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i wasn't the only person who knew about the tapes. And it was worse than I thought. It was the kids and students like Jessica Davis wanted to act like they did nothing wrong. I walked out of the bathroom.

Were they being serious I accidentally bumped into someone

" hey you good"

I looked up to see who it was. It was justin mother fucking foley. Jesus Christ.

" yea I'm fine " Says jaime

" you sure, you look like your upset about something " Says justin

" yea I'm sure, just trying to get to class . Excuse me " says jaime

I'm sure Jessica was gonna tell him I knew the tapes existed. I went to my next class. Eventually I went to the library.

Carter's pov

sometimes when your the water boy basket ball guys and the popular guys are suppose to like you. It didn't mean I was one of them. I studied my ass off. After hearing that first tape. I saw the truth. I already didn't like most of my team . I pretended to like them because it was what it was. I wore flannels everyday and wasn't made for sports. I was a water boy for a reason.

there were more tapes to be heard and it wasn't just that douche justin foley. You'd think I was doing this for jaime . But that wasn't just the case.it was for a whole 'nother reason. It was for her. All for her.

I walked into the school in lab because it was one of my classes. I didn't have a lab partner. The guys gave me shit about it. I saw Hannah. I smiled at her. She asked if she would be my lab partner. We would talk in the halls but never before. It was nice to talk.

" your the guy who stab my sister in the boob right?" Says hannah, chuckling

" that would be me. I'm sorry about that by the way "Says Carter

" I'm not the one to apologize to . I find it funny" Says Hannah

that day was the most realest conservations I had with any person. That was the type of person she was. Eventually it was 8th period. I had to go to basketball practice. I was running late. I just walked. I got to the gym.

" aye drews. What held you up " says Zach

" class " Says Carter

" ah " says Zach

" so we saw you talking to jay when did that happen " Says bryce walker

" we're just friends " says Carter

" I bet. I mean, jay is cool and pretty but I could set you up " says justin

I looked at him.

Was he really saying this to me right now?

" trust me, I'm good " says Carter

i put the water on the bench next to me. I smiled but I didn't like them. I was quitely to myself. They were talking about random girls like they always were. I didn't care that much about girls bodies. I mean , my only ex girlfriend was chloe. i didn't like putting my business out there. Especially with them. My only friends were with the chess team. I know that makes me a chess geek or whatever. But they were my friends. My only friends. Well besides jaime. I considered a friend ish.

She was a bitch at times if she heard me say it. She'd probably kick my ass. Pretty hard too.

The bell rang for school to be over. I walked with my friends. I saw jaime. I saw the group of the people. When I say the group of people. I mean Jessica and justin. Bryce walker. Jessica. Monty. I saw Courtney in the corner with her friends. Jaime looked at me and continued to walk. I saw clay Jensen. I knew him from around. He had his bike. Didn't know that much about him.

I went to jaime's house . Well I drove there. I went through her window. It was habit. It was a struggle to go thru her window. I fell on her floor .

" fucker " says Carter

" just use the door " Says valerie

" ooh when did Buffy the vampire slayer get here? " Says Carter

Valerie threw a pillow at me while I was on the floor.

I really needed to start using the door

" cmon, are we gonna listen to the tapes or gonna just sit here . Or in carters case and lay on his back because he can't get up " says Jaime

I stood up. Slowly.

" wait, valerie knows about the tapes " Says Carter

" we need all the help we can get . And we have the other side of the tape to get to " says jaime

We started listening.

" Jessica this is your tape " says hannah, in the recording

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