Roommates
Chapter 13
Brett's POV
Crap, this couldn't be good. Carson just ran away out of no where! Should I call the cops? She hasn't been home in hours.
The doorbell suddenly rang, and I got up to get it.
Standing there was Drake.
"Brett, man what's up?" he asked, fist bumping me.
"Hey Drake." I said.
"Listen, so does this girl live here? Light reddish hair? Hazel eyes?" he asked, trying to describe her.
I knew exactly who he was talking about. Carson.
"Carson?" I asked.
"Nah, man. I'm talking about a girl." he said.
"That's Carson." I said. Why was he looking for Carson?
"Oh, yeah. She told me to get her books to do her homework or something." Drake shrugged.
My eyes snapped up. "You know where Carson is?"
"Yeah, she told me she ran away. But, listen. I need her books and some stuff. She's staying over at my place tonight." Drake said.
I gritted my teeth together. Carson was staying over at Drake's place?
"Right over here." I said, trying to act calm.
I directed him to Carson's room, as he started looking for her books.
He piled them all up in his hands, grabbed some of her clothes, and her cell phone.
He dumped them all in her black book bag, and slung it over his shoulders.
"Thanks Brett. I have to go now, or else Carson will get impatient." Drake chuckled.
"Alright, see you later." I mumbled, closing the door.
I sighed. At least Carson was safe, right?
I should've told her the truth in the first place. None of this would happen. She would be in her room right now instead of at Drake's dorm.
I clenched my fists, and slammed it against the counter. I felt so stressed out, like everything was my fault.
Why are you being such a girl, Brett?
I shut my eyes tight, breathing in and out to control myself.
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I woke up at 4 in the morning to the sound of someone walking in the hallways.
Who would be up at this time?
I groaned, and got out of my bed to see who it was.
I saw a glimpse of red hair, and heard drawers opening and closing.
Then, Carson walked out of her room. She stared me straight in the eyes, and I could tell she was panicking.
She started running pass me with some clothes in her hands.
"Carson! Wait!" I shouted.
It was too late. She was already out of the dorm, and probably wandering back in Drake's dorm.
I sighed heavily, and rubbed my eyes. She hated me now, didn't she?
"Brett! What the hell? It's 4 am!" Kristina snapped coming out of her room.
"Carson just came back." I said.
Her eyes lit up. "Is she here? Is she okay?"
"And she just left, too." I finished.
Her happy mood immediately dropped. "Why was she here?"
"She had clothes in her hands." I explained.
She rolled her eyes. "Why did she leave, anyway?"
Because of me.
"I don't know." I lied.
Kristina sighed. "Whatever, I'm sleeping."
I went back to my room and tried to sleep, but I just couldn't. What was that warm feeling inside my body? Did I actually care for Carson?
No. I can't. I messed everything up. How could I even think of such a thing?
Besides, we argue too much. We are from two separate worlds.
We could never  be together.
I snapped out of my thoughts. Why was I even thinking about this!?
What has gotten into you, Brett?! I groaned, and mentally punched myself.

I said I would post two chapters yesterday, but I didn't! Sorry D:
So here's two lovely chapters for today :D