Carter Kane was so in trouble.
This wasn't even the worst thing he'd done. But it was pretty close, he guessed—one choice that he made that could seriously bring his and his sister's relationship to an end.
He promised himself it wasn't his fault, that he didn't do it, that it was totally accidental. Of course that wasn't true, but Carter liked telling himself lies anyways so he would feel better about himself.
Sadie wasn't to find out. No, no, no she could not and would not hear about what was going on. In a worse case scenario, it was possible she would, and so Carter set up multiple defenses in case something like that happened. But he was sure she wouldn't.
He was on his way to the library. Normal day. Normal routine. Nothing wrong with stopping there, right?
Carter didn't pass many people on the way there but he felt as if everyone was watching him. God, he felt so self-conscious and morally wrong about everything that happened—how, how, could Sadie ever forgive him?
He let those feelings bubble up under the surface. He didn't care when they would reach the top, the tip of the iceberg, whatever, he just wanted to get rid of this nasty feeling of guilt.
So he walked.
In the library, everyone was quiet as usual. No sounds, no typing on the keyboard, nothing. Just the way he liked it.
It was only inevitable he showed up.
Carter could literally feel his presence, it was like having death pierce your skin. Pretty weird, actually. But he didn't mind. He was there, and Carter would so have a word with him, so get mad at him and yell and cause a scene and do everything in his power to get revenge-
"Hey."
Oh. Yeah, they were in the library. Carter looked up from the book he was not reading and then looked back down again, ready to throw up. Ugh. He hated this icky feeling.
"Uh, hi," he responded, the words bunching up in his mouth, the lump already swelling inside his throat, making him choke up.
"You look really lonely, sitting like that,"
Shoot. Here comes the flirting. You know, the sentences that make Carter want to squirm in his seat and damn the world to hell?
The other boy continued. "Could I sit next to you?"
Like a storm, creative curses filled Carter's mind. Most of them had to do with the F word.
"Yeah, sure, why not," he responded, nonchalantly. In reality he was a mess inside. As to be expected.
Briskly, he sat down, dangerously close to Carter. You've gotta be kidding me, he thought.
Almost as if on cue, the boy held his face in his hand, propping up his elbow on the table. He watched intently as Carter skimmed over meaningless words in the book under him. Carter hoped no one could see his face, mostly because he was a blushing hot mess.
Finally, after an extended period of silence, Carter got up from his seat. The boy merely sat neutral as if nothing was wrong.
"We need to talk," Carter said, grabbing his leather satchel he carried too many books in. He slung it over his shoulders. The other boy seemed happy, complying and following Carter to somewhere.
Turned out they were going to the restroom. No one was there, which Carter was so ever thankful for, except for some old lady who raised her eyebrows when she saw Carter and another boy enter the men's restroom. Whatever. He wouldn't remember her a week from now and he was sure she wouldn't remember him.
Carter slammed the door behind both of them. He locked it, shutting it tightly, hoping nobody would knock or hear anything from inside.
The other boy stammered. "Are—are we—"
"No,"
"Oh."
He continued. "Then why'd you bring me here?"
After that sentence Carter couldn't take it anymore. He let the rage flow out of him and he pushed the boy against the wall, forcing him so hard against it that he almost broke his wrist.
"We cannot do this anymore," Carter hissed, pure anger revolving around him. "I—can't—do this anymore, Anubis."
To his surprise, and a little bit of satisfaction, Anubis kissed him. Jeez, after all that and he kissed him? No backlash, nothing? Not even a squeak?
But it wasn't like Carter cared. He was a filthy animal anyways, plagued by guilt. He was too deep in to crawl out now.
Limbs were everywhere. Shakily, Carter wrapped an arm around Anubis' waist and in return Anubis snaked his hand up his neck, into Carter's curly hair and gripped it tight.
What a disgusting bunch they were.
Carter kissed Anubis so hard he felt his head get dizzy. He kissed, and kissed, and kissed until he was out of breath and blue in the face. And God, it felt good. To be like this.
Shortly after, they exited the restroom, hair sticking up in strange directions and clothes put on the wrong way.
The old lady saw them and she smiled as they walked past her.