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Carter is running around her dorm room like a mad woman. I don't know why she thinks meeting my parents is such a big deal. She knows my father's track record and the fact that my mom loves everyone. She currently has on a pair of loose ripped jeans that hug her ass perfectly with just a black bra on. If her roommates weren't in the room, I would probably be doing something very different right now. I shake my head of my thoughts and lean my head back against her headboard.

"No, no, no," she says throwing shirts backward as she spins back around. She points an accusing finger at me, "You."

"Me?"

"What am I supposed to wear?" she asks me. I give her a blank look because the fuck do I look like. I am the last person to ask for fashion advice.

"Well don't ask him, he probably would say you should go like that," Rae comments hopping off Tori's bed. She walks towards Carter as she heads into the closet. Carter turns to me and frowns as she shuffles her slipper-covered feet towards me.

"I'm ugly," she moans hopping onto the bed. I chuckle at her as she lays her head on my chest. Her cheek is squished and she looks adorable. Curled hair and light makeup I know my mom will love her. Maybe not just in a bra but she will love her. I press a kiss lightly onto her forehead.

"You're not ugly," I tell her wrapping my arms around her body. She sighs again looking up at me with a glare.

"You're being dramatic," Tori says as I adjust Carter on my lap. Julie nods her head in agreement offering her a small smile. Carter doesn't respond as she looks back towards the closet.

"Okay, wear this," Rae says holding up a black skirt and a red sweater. Carter flies off of me grabbing the outfit before rushing into the closet. I sit up again and glance at her roommates. None of them seem to be concerned.

"Oh my god, I love you!" Carter says excitedly. I wince as she pushes off of my fucking jewels and she moves off of them quickly. "Sorry."

I shoot her a nod still feeling the pain of her pushing off of them. She hurries towards Rae as she grabs the outfit and heads back into the closet while Rae sits back down at Carter's desk.

"You do realize that she's actually super nervous about this, right?" Tori says in a lower voice. I glance at the closet and give her a weird look. She has nothing to worry about. While Carter is off the rails sometimes, maybe all the time, around parents I trust her to be okay. Maybe Carter is the one who doesn't trust herself. Either way, I don't care. She could honestly freak the fuck out on my dad for all I care. As long as I am not the brunt of her yelling, I think I'll live.

"She'll be good, I'll be there for her," I reassure Tori as Carter walks out of the closet. Tori turns her attention to her instead of me as she nods her head in approval. I do the same and smile at the smile outfit. It does look much more appropriate for a parent meeting than the last one.

"This is perfect. Thank you, Rae," she says, shooting her best friend a smile. Rae nods her head back at Carter as I hop off of the bed. Carter holds out her arms for me doing a 360 spin and I smile brightly down at her. She's wearing a pair of boots that heightens her a little but not a lot and she looks adorable.

"You look gorgeous, as always," I say, bending down. I plant a small kiss on her lips hearing a chorus of aw's and one gag. I pull away from her and she has a smile on her face too, it's a nervous one though. I grab her hand and intertwine our fingers together. "Ready?"

"Whenever you are," she says, giving my hand a squeeze. I nod my head at her as she looks at her friends. "Wish me luck everyone because I'll probably fuck up!"

I shoot her a look and she gives me a cheeky smile. Her roommates give her 'good luck's' as we say bye to them. We are meeting them at the bars or basketball house later so they will get the full fledge rundown of just how shitty this dinner was. As we walk out of her dorm room I realize just how nervous I am about this. I usually never get nervous about things but right now I'm shitting bricks.

"Ash?"

"Hm," I hum down at her as she presses the elevator button. She frowns up at me moving her purse up her shoulder.

"Are you okay? You got all silent on me," she says as the elevator dings. I sigh leading her into the elevator.

"Just thinking, that's all," I tell her trying to give her a reassuring smile. She gives me skeptical look leaning her back against the elevator.

"Well stop, at least I'm there and maybe since I'm there he will be on his best behavior," she says trying to be encouraging. I squeeze her hand in appreciation but I know that just won't be the case.

"Baby, love the optimism but never gonna happen," I tell her as she laughs loudly. A warm feeling flows into my chest at hearing it. I haven't heard it all day and I missed it. That alone has calmed me down as we walk out of the elevator and towards where I parked my car. I fucking hope I don't have a ticket because that would just be the icing on the cake. I glance towards my car and sigh in relief when I don't see any type of bright yellow envelope on it.

"Hey," she says tugging my hand for me to stop. "Whatever happens, I'm not going to leave nor am I ever going to look at you the same."

I grab her cheek with my free hand and pull her up to my lips. She kisses me back as I deepen the kiss dropping her hand. I wrap an arm around her waist pushing her against me. She's cold against me but it feels good. I need her, I didn't even know I needed her until she walked into my life.

"Thank you, Carter," I say pulling away from her. She gives me a smile pressing another light kiss to my lips before stepping away from me.

"Always," she says squeezing my hand. I lead her to the passenger side and open the door for her. I watch as she slides into my car and I shut the door behind her. I walk around the car and to the drivers seat sliding in next to her.

The car ride is silent to the restaurant with the dull sound of whatever song is playing from my phone. My hand rests on her thigh with her hand on top of mine. It's calming me down as we pull up to the tavern we are eating at. It's the nicest one we got here and of course my dad chose it. Probably on my mom's tab.

I run a hand through my hair and tuck my keys into my pocket. Carter gives my hand another squeeze glancing back at the restaurant.

"We got this shit," she says dramatically flipping her hair over her shoulder. She's calmer now and it's definitely helping me relax watching her. I chuckle at her leaning over the middle to kiss her. I lightly grab her neck pulling her in for a kiss. Her lips are soft and she tastes like mint. She deepens the kiss as I lightly tug her onto my lap. She obliges and straddles my lap tangling her fingers through my hair.

I grip her hips before trailing my hands down to her butt. I give it a squeeze and she gasps into the kiss pulling away.

"Asher," she whines. I give her a cheeky smirk before pressing another quick kiss to her lips. I know she is trying to get a move on and I'm stalling. I open my car door and gesture.

"After you, Baby," I tell her as she shoots me a glare. She sighs as she tries to get out of the car. I get a nice look at her ass and bright blue thong as I give her butt a slap. She gasps loudly as she stumbles out of the car shoving her skirt down.

"You're a shithead," she states as I adjust my self laughing at her. She flattens down her hair as she adjusts her shirt and jacket. I close and lock my door still laughing at her.

"I know," I tell her grabbing her hand. She sighs loudly shooting me one last glare before checking her skirt again. "You look beautiful, stop."

"Thank you," she says smiling up at me. It's a small one but it calms me down. I'm really doing this right now. I'm bringing the one person into the fire who I never thought would be there. We start walking towards the restaurant hand in hand and I hold the door open for Carter. She smiles at me as we walk up to the stressed hostess. She smiles at the two of us as I tell her the last name. She points to the back of the restaurant and spot my mom but not my father.

Thank fucking god.

I lead the way towards her as she sips on red wine. She spots us and stands up quickly.

"Asher, hi my baby," she says pulling me into a hug. I hug her back. She pulls away giving me a once over. "You played so well tonight in this March Chaos."

"It's March Madness and thanks mom," I tell her pressing a kiss to her cheek. She waves her hand at me before turning her attention to my girl. She has a bright smile on her face looking at Carter, who is hiding behind me.

"And you must be Carter, it's so nice to put a beautiful face to the name," my mom says taking steps towards her. Carter gives her a dimpled smile as she pulls her into a hug. Her face is surprised at first but she smiles again.

"It's so nice to meet you Mrs Fletcher," she says as they pull away. My mom waves her hand at her again smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh my goodness, call me Claire," she says squeezing Carter's hand. She directs her to the table as she sits her down across from her and I sit next to Carter. My mom pours another glass of wine and gives it to Carter.

"Thank you," Carter says politely as I flag down a waiter for a beer. My mom is absolutely fangirling over Carter as she starts asking her questions. The waiter comes over fast and I ask her for a beer. She walks away and now it's time to look for the man of the fucking hour. He has to be here because there's a whiskey on the rocks sitting across from me.

"Asher," my mom says pulling me from my thoughts. I glance at her wrapping an arm around Carter's chair. "You didn't tell me Carter is working in communications with you? That's fantastic!"

"Sorry mom, slipped my mind." I offer her a small smile as my mom smiles back. She continues to go deeper into conversation with Carter as I give her shoulder a squeeze. She ignores me but I see the small smile on her face as she leans into my arm. I glance behind her and see exactly who I was dreading to see. He's walking back from the bar walking like he owns the fucking place.

Douchebag.

Carter must notice because she turns in the direction with the wine glass pressed to her lips. She sits up straighter and so do I. I mutter a 'fucking great' under my breath as Carter lightly kicks my shin.

"Hello Asher and-"

"Carter," Carter says in a short tone as he stands in front of the table. He nods his head at her before directing his attention back to me.

"Hell of a game tonight. Looking great to the scouts," he comments as I scoff shaking my head at him. The waiter comes around at the perfect time with my beer. I regret only getting a beer. I should have ordered a fucking shot.

"As if you would know anything about basketball, father," I retort back as I bring the bottle to my lips. Carter glances at me and back at my dad who gives me a glare before sitting down next to my mom. I move my arm from around Carter go on her thigh.

"So, Carter, you go to University of North Carolina?" he asks her swirling his glass around. She gives him a smile but it's not a genuine one.

"Yes, that's correct," she says nicely. I don't like how she sounds when she talks to him. She's tense and he knows it.

"So, what's your major?" he asks her before bringing the glass to his lips.

"She's a communications major like Asher," my mom says for her as Carter nods her head tucking a piece of brown hair behind her ear. My dad turns to look at my mom in a condescending way.

"I believe I asked Carter, Clarissa, but thank you," he says sarcastically to her. I try to keep my grip on Carter's thigh loose but she's the only thing keeping me from flipping the table. Just by the way my dad is asking her questions, I can tell he's leading up to something. I just don't know what it is.

"And are you in this for the money?" he asks a smirk playing on his lips. I scoff loudly at the comment. He has to be fucking kidding me. My mom isn't looking at any one and Carter is a ticking time bomb.  Carter shifts in her seat making me snap my head in her direction. Her fake smile doesn't falter but I can tell she is fuming.

"What fucking money?" I mumble underneath my breath. I am here on scholarship and because of basketball, no help of my asshole of a father.

"Are you claiming that I'm a gold digger?" she asks a small, not so innocent, smile playing on her lips. It's a cynical smile. "Because that's an awfully big claim."

"Sorry but what fucking money would she exactly be chasing? It's not like you have any left," I scoff. My dad's eyes snap to me instead of their intense stare at Carter. I am glad they are off of her and on me. Carter places a hand over mine keeping me here with her and not doing what I want to be doing. Which is sending my father face straight through the table.

"When you get first pick, you will sign a contract for millions. You really think someone like her wouldn't be chasing you for money?" he asks leaning back against his seat proudly. Almost as though he's done something. Carter barks out a laugh at his comment while I squeeze her thigh tighter.

"Someone like me? God, do you think before you speak? The only person who is chasing after Asher's money, is you. Pot meet kettle," she states grabbing her wine glass. I hear a low laugh from my mom and smile at her. I need to get her out of this marriage.

"I am doing what's best for my son. Unlike you who might miss a few birth control pills and get knocked up to insure money for the rest of your life," my father defends making Carter narrow her eyes back at him.

"Sounds like something you'd do don't you think?" she says tilting her head back at him. I smirk at her leaning back in my chair. She can handle herself and I am so damn proud of her right now. I know all these digs are hitting her hard. They always secretly do but she is doing so well right now.

"Listen here, you may be a pretty little twenty something college girl but let's be honest here, you may look good on Asher's arm but he's going to the NBA you think he'll be loyal?" my dad says leaning across the table at her. She reels back at the comment and now I know it's my turn to say something.

"I think that's fucking enough insulting for one night. Carter did not come here to be insulted by my sorry excuse of a father. Now if you'll excuse us I have fucking other places to be," I say through gritted teeth. He smiles happily at the two of us while Carter stays quiet beside me.

"Oh but we were just getting started. And I was getting to know all about your mouthy girlfriend-"

"Mark, I really think we need to call it a night," my mom intervienes. I can tell she's mad and it is very hard to get my mother very angry.

"She's not good enough for him, Clarissa. He needs to be focused on basketball not some pre-NBA crisis," he says gesturing to a very pissed off Carter. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she's glaring at him.

"She's not just a fucking object," I snap back at him. He scoffs at the comment looking at her with disgust making my blood boil again.

"She also has a name," Carter states as I stand up from the table. I am not doing this and I am not letting him treat either of these woman like shit.

"Dad go get another fucking drink why don't you or better yet fucking find a life to live. We're done here," I say extending a hand to Carter. She takes it her hand cold against mine. I am so fucking heated right now it's not even funny.

"Don't forget Asher what the NBA means for not only just you," he states proudly. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before tugging Carter towards the door. I need to get the fuck out of her. Carter looks confused and trust me I would be too. She silently follows me out to the car as I hold onto her.

Once we are outside she pulls me to a stop.

"Asher, what does he mean?" she asks me confused. I sigh scrubbing a hand over my face. I open my mouth to say something but pause when my mom walks through doors. She holds her coat tightly around her.

"Hi my dear, I'm sorry to both of you for him. He wasn't always like this," my mom says tucking a hair behind her ear. I sigh as Carter pulls away from me smiling at her.

"It's okay, Mrs- I mean Claire. Thank you so much for the wine and listening to me ramble in the beginning," Carter says smiling. My mom brings her into another hug and I can tell she is saying something to Carter because Carter isn't looking at me. Carter's eyes soften as she laughs a little. They pull away from each other and Carter nods her head. "It was nice meeting you."

"You too and hopefully I'll see you soon. If this one allows it," my mom says pinching my arm. I stare at her amazed that she can even put up with him. Even though she wants to be divorced. Needs to be but with no money she can't. He took it all and me going into the NBA giving her that check will be her getaway. At least that's what my dad thinks.

"I love you, my sweet boy. I'll see you soon," she says hugging me. I hug her back. "And she has got to be the one for you, not whatever your father said. She's the one."

I chuckle at her nodding my head as we pull away. I go to stand next to Carter grabbing her hand. She looks up at me with a cheeky smile. My mom bids us goodbye again as she walks back into the restaurant. Once she's back inside Carter steps in front of me with a look on her face.

"Asshole, why didn't you tell me you were helping your mom secretly get a divorce from Mr Douchebag," she says an amazed smile on her face. She pokes my chest as I grab her hand pressing a kiss to her palm.

"Let's talk about this not in a fucking parking lot," I tell her as she laughs nodding her head. She still doesn't move when I lightly tug her to move. She pushes up on her tippy touches pulling me down by the collar kissing me.

My mom's right. She's not just a pre-NBA crisis girl. She's a forever girl. A girl who I will never stop loving. Even if I tried.


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