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                                   ~Ruby POV~

After getting ice cream with Carson I go straight home. When I unlock the main door to the house, and open the door. I immediately turn on the lights and put my things in my room. Then wash my hands in the kitchen.

Mom went to work, so she left my dinner in the fridge. I warm the food and eat the hearty dinner. I don’t have any homework, since I finished it all at school.

I wash my plate and clean around the house, just to waste time. When it’s already 8:30 (p.m.) I decided to get ready for bed. I check if all the doors and windows are locked, because I sure can get paranoid.

I do my usual night business, preparation for bed. Brushing my teeth and washing my face, regular hygiene things.

I was going to turn off the light in my room so I can sleep, but suddenly my phone rings. I pick it up, and wonder who is calling me, I check the caller ID, and hope it’s not Carson.

It actually is Dylan, I gladly answered the phone.

“Hey! Dylan.” I greet warmly.

“Hi! I finally have an idea to solve your Carson problem.” Dylan declares directly.

“You do?!” I sound surprised, but at the same time interested in what he has to say.

“Yeah! I know this is random, but calling you over the phone is the only way to talk to you.” Dylan announces.

“That’s true. And I do want to hear what you have to say.” I reply.

“And it’s not like Carson is listening to our conversation right now over the phone, right?” he questions jokingly.

“If it’s Carson, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s listening right now. And if he is I don’t care (What I’m I saying? I CARE!)” I reply.

“Yeah. So, the plan is quite simple actually. We  just make Carson jealous.” Dylan states.

“Huh?” I reply dumbly. Did I hear him correctly?!

“Make Carson jealous. Pretend we’re going out, be all lovey dovey. It’ll crush him, especially since he’s obviously in love with you!” He says with full of vengeance.

“I don’t think that’s a god idea Dylan. Think about it, Carson has many advantages over us. He can easily make our lives a living hell!” I knowingly say.

“But we also have advantage that Carson can’t control, Reuben.” He replies certainly.

“And what is that?” I question.

“The love he has for you Reuben! We can use that, and make sure he hurts! Just imagine the look on his face, when he sees us together!” Dylan doesn’t sound like himself, if it’s like someone took over his soul.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Dylan, and I’m not even confident that Carson is in love with me. Don’t you think it’s too harsh? I know Carson is a jerk, but I don’t think it’ll work. I don’t feel comfortable about this at all!” I respond in full doubt.

“Look! Reuben, remember all those things Carson did to you. Remember middle school? Forcing you to do things, you don’t want to do. And imagine not having to deal with that anymore.” Dylan trys to convince me, and the things he is saying are very tempting, but I can’t.

“It just doesn’t feel right. I think I just need to move on Dylan, and I think you might have a grudge on Carson too. We should just move on, and just hope Carson will change too. If we start acting like Carson, we will be like him, and we are not like him. Dylan are you listeining?” I then waited for him to respond at least.

“THAT WHOLE SPEECH WAS STUPID!!! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT CARSON WON’T CHANGE! WE JUST HAVE TO TEACH THAT BASTARD A LESSON!" He harshly yells over the phone.

“Dylan calm down! Just think things through!” I try to calm him down, but it’s not working. Dylan never acted like this before, it’s making me uneasy.

“If you’re starting to doubt, and it’s obvious that Carson has you wrapped around his finger. I’ll just have to show you what Carson Blackwell really is.” he then laugh dryly, and pauses to continue.

“You haven’t really seen what Carson is capable of. I’ll use you, because that is the only to get to him. To ever think, Carson Blackwell would fall in love! I know he’s in love with you, and you have no idea how many hearts that bastard broken.” He finally finishes.

I was about to say something, but he had already hung up.

Is that really Dylan, his whole personality changes when he starts talking about Carson. What happened between him and Carson anyways?

Is Carson Blackwell in love with me? I thought it was all a joke, because Carson loves messing with people.

There is no way Carson can be in love with me. I know Carson has a lot of enemies, and that Carson is a huge jerk, but revenge is not always the answer.

I really don’t know what’s going on? I’m officially part of this drama, but still is missing things, I need to know.

Why couldn’t Carson just leave me alone? Why couldn’t Carson just keep his hands to himself?

But I know one thing that is 100 percent true. And that is, Carson Blackwell, is not in love with me. The reason why he keeps on bothering me is because of his crappy personality.

I don’t know what sick game Carson is playing, but I call quits! Ugh! Thinking of this is just stressing me out.

I’ll just go to sleep, and in the morning, my head would be clearer.

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“Reuben wake up! You have school!” a annoying voice announces. The voice continues, “Reuben! You’re going to be late to school!”

I instantly sit up, and groan in discomfort. I just want to sleep for at lest 5 minutes more, but when I see what time it is I quickly get up from my cozy bed.

Oh no! I have exactly only 10 minutes to get ready. Was I really that tired!? I rush like there is no tomorrow, and I was done in exactly 10 minutes. I didn’t even have time to eat.

I got inside my car, and drove to school, and arrived there in 10 minutes. Ugh! I only have 5 minutes, before first period starts!

I go to my locker to get my books, and I might not be late!

I sprint to Mr. Bradley’s class, and enter in the classroom. Before I sit in my seat, I was already panting and heaving.

I got in the classroom when the bell rings. Whew! Just on time!

I’m sure glad today is Friday, then comes the weekend. Then no more school, which means no more Carson. Unfortunately, unless he forces me to hang out with him.

But today is all about me and Lizzie, I’m not going to go out with the devil to day. I made a deal with the devil, which allows me to hang out with someone I actually want to see.

It took a lot of convincing, but I actually got Carson to not see me after school. It was so hard not to hide my happiness from him. I had to hide it, because I know that he’ll get angry.

Me and Lizzie will go out to the movies, then maybe bowling. Then get something to eat. I hope there’s no disturbance. Before I knew it, first period was over. And we were dismissed.

Then came second period. The same boring lesson that I easily understand, and same class clown making everyone laugh. The usual girls, who is basically spreading their legs for Carson.

While Carson ignores them, and act as if they are invisible. The whole aura he gives off makes me feel real conscious when I’m around him.

   ~Ring!~

Well! That’s fourth period! I’m walking with Lizzie and she is explaining to  me in full detail, on the consequences of not using a condom.

I don’t know how this stuff just pops into her head anyways! In the beginning, I just asked her how is Poppy, her pet dog and Riley, her little brother.

We walked to the cafeteria, and walk to our usual seat.

I don’t eat the school cafeteria food. I eat the food Lizzie provides for me. And I’m sure grateful for that! One of Lizzie’s many talents is cooking.

I was going to my seat, and was about to eat my lunch, but I hear someone calling me.

No(stretching the o)! It’s Carson calling me. He’s sitting like always with his best friend, Tony. He waves me over to his direction I have no other choice but to sit down over there.

But I really want to eat my lunch! And I know Carson is going to do something perverted.

I reluctantly walk over to his table, anyways. Known as the “Popular” table.

“Ruby, come eat with me. I won’t see you after school, so I’ll just make the best of my time with you.” Carson stated.

Aww! Why does he always do this to me! And he knows I don’t like it at all.

He was waiting for me to say something, so I did “Okay. But to let you know. I won’t be eating with you every day.”

“We’ll see about that. But come on! Sit on my lap.” He replies with no uneasiness.

Did I hear him correctly? Does he want me to do what I think he just said!?

“Wait!...... Can you please repeat that, please?” I respond with a question.

“Tch. You heard me, come on now! Come sit on daddy’s lap.” He says while patting his lap, and wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Carson! That’s going too far. Okay! There are people around. Do you not realize what you are saying?” I argue in irritation.

“Is that an excuse? If it is, it’s not a good one. I’m not going to repeat myself again, Ruby!” he declares.

“Just listen to me Carson. Please I’m begging you, don’t do this to me. This is humiliating, and you know it!” I pleaded in desperation.

“I’m going to count to 5. If your ass is not on my lap, by the given time, you’re not going to like either what I’m going to do to you.” He threatens.

He starts his countdown. Loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to hear. I know he’s doing that on purpose!

At 3, I finally but nervously sat on his lap. I look around, and I see Lizzie trying hard not to laugh. Hmph! Some best friend she is! And people around us, don’t even care about this whole scene. They just mind their own business. It’s like they see this every day.

When Carson is done with his counting, he sighs and hugs me from the back. His comments and snuggles our body together, of course, against my will.

“Ruby, you’re so soft.” Then he smiles with full contentment.

This is exactly why I don’t want to sit here! My stomach cries, meaning that it needs food.

Carson notices, and hands me a turkey sandwich. It’s like he prepared for me, and he knew that I was going to sit here.

“Um…Thank you.” I say.

“No problem! Anything for my little Ruby!” he replies in excitement.

He leans in to kiss me, but I flinch away. He then sighs, and forgets all about the kiss. Man! That was a close one!

I take a bite of the sandwich, and feel eyes gazing at the action I just made. Making more uncomfortable than I already am.

I confront him about this, and to my surprise, he actually leaves me alone. And then starts a random conversation with Tony.

I feel completely awkward sitting on his lap. I have a frown on my face, and I bet I look smaller than usual, especially since I’m sitting on this giant’s lap.

I don’t like where I’m, but the sandwich is sure delicious! 

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