Hype - Pursuing Carrie

PURSUING
CARRIE

Jenn Hype

Pursuing Carrie

Copyright 2016 by All The Hype, Ltd.

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Smashwords Edition March 2016

For some other people

Just because

Carrie
Present Day

Bitch doesnt belong here if she cant understandwhy Gerard is so important to me!

Joes date had just stormed out of myapartment, and I was honestly a little surprised she did it withall of her hair in tact with how angry Stacy was. She didnt escapeunscathed, though. Blondie McBigBoobs would have a dildo shapedbruise on her face for a few days.

Stacy, I said calmly, placing a hand onher shoulder. When I had her full attention, I spoke slowly to makesure she understood. If you ever get in my cabinet and steal oneof my dildos again, I will stab your tit while you sleep.Furthermore, you will be replacing both dildos - the one you took,and the one you just threw at Joes girlfriend.

Shes not my girlfriend, Joe chimed in. Iwas tempted to turn around just so he could see me roll my eyes,but Stacy was facing him and did it for me.

Why do I have to buy you two dildos? Whatswrong with this one? Stacy bent down to pick up the light-up pinkvibrator I hadnt even had a chance to use. She pressed the powerbutton and it started twisting and turning, which now that I reallylooked at it, seemed like it might actually kinda hurt.

I made a disgusted face at her when shetried to hand it to me. Im not sticking that in my bat cave whenits been manhandled by someone elses hands, hit Joes skankgirlfriend - who probably has a long list of STDs - in the face,and then rolled around on my floor.

Shes not my girl

Make Joe replace it! Hes the one whobrought his slut girlfriend without telling anyone. I wouldnt havehad to throw it at her if she wasnt such a dumb twat, so really,its all Joes fault.

Everyone, myself included, turned to look atJoe who was standing with his hands up in the air and his mouthgaping open. Hey, dont blame Stacys unique brand of crazy on me.No one deserves to have a dildo thrown at them, so thats onStacy.

A bright pink blur flew past the side of myhead and landed squarely in the middle of Joes face. Fuck,Stacy! Joes hands flew to his face, covering his nose andmuffling his voice. What the hell did you do that for!?

Because youre wrong. Some people dodeserve to have dildos thrown at them. At this moment, you were oneof them. Seeing as how I had a dildo handy, I figured it prudent tochuck it at your dumbass face.

Stacy stormed out of my apartment, Chad hoton her heels. It wasnt uncharacteristic of her to getridiculously, over-the-top dramatic about things, but she actuallyseemed mad. When five minutes passed and neither of them returned,the silence in my apartment grew quiet. None of us understood whathad just happened, and we were all a little too stunned tospeak.

Can somebody get me some fucking ice for mynose or something?!

I hopped into action, grabbing a bag offrozen peas from my freezer. It had been in there God knows howlong, but I didnt think it mattered if vegetables were expiredwhen it came to icing an injury so I handed them over. Joe wincedwhen the bag touched his face, and I winced right along with himwhen I saw the swelling at the bridge of his nose.

Well, Id love to stick around and enduresome more weird shit, but I think Adalyn and I are going to headout. My brother, Ian, leaned down to give me a quick kiss on thecheek before slipping his arm around Adalyns waist. Thanks fordinner, sis. Our place next time.

They tossed out quick goodbyes to Joe, whichhe returned with a grunt. Once the door was closed behind them Iplopped down right next to Joe.

Suck it up, buttercup. Youre a cop. Ithink you can handle a little bump on your nose.

Joe glared at me over the bag of peas stillpressed firmly against his face. I didnt even try not to laugh,because that shit was funny.

Okay, pretty boy. Let me take a look. Helet out a low, annoyed growl, but I just rolled my eyes and pulledthe peas away. The swelling is already going down. I doubt youllhave much more than a little bruising. I lightly brushed myfingertip across his nose, pulling away when he winced.Sorry.

Its fine. My pride is hurt more than myface. Ive had a lot of injuries in my life, even some prettystrange ones, but this has to be the most embarrassing one. Theguys at the station are going to give me so much shit aboutthis.

So dont tell them, I offer with a shrug.Its ridiculous advice really. Knowing Stacy, shes already sentout a group text from Chads phone with a detailed review of whathappened. We both laugh spontaneously, undoubtedly thinking thesame exact thing. Once the laughing dies off, a comfortable silencespreads between us.

Ironically enough, being comfortablearound him makes me uncomfortable. Every interaction between us upto that point had been laced with tension, which ended with usfighting or kissing.

Shit.

Thinking about the last time we kissed whilehes sitting inches away from me on my couch was a horrible idea. Ididnt know if the change in the atmosphere was all in my head, orif Joe noticed the room suddenly heat up and the air thicken to anunbearable point. Really, I had no clue what was going on in hishead, and I was too chickenshit to look at him to find out.

I stood up, needing to put space between us,trying to figure out a polite way to get him the hell out of myapartment so I could breath again. Being polite wasnt my forte,and I needed something to do while I came up with a strategy to gethim out without coming across as a bitch, so I headed to thekitchen to start picking up.

Leaving the room silently was probablyweird, but I couldnt not be weird right then if my life dependedon it, so I focused on gathering all the plates on the table. Ididnt even notice Joe had walked in until I heard the kitchenfaucet turn on. It startled me so much that I dropped a plate. Idropped down to my knees and started picking up the piecesscattered all over the floor, but Id only managed to grab a couplebefore I went airborne.

What the hell are you doing? Put medown!

Joe had me gripped under my arms from mybehind as he walked a few steps before plopping me down on achair.

You made dinner, Ill get the mess. Youhave a dress on, you dont need to be on your knees picking upsharp pieces of porcelain.

He was being all police man-y with hisbrusque tone and puffed out chest. It had me equal partsintimidated and turned on, my body completely on edge the entiretime I watched him grab a clean wine glass from a cabinet and fillit with Moscato. I downed it in one drink and swiped my upper lipwith my hand in the most un-ladylike fashion imaginable. Joequickly refilled it, and I took an appropriate sip that time.

Once he accepted that I wasnt going toargue or throw something at him, he checked a few places beforeopening the door to my utility closet and pulling out a broom anddustpan. I sat quietly while he searched for soap and other things,never once asking me where to find something. The need to just getup and do everything myself had me twitching in my seat, but everytime he opened a cabinet he looked over at me, like he was justwaiting for me to react.