Chapter 14

Finn's POV

I was facedown against my pillow. My back hurt and I could feel somebody watching me.

I turned my head and blinked a couple of times to see a blonde woman lying next to me completely naked. She smiled at me, a slow seductive smile. It did nothing for me.

"Victoria?" I asked dumbfounded. I didn't remember anything from the previous night.

"Morning handsome," she said, leaning over and kissing the edge of my mouth teasingly. "Now, I have to go, I've got a plane to catch back to New York, but..." She got off the bed, standing in front of me, so I got a full view of her assets. "I had fun last night and I shall be looking forward to next time," she said putting on her underwear.

I was confused, did we? But I didn't remember and I never would have agreed...

"What happened last night?" I asked her confused as I ran my hand through my bed hair.

She giggled, "Well, let's just say we had a bit of fun last night. The broken bed frame and your back are proof of that," she started putting on the rest of her clothes whilst I stared at chunks of wooden bed frame on the floor. And it explained why my back hurt; I had deep scratches covering the length of my back from where her fingernails had dug into me.

"Say hello to Clarissa for me," Victoria said, now fully clothed and leaning against the doorframe of my now half opened door. "She seemed rather upset, when she saw us together..."

She winked at me and left the room, closing the door behind her.

The memories from last night came flooding back to me as soon as she had left the room. The touching. The kissing. The words. Carrie. Carrie.

I fell back onto the bed, rubbing my face trying to make sense of what I had just done. Carrie had heard every word Victoria had said about her. And she had seen me kiss her. Kiss her straight after I didn't defend the girl I loved. Shit didn't even cover it.

Carrie's POV

I stared at the sunlight hitting the wood of the wardrobe, the small specks of dust dancing around in the light. I rolled over so my head facing the ceiling. I had spent the majority of the night tossing and turning, not being able to get to sleep. The words kept running through my head and I couldn't stop them.

I sighed and got out of bed. I put on my bath robe and went downstairs to eat my weight in waffles to cheer me up.

Shane and Claire were leaning against the stove drinking coffee. I sat down at the table and put my head on the table.

"Waffles. I want waffles," I said before they could question my breakdown last night.

"Waffles it is then," said Shane. I heard the fridge open then close and then the mixing of batter. The chair in front me scraped against the kitchen floor. I didn't look up.

"How's the idea of school sound to you Carrie?" Shane said out of the blue.

My head shot up. Claire was sitting in front of me and Shane was carefully watching me from the stove, pancake batter on the worktop beside him.

"As in high school?" I clarified.

"Yes..." he said, his voice trailing off.

I frowned. I've never been to school before, and from what movies showed American high school looked like the worst of them all. Being shoved in lockers and eating my lunch in the bathroom didn't particularly appeal to me.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," said Claire after seeing the expression on my face.

But the movies weren't real; they were created to entertain you. I mean, Morganville probably didn't have a basket ball team that burst out into song and they probably didn't have their own set of plastics.

"I might as well try it... I mean, it can't be that bad right?" I asked her, my voice still unsure.

She looked surprised that I'd changed my mind, "Course it isn't," she said, convincingly as she could. Well, this was going to suck.

Later on that day...

Claire and Shane hadn't spoken about my meltdown yesterday night, I could tell they both wanted to question me, but they didn't and I respected that.

"Morganville High want an interview," said Shane sitting down in the armchair.

Me and Claire were watching a re-run episode of Friends on the couch. We looked up.

"Already?" I asked. I didn't expect an interview that fast, in fact I was hoping that they had a very long list, meaning that I wouldn't have to endure the pain of high school anytime soon.

"Yup, they asked whether you could be there in an hour and a half..." he said, glancing in my direction throwing a baseball in the air and catching it.

"An hour and a half?!" I exclaimed. My eyes grew wide, shit. This was the time to panic. I was going to get thrown out of that school straight after the interview.

"Hey it's okay, it's only an interview. You'll get in easy," Claire said trying to reassure me.

It wasn't the interview part that scared me; they were going to find out how much of an idiot I am.

I sighed and went upstairs to sulk for an hour and a half.

Shane's POV

What Carrie said yesterday still bugged me. I couldn't believe she said all those things about herself, I tried to comfort her, make her feel better, but I don't think it worked. Maybe high school would take her mind of it, give her a chance to do something normal. I know, high school is a hell hole, I hated the short amount of time I spent there, but you never know, Carrie might like it...

"Carrie! Come on, you're going to be late!" I called up the stairs.

"Do I have to go?" she grumbled as she came down the stairs.

"Yes, now come on," I said getting the car keys.

She glared at the floor as she put on her Converses.

"You'll be fine, go on," said Claire coming out of the kitchen, hugging her as Carrie followed me out of the door.

Carrie didn't look so enthusiastic; she glared through the window until I stopped the car in front of the school gates.

She sighed, "Might as well get this over and done with," she said opening the passenger door.

"Want me to come with you?" I asked.

"No, it's fine," but she sounded like she regretted it as soon as she said it. "Thanks though," she hesitated before hugging me.

I was surprised, I didn't expect that, but I put my arms around her and told her the interview would be great. She smiled at me and got out of the car, giving me a small wave from the gates before disappearing in the school.

I sighed. Why did they have to grow up so fast?

Claire's POV

Shane had just taken Carrie out for her interview. It gave me a bit of time that I needed. I quickly switched my phone on and skimmed though my contacts; ignoring the beeping of messages and notifications I had missed.

I found the right number and pressed call. I waiting anxiously as it started ringing, tapping the heel of my shoe against the floor.

It went straight to voicemail. It was typical of him, he never answered his phone. I sighed in frustration and tried again. Straight to voicemail.

I heard the front door open, Shane must be back. Shit, that didn't give me nearly enough time. I quickly switched the phone off and put it back in my pocket. I walked over to Shane who had just walked through the front door before wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling his lips against mine.

Carrie's off to the Morganville High interview, but how will it go...?

Finn's suffering the aftermath of last night's events and Claire? Well, what's she up to? And who is the 'he' that had his phone switched off?

Did she have a boyfriend whilst she was in New York, that she forgot to mention? What if she even had a husband and kids?

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