Caraphernelia: A broken-heart disease whenever someone leaves you but leaves all their things behind.

Cara Neil Washinton, a 17 year old girl with big dreams. She turning 18 soon and she's always wanted to be an artist, she's done art all throughout her life, all during high school she entered art contests, winning first place almost always. Then her first day of college comes and all those dreams begin to change when she meets a certain someone.


3. Vic

Cara sighed as she made her way to her other class. Today she had to switch one of her classes so now she was in Professor Stump's class.

She took a seat and waited for the lesson to begin when suddenly she saw a boy, the boy. He was walking right towards her. She couldn't help but wonder if he even recognized her as he sat down next to her. He turned to look at her and their eyes met.

He had the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen.

She had the prettiest face and the most gorgeous body he'd ever seen.

She rolled her eyes and looked away from him. Who does he think he is? Does he think he can just pretend he doesn't recognize her from yesterday? Does he even recognize her? She wondered that multiple times throughout the class.

It had reached the end of the class the boy turned to her sticking his hand out. "Hi, I'm Vic." Ah, so that's the douchebag's name. She smirked to herself.

She took his head shaking it slightly before saying, "Cara." He smiled at her, but she didn't smile back. He had to recognize her!

"Are you new in this class?" He asked and she couldn't help but roll her eyes again. Wasn't it obvious? She wasn't there yesterday.

"Um, yeah actually, I was switched to this class today." She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before glancing around the room to see there were only a few people in the room still, including Mr. Stump. I mean this was her last class of the day so that was expected but it hasn't been that long they were talking had it? "Look. Vic, is it?" He nodded, why was she being so rude to him? "I've gotta get going." Cara glanced at the clock and then back at Vic's disappointed face.

"Wait!" Vic shouted as she was leaving. "Do you wanna go get some coffee?"

"At like 4:00 in the afternoon?"

"It's never too late for coffee." He said with a dazzling smile.

Cara glanced at her phone, two text messages from Ashton. She'll text him back later, she's too interested in what this boy has to say. "Sure." She sighed, nodding. "See you tomorrow, Stump!" She said as her and Vic left the classroom.

"Have a nice day you two!" He said before the door closed, never looking up from the papers he was reading. He takes his job a bit too seriously if you were to ask Cara.

Once they were in the parking lot, Vic helped Cara into his 'black beauty' as he called it. And by helped I meant he opened the door for her and she rejected anything else he did to help such as offer his hand to her or make sure she didn't hit her head. Cara didn't want his help, if he wasn't willing to help her up from the ground after breaking her wrist, he shouldn't be willing to help her into his car. The car was beautiful, though. "Where to?" He asked, smiling at Cara.

"I don't know any coffee places and anyway you asked me to go with you so you should pick." Cara said, shaking her head she stared out of the window.

Vic took one last glance at her before driving off to Brenda's Coffee House. There was no in doubt Vic's mind, he wanted this girl.

Vic laid his hand on Cara's thigh, his eyes still locked on the road, but a smirk had found its way on his face.

Cara rolled her eyes and continued to stare out the window at all the buildings they were passing by. She let it be for as long as she could until she couldn't handle it anymore. Between the tension in the car and Vic's hand running up and down her thigh she snapped. "Get your fucking hand off of me!"

"Sorry." Vic apologized and put both his hands on the wheel, gripping it so tightly his knuckles were turning white. "I-I wasn't thinking."

"Clearly." Cara snapped. She glared at him before pulling her phone out of her pocket and opening the texts from Ashton.

From: Ashy Fuk Boii at 3:15 PM
Cara I'm waiting outside.

From: Ashy Fuk Boii at 3:45 PM

Cara sighed and texted him back.

To: Ashy Fuk Boii
Calm down, I'm going to coffee with a guy. Be home later love u bye!

Cara decided to leave out the specifics on who the boy was because it was her life and Ashton didn't need to know everything, she's 18 for God's sake, she can have her own life.


Ashton sighed in relief as he saw he finally got a text from his twin. He had already went home but if she was still there he was more than willing to go back and get her. She's all he has, he can't lose her, he just can't.

From: Care Bear at 4:45
Calm down, I'm going to coffee with a guy. Be home later love u bye!

Ashton didn't bother texting back because he knew her all too well, he knew she wouldn't tell him anything else so he just let it be.

Suddenly Ashton began laughing. He couldn't help but wonder how long it took her to type that with her hurt wrist. But at the same time he was hoping she was still able to protect herself. It seemed like all he did was worry about her, God knows he doesn't do too well on his own.

As Vic and Cara pulled up to Brenda's Coffee House, Vic smiled at Cara once again. "About earlier, I'm sorry." He said, reaching out to touch her arm. She flinched away from his touch.

"Don't." She warned, grabbing his wrist with her right hand, she twisted it.

"Ow, ow. Cara stop!" He wailed in pain. When she stopped twisting it she kept a strong hold on his wrist. "What happened to your hand?" He asked and suddenly everything fell together.

That's why she was being so rude. She glared at him for a second. "You." She hissed dropping, more like throwing, his wrist letting it slam into the middle console and getting out of the car. He shook his hand until the pain went away as she walked up to the door of the coffee house and waited for him. He sat there for a moment before smiling and climbing out of his car as well.

Vic opened the door for Cara who just narrowed her eyes at him and continued into the building. Vic's eyes glued to her backside, he couldn't help himself, those tight jeans... "Vic!" Cara shouted at him turning around.

"What?" He asked quickly.

"I asked where do you want to sit?" Cara rolled her eyes.

"Um, wherever you want, babe." He said, trying to play it smooth.

Cara didn't answer him and just continued to a small booth in the corner of the large building. "This place is nice." She commented with a small smile.

"Yeah, my favorite place." Vic nodded at her before waving over a waitress.

Vic and Cara ordered their drinks when suddenly a girl came over to the table. "Hello, Vic." The girl hissed and turned to Cara, "Slut." Cara didn't care, girls like her didn't phase her. At least she acknowledged Cara. "What are you doing here with that?" She asked glancing at Cara with pure disgust.

"Getting a coffee." Vic stated plainly, looking at Cara with pleading eyes. Cara knew what he wanted to do but she shook her head violently, glaring at him.

"Oh god, please don't tell me you're dating this whore." The girl said.

"Well, actually, yeah," Vic looked down in defeat. "We're-"

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