Chapter 32...

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Gage's POV

Carter's parents were not what I expected at all. I'm not going to lie that I thought they would be snooty rich people, like some I have met. Carter was anything but that but you never know. When her mother greeted me with a hug I was more than surprised and I couldn't deny that her hug reminded me of my mothers. Although her father was just as I expected him to be.

The moment I saw Ashton Miller I knew he was a man you do not mess with. I recognized him from pictures in magazines and even a billboard in downtown for some advertising he has done. Almost everyone in New York has heard of the famous CEO of Miller Industries. With the way he was looking at me right now with a hard look I knew he was in complete business mode.

Carter was a perfect mix of her parents. Her parents had the same hair so of course she'd have brown hair. She had her father's blue eyes but hers were a lot softer and kinder than her fathers. It was clear that she was a mix of her mother and fathers personality. She's super quiet, not too out spoken, doesn't like attention, just like her mother. But I know from experience Carter can spit fire when she wants to, just like I know her father can.

Not gonna lie when Carter's father asked to talk to me privately I started to sweat a little bit. Being alone with Ashton Miller was something I wasn't quite sure I was ready for. I had no choice though so I forced myself to stand up and follow him out of the dining room. I shot Carter an encouraging smile letting her know I was okay before I was out of view.

Lunch wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and thanks to Mrs. Miller we had plenty of light conversations. When Mr. Miller did ask about my family I hesitated for a second. I hadn't even told Carter about my mother dying and that is why I live with my grandma. It just wasn't something I shared often and only a few knew. I wanted Carter to know about my life so I answered truthfully. When I felt her squeeze my hand I knew I did the right thing saying the truth.

Following Mr. Miller he lead me past the entrance of the house up the stairs and down the hall. I tried not to think about being alone with this man and focused on staying calm. As long as I was calm I could answer the questions easily. We entered what looked like a study and he gestured for me to have a seat across from a big desk. I glanced around as I took a seat and wiped my sweaty hands on my jeans. This was a lot more nerve wrecking then I thought it would be.

"So Mr. Harper tell me more about yourself?" Mr. Miller asked as he leaned back in his chair. It was up a little higher than me which I knew he did on purpose. I fight bigger guys than him on a daily basis but he was a scary man. No wonder he is a good business man. Just sitting across from him and having him stare at me I had to force myself not to squirm in my seat.

"What do you want to know sir?" I asked sitting up a tad bit straighter. With a man like this you can't let him know he has affected you in any way.

"I have heard things about you from my son. I'd like to know if any of that is true."

"What have you heard?" I didn't want to accidentally say something he didn't know about already.

"That you go from girl to girl, your an underground fighter, violent." He listed off. I didn't know what to say at those words. One was correct but the others weren't...well the first was slightly true. I didn't want Carter to think any of those are really true. She already knew about the fighting but I didn't like her hearing any of these dumb ass rumors about me.

Knowing what Carters father thought of me was a big deal, to me and to her. I don't know what Mr. Miller will do if he doesn't like me and I don't even want to think about not being able to see Carter anymore. I had to make a good impression.

"I am not going to lie sir and say I haven't had the best track record with girls. But I am serious about your daughter." I said sitting fully up straight and looking right at him.

"Are you done being with other girls?" I honestly couldn't remember the last time I was with a girl. The day after meeting Carter, Gage and I did go to a party where there were plenty of girls to choose from. But the when I started to kiss a girl something made me stop. Even to this day I'm not sure what made me stop kissing the hot girl but I did and I left the party. Since then I haven't kissed a girl, let alone slept with her. It was like Carter flipped a switch in me that I didn't have to sleep with every girl I saw.

"No sir, not since I meet Carter at the first of the year." I said honestly. He sat back studying me as if he was trying to find out if I was lying. If I wasn't serious about Carter I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be here right now sitting in his office, meeting her parents. I would definitely not be doing this for someone I didn't like that is for sure.

"What about the other stuff my son told me?"

"All false sir. People like to spread rumors on campus." Although the underground fighting was true I was mad about people saying I was violent. Never in a million years would I hit a woman, and only a guy if he was asking for it. I was not a violent person and never would be near Carter.

"Do you plan on ever hurting my daughter?" Mr. Miller narrowed his eyes at me.

"No sir, at least not intentionally." I mutter the last part. You never know with girls, you could breathe wrong and they could get mad at you.

"Good because if you ever hurt my daughter I will come after you. I know a lot of people in this town boy." I gulped at his words. No doubt this man would make good on his word too.

"Noted sir." I nodded at him.

"My daughter is smart and knows what she is doing so I...trust her decision to be with you." He seemed to make himself say those last words but it was enough for me relax a little. He didn't hate me entirely which is good. "Don't think I won't change my mind though."

"Wouldn't expect anything less sir."

"I can say that you are better than her slimy ex-boyfriend." Mr. Miller suddenly said.

"Her ex?" I asked. Carter never said anything about an ex so I hoped Mr. Miller would talk about it a little more.

"Some kid, I don't remember the name of, in high school. The moment I laid eyes on him I knew he was trouble. Never liked the way he dressed or acted and I just knew he would break Carter's heart."

"You let them stay together?" I asked bewildered. He didn't seem like the type to let his daughter date someone he hated.

"Thanks to my wife she made me not doing anything." He grunted. "Beware of her and my daughter. They can be crafty when they want to be and get you to do anything."

"Sounds about right, Carter is always getting me to do things I normally don't do." I commented.

"She takes after her mother that one." I watched as a small smile graced his lips as he thought about his daughter. He may seem cruel towards someone he doesn't know but I do know for a fact he loves Carter and his family more than anything.

We talked back and forth for a few more minutes before Mr. Miller finally stood up. He only asked me a few more questions about my life and I only hoped my answers were good enough for him. Even if he didn't like me that wasn't going to stop me from going out with his daughter. I liked Carter too much to just stop hanging out with her or seeing her.

"We better get back to the girls before they think we killed one another." He said standing up and moving around his desk. I stood up feeling relieved this conversation was over and I could go get back to Carter's side, reassure her I was fine. I was seriously becoming whipped even though we weren't really together yet.

Before we left the study room Mr. Miller patted my shoulder. He didn't say a word and opened the door. I stared after him knowing that was his sign of saying he was fine with me. I smiled at that and trailed after him. That was so bad at least.

When we got back to the kitchen we entered at the same time Carter and Mrs. Miller did, both of them holding plates and what looked like cinnamon rolls. The moment Carter saw me I watched as she looked me over to make sure I was okay. She almost seemed like she thought her father would do something terrible to me. I couldn't help but smile at her concern for me. Having someone worry about me other than Dylan or my Grandma was different yet nice.

With my reassure grin I could see her relax a little and send me a smile back. While we were having our little 'moment' Carter's father immediately went over to his wife and kisses her softly. I held back a laugh at Carter's scrunched up face, this must be a regular occurrence.

Heading to our seats I pulled out Carter's chair as she whispered to me.

"What happened?" She questioned quietly so her parents wouldn't hear.

"Nothing, it is all good." I whispered back before taking my own seat.

Carter's mother dished out these huge cinnamon rolls that looked delicious. If Dylan was here right now he would be drooling all over the table. They were by far the biggest cinnamon rolls I have ever seen and looked amazing. 

(Sorry I had to add it. Doesn't it look delicious!)  

"Did you make these Mrs. Miller?" I asked.

"Oh no I can't make these. I got them from a bakery downtown." She sent me a warm smile.

We were all quiet as we dug into our deserts, everyone too excited to eat the cinnamon rolls than to talk. No one said a word for about 5 minutes other than a few 'mmm' noises as we ate. Even in the silence I felt something sitting here. I wasn't quite sure what it was but I didn't feel awkward being here.

I didn't really know that much about Carter's family but her mother and surprisingly her father made me feel okay to be here. I didn't feel like I should run for the hills any chance I got. This was our first meeting so it was bound to be awkward, tense, weird silence but it wasn't too bad.

It was weird but I felt really comfortable here. Looking over at Carter I felt my chest expand a little. She was smiling and saying something to her mom. Her smile was literally the best thing I have ever seen in my life, I could look at it forever. 

*****

About an hour later Carter and I were ready to leave. After desert we talked a little bit more with her parents and I learned a little more about Carter that I didn't know. Most of what her mom kept telling me Carter would blush and tell her mom to stop embarrassing her, but I loved learning the little things about her. Like how she would follow her brother and Ethan around like a little puppy, even once wearing his clothes so she could fit in with them. I found it funny, she did not.

When it was time to go Carter had to practically pry her mom off of her so we could leave. I got a tight hug from her mother and she also whispered in my ear to take care of her daughter. I just nodded back to her not really knowing what to say. I got a firm handshake from her father along with a hard look that said the same words as his wife just did. I swallowed and grabbed Carter's hand. With a bye to her dog, Sam who is a gorgeous dog, we were able to leave. Car's mother of course invited me back again and to come to their barbecue they were having in a few weeks.

Getting in the car Carter let out a huge sigh and slumped in the passenger seat.

"That was eventful." She said closing her eyes.

"It wasn't bad."

"You weren't the one getting embarrassed." She turned her head to look at me, almost whining.

"I found the stories cute." I grinned at her as I started the car and drove off.

"What did my father say to you?" Carter suddenly asked, changing the subject. I could tell she wanted to ask me that hours ago.

"Nothing much. Just a few questions about you, me and my life." I shrugged. I wasn't going to tell her exactly what we talked about, especially about my feelings just yet.

"That is all?" She questioned.

"Pretty much."

"Okay good. My father likes to scare people."

"Has he had that conversation a lot with people?" I asked raising an eyebrow. How many boyfriends has she had?

"Only a few times. Once with my ex and maybe two more times with guys that took me to homecoming and prom." She answered. Has she only had one boyfriend? I silently wondered. Now that is surprising. She had to have plenty of boyfriends in high school. Who wouldn't want to date her?

"Good to know." I was actually happy to hear she hasn't dated that many people. For some reason I didn't like the idea of her being with anyone.

"Is someone jealous?" Carter teased sitting up and looking right at me. I kept my eyes on the road ahead of me.

"No."

"I think you are." She said in a sing song voice.

"I'm not." I wasn't jealous.

"I don't believe you at all."

"I believe me so I don't care." I said.

"Don't worry I will get you to say you are jealous." She grinned looking ahead.

"I'd like to see you try." She didn't say anything to that but smile at me. If she wanted me to say I was jealous that it was going to take a lot. I can be just as stubborn.

As we started on our way back to campus Carter messed with the radio until she came to a song she liked. Immediately I groaned at what song was on the station.

"No changing it." I said reaching to change the station only to get my hand smacked by Carter. "Ow what was that for?" I looked over at her.

"We are keeping the song on."

"Why? This song is more than annoying." She gasped at me.

"You don't like Rihanna!?"

"I don't hate her I just hate this song. All she says is...work, work, work, work. Okay we get it you work!" Work by Rihanna featuring Drake has been on the radio every time I get in the car, every time I get on Pandora, and Dylan keeps singing it around the apartment.

"You don't like to work, work, work, work." Carter said trying to impersonate Rihanna and not doing it so well. "Or blah, blah, blah, blah, I don't know the rest of the words." I couldn't help but burst out laughing at her.

"I don't think anyone knows the words to this song...wait Dylan does."

"Dylan knows all the words?" I nodded.

"He has to sing this every second of the day for the last week in the apartment. I am more than ready to strangle him."

"Man I love Dylan." She said shaking her head and chuckling softly.

"What do you mean you 'love' him?" I asked my tone coming out hard. Just hearing that she loved my best friend didn't sit well with me. Dylan couldn't have her. His words from the other day went through my mind 'Ask her out before someone else does'. Did he mean himself?

"What?"

"Do you love Dylan?" I gritted out my hands clenching the steering wheel.

"Would you crash this car if I said yes?" She asked in a light tone like she knew what she was doing to me.

"Carter answer the question." I bit out.

"I love him..." My hands tightened even more on the steering wheel, "But as a friend." She finished.

"Nothing more than a friend right?" I looked at her.

"Yes jealous boy, as a friend." Carter sat there grinning at me like a weirdo. She did that on purpose to get me riled up and try to admit I am jealous. Well going all possessive on her problem didn't help me in trying to convince her I am not jealous. I was entirely sure what made me get so angry at the thought of her and Dylan together. Yes Dyl was a good guy but he didn't deserve Carter. Like you do? The voice in my head asked but I ignored it.

So okay fine I am jealous. Not going to admit that out loud to Carter but I was jealous and I didn't want anyone to be with Carter unless it was me. Who knew I was the jealous type or kind of possessive.

We were both silent after that just listening to whatever came on the radio and just enjoying each others presence. It was a successful day i'd say and surprisingly I kind of enjoyed it. It was nice meeting her parents and getting to know them a little, and learning a few embarrassing things about her as well. It turned out a lot better than I expected and I think Carter was just as happy it didn't turn out to be a disaster.

Before I knew it we were back on campus and I was pulling into a parking spot. It was after 4 o'clock and I was sad to be back here so soon. I wasn't sure if Carter still wanted to hang out but I was tempted to not give her a choice. I just didn't want to be away from her yet.

When I put the car in park and turned it off I looked over at Carter who still had a small smile on her face. If only I had a camera right now to take a picture of her. The one time she doesn't have her camera on her is when I wanted to take a picture.

"So..." I started to say tapping my fingers on the steering wheel.

"Want to go to your place and watch a movie for a little bit?" She suggested. She took me by surprise but I wasn't going to argue with her.

"Sounds good to me." Sending her a smile I took the keys from the ignition and got out of the car. When Carter rounded the car my hand instantly went for hers, lacing my fingers through them. Neither of us made a comment about it as we walked side by side in the direction of my place. I bit back a smile as we walked loving my hand inside of hers. Never has my hand fit so well into someone else's. Carter's felt like it belong inside of mine.

It didn't take us long to reach my place but sadly when we walked inside we had to drop our hands. Dylan wasn't here surprisingly which made me wonder where he was. I didn't think too hard about it because it was just me and Carter in the apartment. While I went to go change into something less constricting Carter went and looked through our movie collection to find us something to watch.

I changed out of my sweater and dress shirt and just put on a plain white t-shirt. Other than taking off my shoes I didn't do much else and walked back into the living room, only to find Carter sprawled out on the couch. I raise an eyebrow at her.

"It is your couch now?"

"Yes it is. You will have to find somewhere else to sit." She said barely glancing at me.

"This is my place."

"So?" Smirking as an idea popped into my head I started towards her. She was focused on the tv she didn't notice me coming towards her. Without giving her any warning I laid down right on top of her.

Carter grunted underneath of me but I wiggled a little bit more to get comfortable. I didn't want to squish her too much so I did lift some of my weight off of her by holding onto the back of the couch.

"This is so comfortable." I commented.

"What do you eat?" She asked under me.

"Food."

"Ha

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