It's been two days since Vincent joined my school. He's already super popular. How? I have no idea. I just know, he's annoying.
"Carlotta wait!" Josh, a boy I've known since I started here, yells after me, as I speed away, "Carlotta, volleyball practice is the other way"
"Yeah I know. But you're that way" I mumble rolling my eyes small.
"Oh come on, Carlotta don't be like that" he huffs catching up to me.
"I'm serious Josh, if you don't stop, I'm going to report you to the school" I hiss at him.
"For what?" He asks pouting small.
"Harassment! You're constantly asking me out, constantly hugging me from behind or putting your arms around my waist, you're constantly being annoying. So stop" I state firmly.
"Geez" he huffs "You're going to regret saying that Carlotta" he mumbles walking away. I didn't mean to upset him. It's just annoying. He's been doing this for years. Shaking my head I head towards practice. All day I could feel people staring at me. It's weirding me out.
"Carlotta, you're late" our coach, Ms. Bills, yells at me.
"Sorry ma'am" I mumble back.
"10 laps, go" she says blowing her whistle at me. I nod, I'm already in my uniform, so I quickly start my laps. She's always tough on me. Don't get me wrong, she's tough on all of us, but because I'm captain she is harder on me.
Soon, once I finish my laps, practice starts. I can't help but keep thinking of Vincent. That jerk! How dare he just waltz back into my life and try and claim me like that! He won't stop flirting and what not! It's soo annoying. He's a cheater and he's a liar. Why would I ever go back –
BAM
The ball hits me right in the face, making my body fall back and my head hit the ground. My eye sight goes blury, but with some quick blinking it goes back into focus.
"Carlotta?" My best friend, Tiffany, says kneeling down next to me, "Are you okay?" She sounds panicked.
"Yeah" I breath out trying to sit up, as all the girls circle me.
"Carlotta? What day is it?" Ms. Bills asks.
"Uh, Wednesday?" I ask.
"Okay, how old are you?" She asks.
"Almost 18, why?" I ask tilting my head to look at her squinting my eyes trying to see her.
"Just making sure, Tiffany, take her to the nurses office" Ms. Bills says helping me up.
"What happened?" Tiffany asks, "I've never seen you this distracted"
"I'll let you know later" I groan small. Soon we get to the nurses office. Once I'm settled there, Tiffany heads back to practice. The nurse gives me an ice pack to put on my head, making me groan small in a relief. She then tells me she called my dad. Great.
About thirty minutes later my dad comes walking into the room. The nurse explains to him what happened and suggests taking me to see a doctor just to make sure I don't have a concussion. Slowly I stand up, glancing up at my dad before walking out of the room. My dad following.
"Do you think you'll be okay? I have to get back to work" he mumbles the last part.
"I'll be fine, I don't know why she called you" I sigh softly.
"Can you drive yourself home?" He asks, glancing at his watch.
"Yeah" I mumble.
"Okay, thank you honey!" And with that and a kiss to my head my dad was off. Slowly I climb into my car, before I could even start her up, there's a knock on the window. Squinting, I look out to see Vincent, great. Slowly I roll down the window.
"Are you okay?" He asks, holding back a snicker.
"I'm fine" I mumble sighing.
"Let me drive you, you obviously aren't up for driving" he says opening the car door.
"I'm fine" I grumble looking up at him.
"Carlotta, this isn't me hitting on you. This is me saying it isn't safe. Now get into the passenger's side" Vincent says sternly. Why is his stern voice so hot? What! Carlotta! Stupid thoughts. Sighing and shaking those thoughts from my head I get out and then into the passenger's side. Vincent gets into the driver's side and starts her up. I buckle up before resting my head back on the head rest.
"So what happened?" He asks, pulling out of the parking spot and onto the street.
"Nothing" I mumble.
"If by nothing you mean a concussion, okay" he chuckles.
"Shut up, my head hurts too much" I mumble.
"Yes ma'am" he chuckles. Soon I fall asleep, snuggling into the chair. The cool a/c hitting my skin feels good.
"Carlotta, we are here" he mumbles. Slowly I open my eyes to see we are at Stan's Ice Cream Polar. This is everyones favorite ice cream place. I personally love his ice cream. However, this isn't home.
"Vincent, I agreed you could drive me home. Not here" I mumble closing my eyes again.
"Just, hold on, I've never had their ice cream. Please Carlotta, let me buy you some ice cream" he pleads.
"Fine, but, I'm not getting out of the car" I huff slowly opening my eyes.
"Deal" he grins, getting out of the car and heading inside.
Whats his deal? Why is he trying so hard? You know what, my head hurts to much to care right now. As I wait for him the cool a/c makes my skin cool and the sweating stop. I can't help but want all the cold air on me, it feels so good.
"I'm back" Vincent chuckles as he gets in, holding a banana split.
With a soft groan I mumble a small "Oh yay" sarcastically.
"How are you feeling?" He asks opening the lid of the ice cream.
"Fine" I mumble glancing at the ice cream.
"Want me to feed you?" He teases with a chuckle.
"You wish" I mumble sitting up straight and grabbing a spoon.
"Ah, I knew the ice cream would make you feel better" he teases.
"Shut up" I huff, however, I let out a small smile taking a bite.
"Okay okay" he chuckles taking a bite himself. We sit in a comfortable silence as we eat the ice cream, all that could be heard was the a/c running. As we finish the ice cream I sit back into my seat, resting my head comfortably on the head rest.
"Carlotta, you should definitely get your head check" Vincent says sternly, I can feel his eyes on me.
"I will" I assure staring out the window. With a small sigh Vincent starts to head towards my house.