Page 3 of Dear, Carson McDermott
I stood smiling as she scowled at me while Cassie came back to sit.
“What did I miss?” She asked Katerina.
“Kitty Kat and I are going to prom together.” I winked at Katerina as I walked back to my table.
Chapter 2
Katerina
I eyed Carson as he walked away from our table. I hated that he wore those damn jeans that fit his body right, the plain white tee and sneakers. I didn’t think country boys wore sneakers, but Carson proved me wrong. Everything he wore, seemed to fit him well and his hair didn’t take away from his masculinity at all. If anything, I wanted to run my fingers through his curly hair, and I was jealous because I wondered what the hell he put in his hair to make it look that good.
“So, you and Bubba are going to prom together, huh?” Cassie asked.
I turned back to catch a scowl on her face that quickly disappeared. I cocked an eyebrow at her,
“hold on,” I said to her as I quickly stood making my way to where Carson sat with his friends.
Tony was nowhere in sight meaning he was terrorizing Cory, she was a freshman and ever since they were younger, they were joined at the hip. I swear one day; they’ll end up married but he keeps denying it.
I shook my head as I made my way to the bench they were sitting at; I was glad that I picked out a cute outfit today. I wore a multi-colored long-sleeved crop that had matching shorts that stopped mid-thigh. I was so glad that my new hair products helped my hair stay straight this time around instead of it puffing up and making me look like an idiot.
If Carson Bubba McDermott thought he would just get to tell me instead of asking me to prom then he was wrong. Did I hate it? Hell no, but he knew better. When I reached up to his picnic table bench, his other football buddies were joking and laughing about something while sweet, slutty Becca was trying to speak to him while he ate. Everyone knew never to talk to Carson while he devoured his food. He never heard you unless you sat in front of him staring at him as though you weren’t going to go anywhere. I knew the tricks to the trade. I smiled at Miles as he sat across from Carson,
“Hey Miles,” I said as I tucked a hair behind my ear.
I knew what Miles liked. We dated freshman year and sophomore year, but we broke up because I couldn’t see why we were still together. He really liked me but after realizing, I didn’t like him as much and that I didn’t want to lead him on, I didn’t want to do that to him. We were still friends in a way even though, he drunk texted me every chance he got. I learned to ignore him. He was cute from his rich hazelnut complexion to his brown eyes but that was all.
“Hey Kat, what’s up?” His eyes hopeful as ever caused him to smile wide at me.
I returned the smile making sure to not do too much that would indicate me and him being something again.
“Oh nothing, could you scoot over for a second? I need to ask Carson a question.”
His eyebrows shot up, but he moved down now parallel to Becca.
I sat, facing Carson. I placed my elbows on the table letting it hold my chin while I tilted my head watching him. Becca eyed me wondering what I was doing. She opened her mouth to say something, but I put my forefinger up, the universal sign of hold on a second. She blinked, confused by my actions. After a minute of me doing this, Carson stopped eating and a smirk formed on his face before his eyes met mine. He swallowed his food, wiped his mouth with his napkin and sat back with his arms crossed over his chest while waiting for what I had to say to him.
“Ya picked a color for us yet, Kitty Kat?” He challenged.
“A color for what?” Becca decided to chime in while I kept staring at Carson.
This time it wasn’t because I wanted to annoy him, but it was due to what was getting harder to do. It was hard to look away once I got myself trapped in those amber eyes. Why was this happening to me again? Keeping his eyes focused on me, he answered Becca.
“For prom.”
“What?” Becca’s shrieking turned some heads in the courtyard. “Isn’t it a little too early for prom? We’re at the beginning of the second semester.”
Carson shrugged his shoulders.
“Why wouldn’ I take what’s mine to prom?” He asked nonchalantly.
“Yours?” I questioned.
I swear my entire body was floating at this little declaration. I tried to play it off with a scowl on my face, but I swear he saw through it. Carson leaned in, not too close but close enough.
“Mine.” He said with a finality that had Becca hyperventilating.
“I should shoot you in the foot,” I gritted my teeth and stood.
