Carter is a foster child that never gets along with anyone. She's a loner and has secrets not even her brother knows about her. What happens when the jock, Niall Horan, starts to take a liking for Carter?


12. Take My Warning

Carter's POV

I strolled out the front of the school and began walking down the street. "Carter!" I heard Kit's voice. I smile and look at him. His feet patted down the asphalt as he caught up with me with a smile on his face while he wrapped his arms around me. I walked in time with him as his feet beat in rhythm with mine. "What do you wanna do today?" He mumbled into my ear. I smiled and turned around so I'm looking up at him. "How about," Kit ran his fingers across my collarbone, "we go to eat. And then I'll take to you to my place" Kit winked. I felt a blush threaten my cheeks but cooly answered, "Okay. Where to?" "Nando's?" I smiled, "Yes!"

When we arrived at Nando's, the place was pretty full with teenagers getting off school and football practice. I found a little spot beside the window to sit while Kit ordered for us. Something catches my eye at the corner of the restaurant. Niall sat alone, staring at me with... Pity in his eyes. I cocked and eyebrow and watched him. His eyes were sad and his shoulders sagged. I pushed the thoughts away when Kit arrived back at the table. "Butterfly Chicken for the lady, and hot wings for the knight." He winked and sat the food in front of me. I smiled and acknowledged him. Kit must've noticed something wrong because he tilted my head up to look at him, "Is everything okay?" He asked. "Yeah..." I glanced in Niall's direction quickly before looking back at him, "everything's fine." I mumbled. I bit into the piece of chicken on my fork, only taking a few bites before stopping. "I'm done." I say with a weak smile. "Yeah. Good. You don't want to get too big." Kit answered with a mouthful of rice. I cocked my head, too big? Am I already almost too fat for him? Does he not like like my body? I know I'm pretty fat, but I thought he loved me for the way I was. I brushed it off and snuck a look over at Niall's table; he was burning eyes into mine before I quickly looked down at my scarred up wrists. It was two week today since I last did it. I felt like I didn't need it anymore after I hooked up with Kit. Suddenly, it felt like my arms were begging for the little medal blade again. "Carter?" I heard his voice. "Did you hear me?" Kit asked. "Uh- no. Sorry. What?" I feel heat rush to my cheeks. "I'm going to the toilet. I'll be back in a bit." Kit kisses my cheek and makes his way opposite of Niall's table. As soon as he's in the bathroom, Niall trots over to the table. "Hey," he said solemnly. "What do you want?" I spat. "I just wanted to say... To say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry about all I did. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I just- please don't stay with Kit." Niall spilled quickly. "Why should I listen to you?" I snapped. "He just wants your body. Car, he's done it before and he'll do it to you. I just don't want you to get hurt." He sounded sincere. I bit my lip. I looked over to see Kit walking towards the table, "Please, Carter. Take my warning. Don't trust him. He'll just hurt you." Niall then walked away quickly. "Why was he over here?" Snapped Kit rudely. "Nothing- he just forgot Dylan's number and wanted it back." I answered casually. He just rolled his eyes slightly before breaking a smirk. We walked out the door, "So how about we get to my place?" He murmured against my ear. "Actually, I'm not feeling very good. My head hurts. Can you just take me home?" I asked. His smile dropped and he seemed annoyed, "okay. C'mon." I remembered what Niall said. Take my warning...

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