Page 6 of Dear, Carson McDermott
Carson’s laughter brought my eyes back to him. Was he laughing at me? I shook my head at him and began walking off glad that my last class was a free period. Maybe I’d walk somewhere and get some food. I can’t believe he actually laughed when I was being serious for once.
“When have I ever taken it too far, Kitty Kat?” Carson caught up to me.
“Why would you tell Miles and Becca that we were together? I’m not your girlfriend. We don’t like each other like that. Our families are just close. You’re my twin’s best friend. What if Miles wanted to ask me out again or go to prom with me? Have you thought about that, you complete jackass?”
I didn’t even take a couple of steps before Carson grabbed my arm. I turned to face him; the unmasked anger took over his flawless features. It caused my breathing to get lodged in my throat for a moment. I have never experienced Carson’s anger for myself. I’ve seen it displayed at the house parties when someone did something stupid but never towards me.
“Get in the car, Kitty Kat,” although his voice was soft, his tone was laced with venom.
I tried to get out of his grasp but the more I pulled, the tighter he held on.
“Fuck Bubba, let go!” I pushed at his chest, yet he didn’t budge.
If anything, he seemed to be getting angrier.
“Just get in the fucking car, Katerina. You’ve got two options, either I lift you up and throw you in my truck or you walk your pretty little ass there ya self.”
I knew that I was supposed to be upset but how could I not falter with the way his accent deepened and the fact that he called me pretty? I wasn’t going to admit it right now, but I was, in fact, turned the fuck on. I rolled my eyes at him and stomped my pretty little ass to his truck. I got in his all-black F-150 making sure that after stressing my ass to hop in, I slammed the door hard. He flinched before he turned to walk towards his car too. I almost laughed but decided to hold it in. I knew it was brand new, but he could kiss my ass. Carson climbed in and didn’t say anything nor drive off for a minute. I didn’t like the silence, so I decided to say my peace and get the fuck out.
“Look asshole,” I started turning to face him. “Just because I got in your truck doesn’t mean I forgive you for manhandling me and yelling at my ass like you’re my father. Sweetie, I have one father and let me remind you that his name is Matthew Angelo Di’Maggio. Don’t ever yell at me again!” I didn’t realize that I was yelling.
“Hop.” Was the only word he said to me as he still stared at something straight ahead.
“What?” I was confused.
“You didn’t get in my truck, you hopped in.” He turned to face me, and I could tell he was holding in his laughter.
I rolled my eyes breaking too as I smiled.
“Whatever.”
“But,” Carson began as he suddenly moved into my space. I tried to lean all the way back hitting the inside of the car door. He eyed me from my rising chest to my lips and back up to my eyes. “Let me be clear here, Katerina. I won’t say it again so hear me well, will you?”
Carson licked his lips before he continued,
“I don’t fucking joke around too much. What I say, I fucking mean. I want you and you are mine. No one can have you but me. These pussy ass boys don’t know what the fuck to do with you, but I do. All that sass you throw at me, I eat it all up because darlin’, it drives me wild.” He gripped my jaw, this time he tightened his hold making sure I didn’t look anywhere else but him. “I won’t ask you to be my girlfriend because you’ve already given me your answer the first time I moved here and laid my eyes on you. I can see how much you want me because I want you just the same. I’m yours just the same.”
I didn’t know what to say because my heart was beating so damn fast. I had never had someone talk to me like Carson was talking to me, but I didn’t hate it. It was crude, disgusting the way he was ordering me around but damn it; I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t love it. I failed every feminist out there and we all knew it. Surely, my father was loading his guns already to shoot this country boy and his brothers would join him. Uncle Mike might actually slit his throat and as for Uncle Gabriel, sure he likes Carson but he’d just as much whack him over the head repeatedly with a baseball bat for gripping my jaw so tight.
“Are you though?” I gazed into his eyes, this time facing him as boldly as he was facing me.
“I am.” He replied.
I opened my mouth to protest but Carson took this moment to pull me into a kiss so scorching I thought my panties were burned and I wasn’t even wearing any. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped in. I shuddered as I wrapped my arm around his neck, my fingers trapping themselves in his hair. I tugged as he bit my tongue then sucked on it like his life depended on it.
Carson pulled away from my lips, but I felt his nose buried into my neck as he inhaled. I felt his lips on my neck as they formed a smile which I just knew wasn’t up to no good.
“You just jumped off the cliff, Lil’ darlin’.”
“Fuck.” I groaned and he laughed, the sound frizzing whatever sense was left in my brain.
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Carson
I knew better than to do more than lock lips with Katerina. I wasn’t ever going to push her for more unless she wanted me to do more. I shook my head as I focused while we were about to run another play. I smiled not wanting to but having to put Katerina to the side so I could concentrate. When it came to football, there was nothing else that I loved more. I played football just like my grandfather. I got the skill from my mother’s side of the family. Even though she wasn’t there to watch me play any games, my grandparents tried to make the important games and I loved them for it. I knew where I wanted to go to school and I was not hesitant at all, my dad sent me a text letting me know that the mail came in today. I could feel it that one had to be from USC.
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