need to back this truck up and start over again," Olivia demands over the loud noise of the stadium. "I want all the details in slow motion, so I can savor them more fully. Plus, I want to make sure you didn't leave anything out.""That's not necessary," I chuckle. "You're totally in the know.""Likely story." She huffs and slaps my thigh. "I still can't believe you were holding out on me like that!" She pauses for a beat. "This is huge."Even though we're sitting in the tenth row of the student section, with people jam packed around us, she manages to throw her arms wide, narrowly missing the guy sitting next to her. "Bigger than huge. Mega-huge.""Yeah," I wince. "I know."I probably should have clued Olivia in to what was going on with Carter, but how could I do that when I didn't know myself? Olivia and I have always confided in each other. We delved headfirst into our friendship the first week of freshman year and haven't come up for air since.
##Chapter 49: Carter"Great game, Prescott!""Dude, you owned that field today!"Hands pat me on the shoulder as I move through the crowd searching for Daisy. She hung around after the game to congratulate me and then took off with Olivia, saying they would meet up with us later.It amazes me that I went this long without Daisy and now all I want is her by my side.And her wearing my jersey this afternoon?Yeah, that was sexy as fuck.I'm sure she's changed into something more party-friendly, but I'm fantasizing about seeing her in my jersey and nothing else. Thinking about it gives me a semi.The plan for this evening is simple. I find her, we hang for an hour or so and make the rounds, then we head back home where I immediately strip her ass naked. Maybe have her throw on that jersey again.I stop and survey the crowd, but don't see her blond head anywhere. I'm just about to pull out my cell and track her down when a pair of female hands rove over my chest. My head snaps up, ho
##Chapter 50: DaisyAs soon as Olivia and I walked through the door of this party, some guy glommed onto me and I haven't been able to shake him loose. He's not getting the hint that I'm not interested. My guess is that his inebriated state has something to do with it.Ugh.Even if I were single and ready to mingle, drunk guys are never on my radar.For one thing, they have the tendency to think they're hilarious. As if everything that spews from their mouth is comedic gold. Let me tell you from experience, it's not. Far from it. Half the time, you can't make heads or tails of what they're slurring.Two, they're usually way too handsy for my taste. I'm not a girl who likes to be manhandled. Unless, I give you the green light to manhandle me. Then I love it. But otherwise, forget about it. I'm liable to deck you. And lastly, there is no such thing as letting them down gently. They get all offended if you're not interested and either end up calling you a bitch or a dyke.Wh
##Chapter 51: CarterI sit on the grassy bank, staring across the lake. There's not much of a breeze tonight, so the water is calm and serene, which is a direct contrast to everything that riots inside me. It's been more than an hour since I hauled ass from that party and still panic crashes through my veins making it difficult to breathe. I toss the mangled blade of grass I've been twisting in my fingers.If I'd thought a little time and distance would make me feel better about what happened-what almost happened-it doesn't. The pit that has taken up residence in the bottom of my gut continues to churn. I snap off another blade of grass as the situation plays in my head on a constant loop. I'm furious with myself for allowing this to happen. The knowledge that I almost hit someone is enough to knock the breath from my lungs. I was moments away from plowing my fist into that asshole's face. If Daisy hadn't caught my attention, I would have done it without thinking twice.The wa