Carter: Soundproof Room

I follow Ryan into one of the soundproof rooms, watching the way that she pushes her hair over her left shoulder.  I wish I could run my fingers through it.  I love how her thick, coppery hair frames her face and trails down her back.  It didn’t help that it stopped right above her ass.  And those shorts were doing nothing to hide her curves.  Combine that with the low-cut green t-shirt that ended just shy of her shorts and I would have followed her anywhere.  I kept getting tantalizing glimpses of the dimples on her lower back.  I had to consciously keep my hands by my side to keep from touching her.

Ryan walks into the soundproof room and leans her ass against a table on the far back wall.  I walk in and close the door behind me.  Trying to keep the excitement out of my voice, I say, “What’s up?”

“What was that?” Ryan folds her arms under her breasts.  She has that defensive look on her face.  I know that it was her way of keeping the world out, but I hate that she feels that she needs to keep me out.

     “What was what?” I ask, keeping a straight face.

     “The whole creepy thing with Jaime,” she deadpans.

     “Creepy thing?” I raise my eyebrows, trying and failing to keep a smirk off of my face.  God, she was adorable.

“Come on."  She's finally smiling a little.  “You have to admit that the way you two were smiling at me with your wide eyes and out of the blue asked me to come hang out was a little creepy.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle, rubbing my hand on the back of my neck.  “I can see why you would say that.”

She giggles and the sound encourages me to move closer to her.

“So?” She quirks an eyebrow at me and jumps up to sit on the table.

“Jaime was trying to help me out,” I admit, stopping next to her at the table.  I lean against it and look out the door.  I can see Jaime and Patrick glancing at us and giving me a thumbs up.  I roll my eyes at them.  Why don’t you make it more obvious guys?

“Help you out,” Ryan repeats flatly.  “With what?”

“Talking to you,” I finally look at her.  She gives me an incredulous look.  “You know you aren’t the easiest person to talk to, right?”

At that, she blushes and turns her face away from me.  “Yeah, I get that,” she says quietly.

“Hey, I get it.  After everything that happened…” I trail off, thinking about how Patrick mercilessly teased her in middle school.  And how I didn’t do anything to stop him, even though I wished he would shut up.

“Yeah,” she mutters, still looking away.

“Hey,” I move closer to her and touch her hand.

She startles and looks down at my hand, still on top of hers.  Slowly, her eyes travel up to mine and there is this look of fear and hope on her face that nearly kills me.

“I just want to get to know you a little bit, ok?” I say, softly, looking into her eyes.

She nods slowly, dreamily.  Then, she seems to mentally shake herself.  She gives a soft laugh.  “There are less creepy ways to get to know someone.”

At that, I laugh out loud and smile down at her.  I wanted to pull her into my chest and hold her, but I’m afraid of her reaction.  “Yeah, I guess there are."

She jumps off of the table and pulls a pen out of her back pocket.  Funny with how intently I was staring at her ass, I didn’t see the pen there.  She grabs my hand that had been holding hers.  Uncapping the pen in her teeth, she looks up at me quickly, then writes something on my hand.  She is so close that I can smell her shampoo.  Remember those Herbal Essences commercials?  That was her shampoo.  I could understand why those women were making those moans based on that smell.  I close my eyes and inhale.  Damn, it’s hard not to touch her.

Ryan stops writing.  She lets my hand drop and steps back.  I glance down at my hand and then back up to her face.  “What’s this?”

“Another way to get to know me,” she says and leaves the room.  I hear the bell ring when she opens the door.  I look down at my hand and see a phone number.  Hot damn!

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Ryan

   

Holy shit!  Holy SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!  Did I seriously just do that?  I just gave Carter Moore my phone number!  I am hyperventilating.  I speed walk over to my friends, but hear Carter calling my name.

I turn to see him jogging up to me with that lopsided grin on his face.

“Yeah?” I say, a little breathless.

    “Can I call you tonight?” he asks.

“Sure.  Um, I should be home around 7:30.  You can call after that?” The statement comes off as more of a question then a statement.

“Ok.  I’ll call you then.” He reaches out and squeezes my hand before walking away.  I watch him jog to his friends.  Patrick (can’t even get up the anger to call him a dickhead right now) hands Carter his books.  Patrick sees my number when Carter grabs his books.  He gives Carter a high five.  Carter turns to me and waves.  I smile back and turn towards the band room to get ready for Jazz Band.