9 || Carter King must die

"What's up with you and Carter?" The girls ask me at lunch on Monday. Ryan and Trevor are outside practicing for the basketball team tryouts with some other guys.

"Nothing. I hate his guts," I angrily bite a carrot.

"But he's super into you," Chanel argues.

"No he's super into annoying me."

"I can't hold it in anymore!" Nikole bursts out. "Aubrey and Carter kissed!"

"Nikole!" I shout.

"You kissed!" Ivy and Chanel yell.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ivy sounds hurt.

"I'm sorry ok? It just happened so fast!"

"Details girl!" Chanel is practically spitting in my face. "Is he a good kisser? He looks like a good kisser. I bet he is!"

Ivy shoves her aside. "More importantly why?"

I feel flustered. Too much is being fired at me at once. I can't answer their questions!

"Look at her! She's blushing so bad!" Chanel squeals loudly. "Aubrey likes Carter!"

"Who likes Carter?"

Speak of the devil.

"No one!" I shout. "No one likes Carter!" I shoot Chanel a vicious glare. She gives me a cheeky look.

"You don't like me?" Carter pouts. "Aubrey love you're breaking my heart."

"Don't go breaking my heart!" Nikole sings.

"I won't go breaking your heart!" Chanel sings back.

My face is on fire. I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Them.

"Carter can we talk?" I clench my fists.

"Anything you want princess."

"Ooh they even have nicknames!" Chanel exclaims. Ivy slaps a hand over her mouth.

"You guys go ahead," she smiles sheepishly at us while she holds down a struggling Chanel.

Once we're out in the hallway I tear into him.

"What do you think you're doing?" I hiss.

"I wasn't aware I had done anything wrong," he shrugs.

"You can't just come up to me when I'm with my friends!"

"So you're saying you're ashamed of me?"

"No I'm saying I don't want you around period!" My chest rises and falls heavily.

He looks thoughtful before a sly smile overtakes his features. I look at him warily.

"Well that's too bad Aubrey, because I've made it my personal mission to fuck with you."

WHAT!

"You see, you're such a rude little thing. First you bump into me at the beach and call me an asshole which was rather disrespectful. Then you smash ice cream on my shirt."

"You smashed ice cream on my shirt first!"

"Which wouldn't have happened if you hadn't bumped into me again. You should really pay attention to where you're going."

I struggle to come back with a response. There's just no winning with this guy!

"Well- well," I splutter for anything to insult him with. "You kissed me! Why?"

"Why?" He leans in very close and I step back. "To mess with your head. And it worked. You probably spent all weekend thinking about it."

I audibly gasp. How had he known?

"You're a demon," I whisper horrified.

"No," he smirks. "I'm the devil himself."

"Well it was the worst kiss of my life!" Now I'm just lying through my teeth. "It was like kissing a camel!"

"Admit it love. You liked it or you wouldn't have kissed me back."

My face is in flames. "I should report you for sexual assault!"

He chuckles and then grasps my chin bringing my face close to his. My heart is beating erratically like a horde of stampeding cattle.

"Whether you want to admit it or not it was probably the best kiss of your life. In fact, I bet you want me to kiss you again. And again and again and again. Am I wrong?"

I'm pudding. I'm pudding in his hands and my legs feel very wobbly. Still I struggle to retain what's left of my dignity.

"I wouldn't kiss you if my life depended on it," I reply as firmly as I can.

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

He let's go of my chin stepping back and I feel like I can breathe again.

"Princess, there'll come a time where you'll be begging me to kiss you."

I scoff. "Only in my worst nightmares."

"We'll see about that," he grins. "Later love." The he strolls off all casually and I'm left a mess.

A hot pink mess.

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"Carter King must die!" I slam my fist on the Pinkberry table.

Ivy rolls her eyes. "Aubrey don't you think you're being a tad dramatic?"

"He admitted to messing with me! He stole my first kiss! He's cocky, he's arrogant-"

"He's hot," Nikole chimes in.

I shoot her a look. "And he's a big fat jerk!"

"A sexy jerk," Chanel adds. "Aubrey why can't you just admit you like him already?"

"I hate him!"

"Well he's made it clear he's not leaving you alone anytime soon so you'll have to learn to deal with him," Ivy the wise speaks. "Who knows? Maybe it'll be like those cliche wattpad stories where the girl hates the guy at first but then they end up falling in love."

"Never!" I screech.

No matter how hot, how panty dropping sexy he his, no matter how defined his abs are, no matter how much I want to lick them, no matter how much I want to him to kiss me among other things, I will never, ever, fall for Carter King.

"There there Aubrey," Ivy pulls me to her chest and strokes my hair.

"He really gets on my nerves," I sniffle.

"I know sweetie, I know. Eat your yogurt."

"So cheerleading tryouts..." Nikole starts and we all whip our heads to glare at her.

"Hell no." We say in usion.

"But-"

Chanel points at her. "You just want to
be a cheerleader so you can cheer Ryan on at the basketball games."

"Well yeah! Isn't that what a supportive girlfriend would do?"

"I can't even do a cartwheel," Ivy says.

"And let's not forget the worst part," I sit up. "Britney Matthews is the captain."

"Yeah she'll never let us on the squad,"   Chanel adds.

"Plus the uniform isn't pink so I couldn't wear it," I explain.

"You guys!" Nikole pleads. "I don't want to try out alone!"

Ivy tries to reason with her. "Nikole you hate Britney the most out of all of us. Why would you want to be on the cheer team with her?"

"It's for Ryan!"

"Sorry but that's not a good enough reason."

"You guys are so mean!" Nikole pouts at us. "How can you even call yourselves my friends?"

"A real friend wouldn't force her other friends to be on a cheer team with Satan's daughter."

"And her fake boobs," I laugh.

"Alright I get it," Nikole lets out an irritated huff.

"Good."

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The next day after school since we're not trying out for cheerleading with Nikole she drags us to Ryan's basketball try outs.

"Where's Chanel?" I cross my arms. "She was supposed to bring me my watermelon gummies."

"Said she had to go to the bathroom real quick," Ivy answers.

"Hey guys," just then Chanel sits down next to us. I gasp.

"What?"

"First off, where are my gummies?"

Her eyes widen. "Shit I forgot them."

I glare at her. "What's that on your neck?"

Nikole peers closer. "OMG it's a hickey!"

"No it's just a mosquito bite!" Chanel slaps a hand over her neck.

"That must've been one really big mosquito," Ivy says sarcastically.

"It was!"

Nikole opens her mouth to interrogate her more but a loud whistle resounds throughout the gym causing us to cover our ears.

"Alright boys two lines!" Coah Reynolds hollers. "Dribble, shoot, and pass. Go go go!"

I hadn't really been paying attention to who was trying out besides Trevor and Ryan but my eyes widen when I spot Carter in line. He has on basketball shorts and an under armor top that hugged his muscles in a mouth watering way.

"Is that Carter?" Ivy squints. "Yep that's him."

"I didn't know he played basketball," Nikole said curiously.

Yeah neither did I!

After all basketball is an American sport.

Jackass.

I can't help but watch a little fascinated when he has the ball in his hands. It's like a third limb on him, he's in complete control of the ball and it sails through the net with a satisfying swish, not even touching the rim. A perfect shot.

Ivy whistles. "Nice."

"It wasn't all that," I grumble childishly.

"Don't be a hater Aubrey."

"Whatever."

They do suicides, free throws, three pointers, dribbling, passing, and scrimmage before tryouts are finally over.

"I'll be posting outside the gym tomorrow who made the team," Coach Reynolds says. "You're dismissed."

Nikole stands up to go see her sweaty boyfriend but another one of Britney's friends Emery beats her to it, fawning all over him. Britney smirks at us before walking over to Carter.

If my eyes could shoot laser beams they would right now.

"She's just trying to get to you," Ivy warns Nikole. "Don't let her."

"This is exactly why I wanted to be on the cheer squad!" Nikole fumes. "So she doesn't pull shit like this after the games! Why do I have to fight so hard over my own boyfriend!"

I genuinely feel bad for Nikole. Britney has had it out for her since day one. We're just collateral damage.

Once upon a time believe it or not they used to be friends. Best friends actually. They'd been super close.

Up until freshman year that is.

Slowly but surely Britney started becoming more bitchy. She'd insult Nikole like calling her fat and ugly but then say it was a joke. She'd constantly poke fun at Nikole and then one day Nikole had had enough. She confronted Britney and some nasty words were exchanged. The friendship was toast.

That's when Nikole met the super fabulous people than are Chanel, Ivy, Ryan, Trevor, and I.

Ever since Britney has made it her goal to torment Nikole in every and any way possible. Personally I thought the bitch was just salty Nikole had found some better friends.

"Want me to go down there and knock her around?" I stand.

"Sit your pink ass back down," Ivy yanks me down. "No ones knocking anyone around."

Ah Ivy. Always the voice of reason. What would we do without her?

"Nikole go talk to Ryan. We'll be waiting for you outside." Ivy, Chanel, and I file out.

"Wait guys I forgot something in my locker," Chanel skids to a stop. "I'll meet you guys outside."

"What'd you forget?" I cross my arms.

"My textbook."

"Oh really? Does your textbook happen to have a dick?"

"What're you guys-"

"We know you've been secretly seeing a guy," Ivy says exasperated. "You don't have to lie to us."

"Yeah Chanel, you ain't slick!"

If her face could get red I'm sure it would. "I'm not," she replies weakly.

"I don't know why you're hiding it from us. But when you're ready to talk let us know." Ivy turns on her heel and walks away.

If there's one thing Ivy hates, it's secrets and lies.

"She'll come around," I shrug.

Chanel looks down guiltily.

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QOTD: Which character are you most like? Are you level headed and rational like Ivy, excitable like Chanel, quick to act out like Nikole, or just in a world of your own like Aubrey?

Or are you a bitch like Britney?

I think I'm a little bit of all of them.

Stay pink🎀