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A/N: 14.04.19

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The next day, I came to school with terrible bags under my eyes. I could hardly sleep last night, not after having committed such a big crime yesterday. But I didn't know if I was more guilty about the fact that I ditched detention or that I didn't actually regret making that decision.

I had so much fun, just laughing and playing around without having to stress about my tests, my grades, my parents...

And I couldn't forget Killian's beautiful smile and laugh that stuck in my head all night long. It was contagious, and I didn't mean it in a bad way.

I'm not making fun of you, I just can't believe how cute you are.

I let out a groan as his voice echoed in my mind for the hundredth time, banging my forehead against the table. Some students in the library hushed me and I looked up, sheepishly whispering "sorry", forgetting that I was in a library in the first place. Eshe looked towards me, raising her brow.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I murmured. I also felt guilty for not having told her about the bet nor the fact that I ditched.

"You've been nibbling on your lower lip and staring at a blank piece of paper for the past thirty minutes, so obviously something's on your mind," she frowned. "Are you still bummed about getting detention?"

"I um, yeah," I lied.

Her face suddenly hardened. "Is Killian bullying you? He's bullying you, isn't he?"

"N-N-No, he's not, he really isn't," I quickly stuttered. I then changed the subject, "Can you help me finish this equation?"

Eshe pursed her lips but decided to let it slide, scooting her chair closer to mine as she leaned in to look at my notes.

I wonder why my heart isn't beating as quickly as it did when Killian was this close to me. Maybe I was just nervous since I didn't know him that well. Yeah, that's probably why.

"Carter?"

"Mhm?" I said, quickly snapping out of my thoughts.

"Carter," she smiled. But within a second, that smiled vanished as she pulled out the packet of cigarettes that I forgot to take out from my pocket. "WHAT IS THIS?!"

"Shhhh," hushed the other students.

"Oh don't you hush me," she snapped back, making them scowl.

"H-H-How did you know?" I stuttered in shock.

"I felt a lump in your jacket pocket, how could I not!"

"I can explain," I said, but Eshe was seconds away from bursting into flames.

"ARE YOU-"

I quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the library before we got kicked out. The furious look in her eyes made my body stiffen in fright.

"Eshe, it's not what you think," I murmured in a small voice.

"Oh really? Because it sure does look like what I think it looks like," she hissed.

"I don't smoke," I argued. Well, apart from inhaling into a cigarette once, but that was it! "They aren't mine."

"Oh gee, then I guess it's the tooth fairy's," she snorted. "Carter-"

"It's Killian's," I blurted. The anger on her face slowly turned into confusion as she blinked.

"What?"

I shifted my gaze to the side, fiddling with my sleeves that went past my wrists. I couldn't tell her about the bet just yet, she and Alix would freak out, and she might even tell my parents.a

"After detention he left in a hurry and dropped his packet of cigarettes. I just so happened to pick them up, but I'll give them back to him, I really will."

Eshe crossed her arms over her chest and studied my face. She then let out a small sigh. "Then these really aren't yours?"

I quickly shook my head.

"And you don't smoke?"

I shook my head again.

"Honestly," she murmured, letting her arms drop to her sides. "You almost gave me a heart-attack Carty, you know how bad smoking is for you."

"I know," I said sheepishly. I looked down towards the packet of cigarettes that were still in her hand and remembered how Killian asked me to take care of his babies. "But can I have them back? I need to return them to Killian."

She was about to give them back but I reached out for them, she pulled away. "I don't trust that guy."

"Alix said the same thing," I chuckled half-heartedly.

"He's just different from us."

My brows slowly drew together. "Different?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "We're the good kids, the nerds of the school," she explained. "Toxic people like him are just a bad influence, you'll just end up getting hurt. Don't you remember how Luke used to treat you?" I frowned as she brought up how I used to be bullied just like Alix did. "Well Killian's no better, and if you get too close to him, he'll do the same thing as all those other guys who used to pick on you."

"That's not true," I murmured in a faint voice.

"I don't know what goes on between the two of you in detention, but if he's acting all friendly, it's probably just to take advantage of you since you're nice. Too nice," she said. "I mean, what other reason would someone as popular as him try to talk to you?"

I flinched as her words sunk into my chest, a heavy feeling weighing over it. I wanted to argue with her, tell her that Killian was different, that he wasn't like Luke or the other popular kids, but was he really?

"Just don't forget who you are," she said, giving my shoulder a small squeeze before returning back to the library.

Right, I was Carter Jones, the good boy who stayed away from the bad. That was the way things were, and that was the way things were going to be.

...Or were they?

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I was in detention, anxiously fiddling with my pen as I constantly glanced towards my watch. The minute hand hit 30 and I looked up towards the door but frowned as no one came in.

He'd usually be here by now. No, maybe he's just a few minutes late.

But as time passed, Killian never came. Detention felt empty without him, and I didn't even get to study that much since I was constantly glancing towards my watch and the door in hopes that he'd come.

I went home feeling disappointed and sad that Killian never showed up.

After washing up, I had dinner with my parents. It was the same boring conversation and questions. I went up to my room before finishing my plate as usual. But for some reason, everything felt more monotonous than they usually did, more empty.

I sat at my desk and started to study, but my phone started to ring. My eyes brightened, wanting to talk to Alix since he always knew how to cheer me up, but my brows furrowed as I saw that it was from an unknown caller.

I knew right away that it was Killian.

As much as I wanted to pick up and ask him why he wasn't in detention, I decided that it was best if I didn't answer. I wasn't allowed to call anyone after school and only picked up when it was Alix. Besides, I still didn't know how to feel about him after what Eshe said, so I turned my phone to silence mode and continued to study.

The next day, Killian didn't show up for detention either.

And that's when I really started to get worried, wondering if something bad had happened.

Maybe I should have answered his phone call last night.

After dinner, I sat on my bed and started to read a book but couldn't seem to concentrate. I was reading the words but my mind wasn't processing anything, so I had to constantly flip back and re-read the pages. I sighed in frustration, giving up and tilting my head back.

Why was I like this? Why was the only thing that I could think about was Killian?

I looked towards Kiwi (yes, I named my new teddy bear Kiwi because it made me think of Killian), and sat him on my lap, staring into his beady black eyes.

"What do you think that I should do?" I murmured. "Do you think that Killian is a bad guy? That I should stay away from him?"

I poked Kiwi's furry little belly.

If he really was only being friendly to take advantage of me, then would he really dumped the plate of spaghetti on Desiree? Would he have paid for the arcades and ask nothing in return? Would he have given me to you?

"But everyone close to me keeps telling me that he's a bad influence and that I should stay away from him," I murmures.

What about you? What do you think that you should do?

"I don't know, I just know that being around him makes me feel kind of happy," I whispered. "The way he acts without a care in the world, how he smiles and laughs like there's no tomorrow, I've never met someone like that before. And... I admire that about him because it's something that I'm too scared to do. He can't be a bad person, right?"

I stared at Kiwi who just sat there and leaned my head back against the wall with a groan.

What in the world am I doing, talking to a stuffed animal? I must be going crazy.

I threw Kiwi aside in frustration and sat there for a few seconds. I pursed my lips, quickly crawling out of bed and picking Kiwi up, hugging him tight against my chest.

"I'm sorry Kiwi, I didn't mean to hurt you," I murmured, patting his soft head to make sure that he was okay before rolling back into bed.

Yeah, I must really be going crazy.

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A/N: What do you guys think of Killian and Carter? Do you guys think that Killian's a bad influence or that he might actually bring some good into Carter's life?