Chapter 6: Concerts, Confessions, and Second Chances
I jogged after him.
"Do you know that handsome guy from earlier? Are you close?"
"Do you have his contact info?"
"Can you give me his Instagram?"
Carter sped up like he was being chased by zombies.
Just then, a basketball came flying from the court and smacked me right on the forehead.
Dizzy!
Stars in my eyes!
Hurried footsteps.
A handsome face appeared above me.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Déjà vu, anyone?
I clutched my head. "Ouch, my head hurts! Please carry me to the infirmary—a princess carry, please!"
Dylan bent down to help, but Carter rushed over and shoved his hand away.
Annoyed: "I hit you on the head with a ball. You think you’re okay?"
Dylan apologized, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to."
Right, it wasn’t on purpose.
I’m the one who got hit, not him. Why so mad!
Carter picked me up again, carrying me like a sack of potatoes.
Bouncing all the way, I stared at the swaying ground.
Almost cursed out loud. Seriously, does he not know what a princess carry is?
School infirmary.
The nurse did a double take. "You again?"
Carter dropped me into a chair. "She got hit on the head."
Yeah, I had a bump.
The nurse sighed, "You’re really unlucky."
Carter folded his arms, glaring. "Every time you see Dylan, you either fall or get hit. He’s bad luck for you—stay away from him."
He believes in bad omens. I believe in science.
"I think this is a test from the universe. Love is always unforgettable—what’s a little pain!"
Carter gritted his teeth. "Brooke! Did you get your head stuck in a door?"
I shook my head. "No! It was hit by a ball!"
That night, Dylan added me on Instagram.
My heart pounded, hands shaking.
I typed: "What’s up?"
Dylan: "Sorry about today. Let me treat you to a movie as an apology."
"Sure, tomorrow!"
When it comes to cute guys, every second counts.
So the next day, with a bump on my head, I went to the movies with Dylan.
He really was handsome—people couldn’t stop staring.
Even passersby looked at me like I was out of my league.
I picked a suspense movie, Dylan bought Coke and popcorn, and we went in together.
Five minutes into the movie, someone finally sat down on my left.
I glanced over.
"Seriously? Of all the people—you’re here too?"
Not even the dark could hide Carter’s annoying face.
Dylan turned, "Carter? What are the odds?"
Are you kidding me right now?