Crush.

love ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. He's the captain of the football team, she's the top art student. He secretly loves her, she enjoyed his presence. He'd keep her away from every male, she'd encourage him to find a girlfriend. He'd do anything for her, she'd offer a friend's shoulder. Harry is just a boy trying to finish the year off with him meaning something more than "A Friend" to his crush. Carter's just a girl trying to survive with her family by being on the top of the list. It all comes down to friends at one point, right? But what happens when he wants so much more than she can give? He wants her, and won't stop until she's more than a Crush.

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31. Louise 5th.

I'll be alright.

All I need to do is go in, and grab my sketch book.

I was currently standing in front of my parents house.

I needed my sketch book from my old room.

I took in a deep breath before ringing the doorbell with shaky hands.

It took about a minute for Gabrielle-- a sweet old lady who worked as a maid at the house-- to open the door.

When her eyes met mine she grinned, her eyes lightening up.

"Carter, sweetie!" She hugged me tightly.

I felt a smile start to appear on my own, as I hugged her back just as tightly.

"How've you been, sweetheart? Still in college?" She closed the door as we went to sit down on the couch.

"I've--" my thoughts instantly went to Harry.

I gulped.

"--not so good." I mumbled, running a frustrated hand through my brown hair.

"Probably not as bad as when you used to live here." Gabrielle whispered softly, her honey brown eyes bright.

I winced at the memories of all the hurtful actions and words that were said and done to me since the age of twelve.

"I don't really know what to do in a situation like this." I revealed nervously.

"Wanna talk about it?" She asked, squeezing my hand calmly.

"Uh-- yeah.." I muttered.

So I told her. I told everything that was held tightly within me. I told her when I met Harry all the way up to his confession. Not a single detail was missed.

"Well... This boy sounds wonderful." She laughed half heartedly.

"Yeah. He is." I mumbled.

"You know, people say that when you love someone you should set them free," she began.

"But not if they love you back."

She smiled at me shyly.

"Don't let him go. Only later will you realize that you were wrong. And when that happens, he won't be there waiting for you."

I let her words sink in.

"Also, Carter. Remember who you are. You're twenty. You're studying to become an artist. You've come so far," she stopped, her eyes flickering up to meet mine. "Why are you still listening to you're parents?" She breathed.

I felt my voice get caught in my throat.

"I'm sorry-- just don't forget who you really are."

"Thanks Gabriell--"

"What are you doing here?" Mother growled.

I almost instantly got up and nervously looked into my mothers cold blue eyes.

"I-I came to get my sketch book." I let out a shaky breath.

"Of course." She rolled her eyes.

I quickly went up to get my journal and walked down the stairs.

I held the letter tightly as I went back into the living room.

My mom was talking to Autumn and father was checking his phone.

"I-Um..." I cleared my throat.

"What is she doing here?" Autumn spat, giving me a disgusted look.

"I um.... I had something to show you guys..." I smiled politely.

"We're busy, Carter." Father glared at me.

"Watching tv?" I laughed dishearteningly.

"It's really important... You guys'll be happy." I added.

"No ones happy when you're around." Mother mumbled.

I felt my heart break.

My own mother.

I looked up and met Gabrielle's gaze.

'Remember who you are.'

And I felt really tired of all of this shit suddenly.

I felt a rush of confidence burst through me.

I was angry.

And I was totally done with this family.

"You know what-- never mind. It's not like you guys deserve it anyway." I stated loudly.

"Excuse me?" Father stood up.

No-- Mr. Summers.

I. Was. Done.

"I said you don't deserve it!" I snapped.

"Carter!" Mrs. Summers stood up.

"No, mom! I will not listen any longer! Now you listen!" I glared back at her.

"You're not family! You're the nightmares I get at night! You've never cared about me!!" I felt my face turn red with anger.

"We did our best to be good parents to you--"

"What the hell!? Good parents?!? GOOD PARENTS DON'T IGNORE THEIR YOUNGEST CHILD FOR EIGHT YEARS!! AND FOR WHAT?! JUST BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO BE AN ENGINEER OR A FUCKING DOCTOR?!" I yelled.

I saw Mrs. Summers hand come up to smack me.

Before here hand could touch the skin of my face, I grabbed it.

"Don't. You. Dare. Touch. Me." I glared hard at her.

"I'm your mother!" She screamed at me.

"You're nothing to me!! Just like I'm nothing to you. This isn't my family. My family is back at my apartment probably playing jinga." I let go of her hand.

"Oh, here." I threw the letter at her.

"That's the "daughter" you let go." I nodded towards the letter.

"And when you realize how wrong you were-- I'll be long gone by then." I walked towards the door.

"Hold on, Carter!" Gabrielle called at me.

She threw her apron at Autumn before walking over to me.

"I quit! And by the way-- I found a pregnancy test in Autumns bedroom." She called back to my parents.

"We'll talk later." Me. Summers glared at Autumn.

"Carter! If you walk out of that door right now, you will no longer be a part of this family." My dad glared at me.

"Trust me," I called back to him. "I was out of this family a lot earlier."

I opened the door before turning around.

I stuck up both of my middle fingers to them.

"FUCK YOU!!!"

And with that, I slammed the door shut and walked out with Gabrielle.

~*~

Dear Carter Elouise Summers,

The portrait of the city in water with a couple on a boat floating shamelessly around the town has been under view for a couple of months, and had been taken into consideration of having you come to our institute. We are happy to say that your excellent school work, and skills have become an eye catcher to most of the directors.

And with that said, we'd like to congratulate you into the institute of Oxford for the artistically talented. Looking forward to seeing what you are able to do.

Sincerely,

Head director of the Oxford institute of artistically talented,

Amy Grey.

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