Page 43 of We Are the Stars

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Elliott

What the fuck?

What did I do?

IkissedCarsen Wheatley.

I kissedCarsen Wheatley.

On purpose.

Why? Have I been possessed? Do I need to grab the salt and holy water?

I quietly rush up the short walkway and insert my key into the lock. I sneak into the dark house, sure to keep my footsteps light so I don’t wake anyone.

I tiptoe into my room, falling into bed without even changing into my pajamas. Hell, I barely toe my shoes off. I curl into a ball and hide under my blankets. Hide from my thoughts. Hide from the fact that I kissed Carsen Wheatley.

I press my fingers to my lips; they’re tingling still. I can feel his lips pressed against mine.

He kissed me back.

But only because I kissed him first.

And I don’t know what to do with that.

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It’s been nearly twelve hours since I kissed Carsen, and I haven’t thought about it until this very second.

To be fair, I only just woke up.

I can’t find my phone, which means I was correct in thinking I dropped it out of my pocket last night and I now need to go back to the cemetery to retrieve it.

Awesome.

The doorbell rings and a shuffle of feet echoes in the house.

Who in the hell could possibly be at someone’s house at this hour in the god—

“Elliott! It’s for you!”

For me?But who is it? Jase? I mean, there’s no one else it could be, right?

I freeze.

No.

No way.

“I’m sending him up!”

What!“I need a second! I’m not decent!”

I race to the bathroom and can hear casual forced conversation downstairs as I hurry to brush my teeth and comb down my hair, which is a mess. I straighten out my shirt that’s all bunched up as I yell out, “Okay!” and rush back to my bedroom. I sling myself onto my bed and wait.

The footsteps sound like bricks suddenly grew feet and decided to drag themselves across the house. I can almost hear the suspenseful music playing in the background. Whoever my guest is, they are taking their sweet ass time getting up here.

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