Edited, again
PRELUDE
One soul was not meant to be possessed by two poles, tugging each to it's own direction. A single heart does not bind naturally to dual sides without snagging one end. A solo can multiply into a duo when it comes to affection, but cannot times into a trio.
There is nothing Carah hated more than sports games, but oh, the things she does to gain and maintain the admiration of a certain someone. The jeers and cheers from the stands clattered like ceramic on pavement into Carah's eardrums. She positively loathed high school football games. Though, how could she miss it? William Dolley, the varisty line-backer of West Avery High, and Carah's all-around, tailor-made ideal guy was playing. If outside of his Cougar football uniform, no one would guess that William plays the sport of jocks and homecoming kings. Even though he was attractive; most people saw William Dolley as a joke, popular, but someone you just cannot take seriously. Carah felt exteremly different. To her, Will was gorgeous, and his personality around her was not the persona he displayed with every other student at West Avery.
The high chants and loud yelling soon indicated to Carah that the final touchdown was made, and the Cougars won by a landslide. Carah anxiously fixed her hair and adjusted her outfit. She had to try her best to even feel worthy of Will's presence, she thought. Even though he would be coming back from the locker room damp of perspiration and smelling the least like roses, Carah would be more than delighted to wrap her arms around his neck and embrace the one she infactuated over.
Carah noticed him walking towards her, and the large crowd of overly-excited West Avery supporters, his eyes glancing at hers, and Carah's predition of Will's appearance was proven.
"Hey," the two said in unison.
William's smile apon his handsome face, along side his lime coloured eyes and dark, sandy brown hair made the insides of Carah flutter, and while hugging him she could have sworn her stumach acid transfigured into butterflies.
"Sorry, I'm not exactly date ready, smell and looks wise." William admitted.
"No. This is... You are completely fine. William, you like a greek god, as always."
Her night with William was better than she could have ever imagine. The actual date wasn't even the highlight of the night. It was Carah and William reaching the highest point of intimacy, and yes, it was also even better than Carah had ever imagined as well.
"Where were you last night, I called about a million times?" Rolling her eyes at such a hyperbole, Carah felt irked. This drive home will not be pleasent.
"Anna Dolley's house. If you can recall, you just picked me up from there, Scott." This conversation was barely starting and Carah already felt uneased.
"No, before then, around seven or eight o'clock." Scott rebuted, his nails digging inside of the leather of the steering wheel.
Carah paused. "The football game. Anna's brother is on varsity, so we went to watch him." Scott began to say something, but soon went to a halt.
Atleast five minutes had passed inside the silent Ford before Scott brought up: "Since when were you such great friends with Anna Dolley? If you ask me, you're more interested in her little brother." Even though this was completely true, Carah hated to hear those words escaping from his lips. She decided not to object and stare bitterly at him instead.
"I know how much you like him, Carah." Scott said, sounding more solemn than hostile. "You've liked him since freshmen year. Now, three years later, you're still obsessed with that kid. I didn't like Will at first, but now I hate him now more than ever."
"How can you say something like that? You don't even know if anything happened between us."
"Oh, please," Scott laughed. "He is William Dolley and you are the only girl strange enough to even fall for him. I'm positive he took advantage of you last night."
Carah wanted so badly to strike him with incredible force, but knew it could lead to a massive car collision on the highway.
"Just tell me. Do you want to be with him?"
The sight of Scott's stare made Carah tremble. She began to feel sorrowful though, sorrow could not shift the shape of how she felt towards William Dolley. Nothing could.
As hard as it was for Carah to choke out the words, they all came out as smooth as butter, "Yes, I do."
Scott hung his head in defeat, his shoulder-length hair fell over his gloomy face, hiding it from view.
A mixture of anxiety and relief flooded Carah's mood. This was not the time or place she wanted to tell Scott about all this, or if she ever planned on it.
"Home, sweet home," Carah said, faking a perky tone. It didn't help ease the tension.
Carah opened the car door, took a couple of steps away from the car when Scott let out, "I'll gather up all your stuff at my place and return them to you tomorrow."
"Same," Carah agreed.
"We had a great three year run. I don't regret any of it," he said.
Even though Carah chose William Dolley over Scott Canseco, she could not deny the years she'd spent being with Scott was not fulfilling. She was in love with him, very much so, and he delivered the same back to her, but there was something about Will that Carah loved, admired, wanted. Something she also could not deny.
"Nor do I." Carah replied.
One soul was not meant to be possessed by two poles, tugging each to it's direction. A single heart does not bind naturally to dual sides without snagging one end. A solo can multiply into a duo when it comes to affection, but cannot times into a trio.
