Losing Myself For You

Grace is a 19 year old girl just trying to pay the bills of her new apartment in Doncaster, England. She decides to go into the tutoring program for younger kids at the local high school, but when she meets Lottie's older brother one day will it strike up some romance? Or maybe conflict? And will she still be able to focus on her job and career with the new distractions?


8. Maybe This Time

Grace's P.O.V.
I walked into my apartment building, and up to my room.
I crashed onto my bed. I was exausted.
I thought about just crashing for the night, but my doorbell rang.
I got up, still in my white skinny-ripped jeans and black collared shirt from work.
I opened the door and Carter stood there.
I was suddenly conscience of my lack of fresh makeup and my messy hair pulled back in a bun.
" Oh hey Carter! What's up?" I asked nervously.
Carter was cute... Like really cute with the straight blond hair and muscular body, not that I had thought about it too much, made him over the top cute.
" I came by to see what you were up to and to see if you needed any help with... Anything," he looked almost embarrassed, shoving his hands in his jean pockets.
Man, he was cute.
" Umm sure come on in! Do you want anything to drink? I was just going to make some green tea?"
" Yeah that'd be great actually, so what can I help with?"
I laughed," Well I do actually need to paint the guest room, but that's about it.."
" Sweet, do you have the paint and stuff?"
Was he seriously offering to paint the room? Wow.
" Yeah here I'll show u to the room, but I'm helping as soon as the tea is done."
He just laughed and I showed him to the room. He started laying the tape down and I make the drinks.
Soon we were in full conversation painting the walls.
During one of the breaks in talking I was up on a latter and said," You know you didn't have to help out, but I'm glad you did.."
He stopped painting and looked up at me," Really? Because I actually quite enjoy this as well."
I smiled and he smiled back. I walked down the latter and he was at the bottom.
" I really like hanging out with you Grace.." he said. His face got suddenly closer to mine, and I felt wrong. I didn't know what else to do, other than take a bit of paint from my roller and put it on his cheek making him first move back, laugh and move back. I was prepared to kiss him this time, but instead I had paint all over my face.
Soon it turned into an all out paint fight between the two of us.
When we had finished we both laid down on the newspaper covering the floor, facing each other.
" Even covered in red paint your beautiful," he said pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
He moved in and planted his lips on mine. And it felt... Like nothing.
I pretended it did for a couple of seconds, but it didn't.
I pulled away," I'm sorry Carter, I think you should go."
" What? I thought..."
I interrupted," It's not you, it's just... I didn't feel anything. And I need to focus on myself and my life right now."
He nodded," I'm sorry then."
I stopped him as he walked to the door," No Carter wait! It wasn't your fault please, don't apologize."
He turned back, looked at me, even though he was covered in red paint, and smiled.
He closed the door, and I was alone.
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