Making Circles by Vanessa Gilbert (summer beach reads .txt) 📕

fumes or Kyle was able to calm him down. I watched as Kyle’s lips moved quickly and as Carter nodded his head once in a while and then shook his head sometimes…what were they talking about?

I watched as Carter nodded then began to back away over to me. I watched as he made it to my side and then kept his eyes on Kyle with a pissed off expression on. I stared at him and watched as he watched Kyle while Kyle just finished up his character. His character was the definition of perfection. The hair, the eyes, the shape of his face, his skin color, everything was perfect. I watched as he looked back at Carter and nodded then watched as Carter walked over, picked up the other guitar, and then began the contest.

They picked a song, Don’t Fear the Reaper, and picked their difficulty level. Carter first picked easy then when Kyle scrolled down to hard Carter re-picked and this time he picked hard. We watched and shook our head in disbelief. Great, he is defiantly going to get creamed now. We watched as it began and as Carter waited patiently looking down at his hands and getting them positioned just right. Kyle looked at him and smiled a smile of happiness, it was a smile that meant he knew that it wouldn’t be hard to beat him…it would be hard not to beat him.

I watched as the song began and Kyle flawlessly pressed the buttons in time. I looked over at Carter…he was…winning. Kyle made one or two mistakes and so far Carter was flawless. Did he lie about never ever playing this game before? I watched as soon he began to…show off his skills. We fell to his knees and bent back closing his eyes and still hitting all the notes perfectly. He defiantly has played this game before, I thought.

We all starred at Carter in shock and anger for lying then watched as Kyle starred down at him in anger and began to do something just as bad as Carter. Kyle back up still hitting the notes then with his eyes locked on the screen he slid forward while holding out a note and then began to play as if he just stood still and was just playing normally. We all watched both of them begin to not just have a game off but a show off, off.

They both jumped to their feet still playing the game and not missing a note or anything. They both began to play behind their back, and then both began to jump up in the air and fall back down to the earth on their knees. They both kept doing random stuff Kyle’s eyes glued to the screen and Carter mostly he’s eyes close.  

We watched both of them as the song slowly reached its end and as soon as it did they both looked back at us to see us with our eyes popping out and mouth wide open in shock. It was my worst nightmare…it was….a tie.

Chapter Eight: Pay Up

 

After the boys finished their final moves on the guitar and saw that they had a tie…it was hell breaking lose. The boys began their non-ending fight of who won and apparently I was on the line. “What do you mean you bet a date with me Carter,” I asked angrily.

Carter looked at me with his I’m sorry face and said, “Well, I didn’t think we’d be at a tie and now you’re dating relationship is in the balance of a quarter landing on heads.”

I covered my face with one of my hands and shook it. This is why I wonder every day how we’re still dating. I stared at him then at Kyle and said, “Fine flip the coin but just know which ever one wins they are going to go through hell.”

I watched as they both raised their eyebrows and eyes in pure terror and then flipped the coin. Please be Carter, please be Carter, I begged. The coin flew up and flipped….once…twice…then began to fell back to the ground. Kyle caught it and then turned it over on his other hand. He gently raised his hand and starred down at it in an expression that kept changing. First a smile played across his face, then his eyebrows came down in a face of intense thinking, and finally it ended with a blank expression. We stared at him waiting in anticipation…who was a going on a date with. He looked up at me and said, “Tails.”

I felt joy run through me as I heard Carter yell out, “Damn it!”

I smiled an “I told you so” smile and said, “This will teach you not to gamble with your girlfriends dating life.”

Kyle smiled at me and said, “How about tomorrow I pick you up and we go to…East Mountain Grill.”

I looked at Carter then at Kyle and felt the wheels of my brain turn. Carter hates it right now that I have a date with Kyle sometime…but if I have a date with him tonight…that’ll piss him right off. “Nah, how about tonight,” I asked.

Kyle smiled and nodded then looked at Carter and said, “Dude.”

Carter glared at me then at Kyle and as he pulled me out of the building by my arm he said, “Excuse us.”

As we walked outside he said between clinched teeth, “What the hell are you doing!?”

“I’m just keeping to your deal with him,” I said innocently.

“Bullshit you’re keeping to our deal, you’re just doing this to piss me off,” He said again between clinched teeth.

I leaned in close and said, “You bet me on a game that you lied about never playing, of course I’m gonna do anything to piss you off you jack ass.”

Carter glared at me and I saw his arm begin to rise. “You gonna hit me,” I asked glaring right at him, no trace of fear…I hope.

“No…,” he said after a long hesitant pause.

I turned around and began to make my way back to the building, if he was or is going to hit me then he’s a dead man after and even if he isn’t he still has to deal with me screaming at him and finally dumping him…this time for good. I put my hand on the door knob and just as I was about to turn it I felt a shaking hand rip my arm and hand away from the door then turned me so a fast a figure shaking with anger, shadows covering his face. He pushed my back against the door and then pressed his lips violently to mine in anger. My eyes widened in shock and began to try and push him away and off of me. His hands moved from either side of my body to now pinning my wrists and hands up and on either side of my head. I mumbled jumbled words against his lips and made sounds of protest.

He opened his eyes at me then forced more of his body to press against mine. I cried out in pain and tried to shake his lips off of mine. I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell at him to stop, I wanted to push him off and away from me. I kept struggling then inch by inch I was finally free. I put the palms of my hands on his chest then gave him a great big push. His lips parted from mine and his hands dropped away from their grip on me. I stared at him in anger and felt it melt as expressions played across his face.

“Why don’t you like it when I kiss you like when I first kissed you, after I saved you from that party,” he asked.

I sighed…it’s not like I didn’t like it but It’s not like I wanted it. I mean, when we first kissed it felt right…it wasn’t the gentle tender first kiss I wanted but it did have some passion. I ran my fingers through some of my hair and said, “It’s not that I don’t like it but…more like…it’s not the right moment for that type of kiss…like now…you could have just turned me around pulled me close to your body and just peck the tip of my lips with yours with the gentlest touch and that would have being perfect. This kiss was meant for more like….the moments like the morning of the first day of school this year, where you and I almost…that kiss was perfect for that…or for a moment that we both just want each other that bad…but not this moment…this moment called for a gentle kiss that says ‘I love you and I’ll never hurt you’ not ‘I’m gonna rape you’.”

He sighed and shook his head, “What are you talking about by these moments, there’s a do this kiss and a do that kiss, no its just do whatever and maybe you get something.”

I felt anger rush through me, what happened to my romantic Carter that I loved? I sighed and opened the door then leaned close to Carter and said, “If you wanna learn about it read a romance novel you jerk.”

 

After a long party that was filled with laughter, playful fighting, and serious anger yelling between me and Carter we were on our way home. Carter offered to take me home but I knew how that would end…and I wasn’t ready for that…and not even in the best spot. My dad thankfully over heard Carters offer and answered for me. “We’ll take her home thank you,” dad said to Carter.

Carter nodded and then climbed into his car and headed home, of course though mom and dad had to go to the store to get some things so I was stuck spending a couple of seconds, which soon became a couple of minutes, walking around with them and having them ask if Carter and I were over again. “Guys I don’t know I mean he can be sweet and kind and gentle but recently it just…not working,” I said.

“What’s not working exactly,” mom asked.

I looked at dad then her and said, “I can’t tell you because mister if he lays a finger on you in a violent or even more then friendly way I’ll kill him is still beside me.”

Dad looked down at me with huge eyes then at mom and said, “Oh come on now, I was joking, I wanna know what’s wrong with you guys.”

I rolled my eyes at dad and said, “I’m not telling you now go look at tires or something.”

Dad sighed and laughed when I moved my hands in a shoo movement, dad then walked over towards what I like to call the man corner of the store and left me and my mom to just us and to just our girl talk. “Okay so talk,” my mom said as soon as dad was gone.

“Well, when we first kissed…it was…passionate yes but wasn’t scary passionate…and…at the party…he…kissed me…and it was…,” I began.

“Scary passionate,” my mom said, ending my sentence perfectly.

I nodded and felt the words begin to climb up my throat, I wanted to tell her that we almost…but…I didn’t want her to freak out. “Okay, mom, I want to tell you something…but