Letters to a Nobody by Soccerluv4 . (classic fiction .TXT) 📖

not about to be a third wheel. Plus, it was more dry humping than anything, and I was not about to do so on some random guy.

She pouted at me but I just waved her off, pushing her towards Bryan. She finally relented and I watched her take Bryan’s hand and weave through the crowd to the makeshift dance floor.

“Hey,” a voice whispered in my ear. I looked to my left to see the origin of the voice.

A raven haired guy with beautiful blue eyes stared down at me, his lopsided grin showcasing perfect teeth.

“Hi,” I squeaked out, surprised that such an attractive guy was talking to me.

“What’s your name?” he whispered, his lips just barely grazing my ear.

“Sammy,” I answered, feeling more and more nervous as he stood right in front of me, placing one hand on the wall behind the left side of my face.

“Sammy, I like it. I’m Connor,” his silky voice hummed out.

I felt like a thousand butterflies had erupted in my stomach and were fighting their way through. His 100 watt smile had me plastered to the wall, with a dorky grin on my face as I tried to stutter out a response.

“Thanks,” I replied, giving him what I hoped to be a sexy smile but probably looked more like a grimace than anything.

“Wanna dance?” He questioned, raising the right corner of his grin up. I wanted to melt into a puddle right there. Me dance with him?

“S-sure,” I managed to stutter out. My face felt hot when he held out a hand for me and moved us further down the wall, towards the group of dancers.

Giving me that winning smile again, he flipped our positions so that I was facing him and he leaned against the wall. His large hands rested on my hips, and I placed mine on his firm chest. My fingers could feel the indents of his pecs and abs through the thin material of his shirt.

We swayed back and forth, as the loud thumping of the music made us grind our bodies together. I couldn’t believe that I, Sammy, was grinding with this handsome stranger before me. It felt exhilarating, knowing that for once, I was wanted by someone who didn’t make it an objective to make my life hell.

I pushed closer to Connor, loving the toned chest beneath my fingers. I moved a hand up to his neck, wrapping it around the back of it and stared into his azure eyes, giving him a small smirk.

I don’t know where this courage came from, but I was done letting my troubles ruin everything for me. I swayed to the music, feeling the bass vibrate through my body. Connor seemed to like this free spirited version of me, as he laid his soft, pink lips on my neck, kissing up to my jaw. I just grinded more into him, loving how his lips felt on my neck.

For once in my life, I was glad that Fay intervened. She was right. After the week I’d had, I deserved this more than anything, and I wasn’t going to let Carter ruin that.

Chapter 17 - Jealousy

 

Carter took a swig of his drink, feeling the tart burn of alcohol fill his mouth and swim down his throat. His eyes grew hazy, staring at the room filled with his drunken friends all having a great time.

Normally, he would’ve been just like them. Partying, drinking, kissing Lizzie, and having the best damn time of his life.

He scoffed and threw his empty cup on the ground, kicking it away from him. That life was long gone and it was his fault.

His bleary eyes scanned the crowd once more from where he was standing, leaning against the stair railing on the second floor. The living room ceiling extended all the way to the second floor, giving him a perfect view of the party, and Carter felt so different, watching his life play out before him. His previous life.

His eyes focused on a girl dancing in the crowd, her dark raven hair a stark contrast to the others. She turned slightly, revealing a bit of her face, and Carter’s eyes widened as he racked his brain trying to think of her name.

Shay something? No wait, wait Fay. Yeah Fay. Shit, what was she doing here? Carter’s heart thumped loudly in his chest. If she was here, does that mean…?

Carter’s eyes glanced next to Fay and saw a glimpse of brown hair before it disappeared from his view by the person in front of her. His brow furrowed as he noticed she was dancing with a guy.

It can’t be her. What would she be doing here anyway? Carter thought, but those thoughts dissipated when the guy moved slightly, uncovering her face.

Carter watched as she brushed back a lock of her hair, blushing as the guy leaned down to her ear. She bit her lip, glancing back at him with a smile. Carter gripped the railing tightly, inhaling a sharp breath as she leaned in and kissed the guy.

“Hey man what are you looking at?” came a voice from behind Carter. He placed a hand on his shoulder, looking where Carter was looking and whistled lowly.

“Oh damn she gets around fast,” he said, chuckling and taking a quick swig of his beer. He patted Carter on the back.

“Good thing you got a taste. Maybe I’ll see if I can get a turn,” he laughed again, turning to leave.

Carter felt like a nerve had exploded inside him. Who the fuck was this guy, talking about Sammy like that?

Before he could realize what he was doing, he grabbed the guy’s forearm, shoving him back around.

“You better take that shit back asshole,” Carter growled out, teeth clenched. His fists were curled tight, ready to pummel the guy’s face in.

“What the fuck man? It was a fucking joke. Relax,” he rolled his eyes, tilting his beer can up to his mouth.

Before he could take a sip, Carter slammed his can away. It flew into the wall, creating a sharp noise. People swiveled their heads in their direction, their eyes wide when they landed on Carter.

“What the fuck-”

Before he could finish, Carter swung his fist to his jaw, a satisfied smirk appearing on his face as he heard a crack.

The guy cradled his jaw, his eyes blurry. He turned back around, eyes blazing, and threw a punch at Carter, who dodged it easily and swung his arm into the guy’s stomach.

He landed on all fours, and Carter took this moment to kick him in the stomach. He kept kicking as his words rang in his ear.

Fucking prick thinks he can talk about Sammy like that? What a piece of shit.

Carter’s eyes burned with fire, letting all his anger out on the guy. He hated himself for treating Sammy the way he did, for driving her into the arms of another guy that she probably didn’t even know, and for the dumbass in front of him for insulting her.

Carter felt hands grabbing at his arms, yanking him away from the shriveled up man in front of him.

“Carter, oh shit, stop man!” someone shouted at him, which he realized was Troy, a friend and teammate of his.

“Yeah what the fuck has gotten into you?” his other friend Max yelled, grasping his arm roughly.

They managed to pull him back far enough, and finally Carter stopped fighting them. He pushed out of their grasp, glaring at both of them before storming down the stairs.

As he walked down, all eyes were on him. He just realized that the music had stopped, and everyone was watching him leave after that fight.

A sharp jolt hit him as he connected his eyes with Sammy, fear written all over her face. He stared at her, before moving his eyes down to see an arm around her waist. He glanced to her right and saw the guy she was dancing with, holding her close to him, and anger flared in him again. He looked back at Sammy, glaring at her, before running down the last few steps and out the door.

The cool air of the outside hit Carter sharply, but he didn’t care. He welcomed the cold, still burning with anger at what just happened.

He didn’t know why he was acting like this, so volatile and angry. Why was some girl he barely knew a few weeks ago changing him completely?

He ran a shaky hand through his hair, pulling slightly at the ends. It didn’t make sense. He should hate her for ruining his relationship, but turns out he didn’t even care about that anymore. So why was he still sticking around her? Why couldn’t he seem to let her go?

He walked over to his car, leaned on the hood and grasped his head in his hands. What the fuck was she doing to him?

The asphalt scratched softly as a pair of footsteps approached him. He straightened up and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, staring straight ahead.

“You okay?” Sammy’s voice whispered, barely audible. Carter remained silent, gazing down the street. He saw a squirrel run across the road and a flash of car lights illuminate a house for a quick second.

He could hear Sammy shuffle next to him, leaning against his car also.

“That guy you beat up is laying on the couch downstairs. You really did a number on him,” she remarked, chuckling lightly.

Carter scoffed, turning his head to look at her. She looked at him as well, but before she could say another word, he turned his head back to the front. Sammy sighed, standing up from the car. She turned around, about to walk away when Carter spoke.

“I did it for you.”

Sammy inhaled a breath, closing her eyes. She did not see that coming.

Turning around, she walked in front of him and glared at his face.

“So? What did he even do to make you beat him up?”

His eyes turned hard, remembering what the asshole had said about her.

“He insulted you, and I couldn’t take it.”

“Couldn’t take it? You were insane back there! There’s no reason you did that just because he said something mean about me,” she scoffed.

When Carter didn’t reply, Sammy uncrossed her arms and moved closer to him.

“Damn it can you look at me please?!” she yelled in a whisper.

Carter looked down at her, burning anger evident in his eyes.

“Why? So you can see what a fucking joke I am? That I manage to hurt you and then act like some fucking hero when someone talks shit about you? That I think I have some right to be angry when I see you with another guy? Because I don’t fucking understand it either, but here we are.”

He huffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m supposed to hate you. I’m supposed to expose you for all the fucking meddling that you do in other people’s lives. But I got too close and look at what it’s done to me, what it’s doing to me.”

Carter watched the swirl of emotions in her eyes, the way she furrowed her eyebrows softly, the strands of hair that kept getting into her face that he had to resist the urge to push them back for her. She looked beautiful