(Alisha's pov)
After the encounter with Carter, I couldn't think straight, my thoughts were running wild, or maybe I was just going insane, who knows. However at this time there was only one thing that could help me , and that was vanilla ice cream with crushed almonds and cashews. Ohhh, that creation in a dish is literally to die for.
So I gradually decided that instead of mopping around for the remainder of the day I was going to be productive and go and get some of that delicious creation and stuff it down my mouth, whilst overthinking every single situation, that yes, surrounded around stupid Carter.
After finishing the contents of my bowl and placing it in the sink, images and thoughts of Carter wedged themselves in my brain for like the hundredth time in the space of a literal hour, He was like everywhere, literally haunting me everywhere.
I mean It's not like I like him or anything, I mean I hardly knew him, and yeah sure I've seen him on the front covers of magazines...looking smouldering and dashing, where I have thoughts of ripping off his clothes.
Oh, My, God, I can't believe I just thought of ripping off Carter's clothes, ugh, what is that guy doing to me? Damn Alisha, so help me, you need God.
I look over at my clock, trying to distract myself from thinking about Carter without clothes on, which probably won't work, but it is worth a shot.
The clock read...
6:45pm
If it's 6:45 pm then that means.
"Alisha, we're home." Yelled the high pitch voice of my mother, from the down staircase.
"Alisha, hunny, what's wrong?" Asked my mother, as I heard her footsteps walking up the wooden-floored stair-case.
I sighed, not really in the mood to talk to her, mainly because of yesterday, when we had an argument about college, and then the other reasons for not wanting to talk to her are simply because I just want to sleep, and clear all my thoughts from the world, and from Carter, that stupid, not hot as hell pantie snatcher, But in all seriousness did he really have to take that pair of black lace panties?, they were my favourite pair, and the most comfortable pair too.
"Alisha, are you even listening to what I was saying?" Yelled my mother, as she snapped her fingers in front of my face in order to gain my attention.
"Sorry mum, what was that? I'm actually really tired, so I'm just gonna head up to bed okay?, I will see you in the morning, yeah?" I said as I leaned over to give her a light kiss on the cheek, before heading upstairs and closing my window and then hoping into the warm covers on my bed.
As I laid my head on my pillow and closed my eyes I whispered to myself, Just you wait Carter, if I ever see you again, which I will most likely, then you better watch out, because your boxers are gonna start going missing, one by one.