Freeing Carter

Kira is always gorgeous. Tonight, I realize she's the most beautiful girl in the world.

Her hair is straight, but tied up in some kind of ball. Little wispy multi-color ribbons blend in, hanging down. I love her hair down, but up like this, it shows me her neck. Her very nice neck. I like necks.

Her dress reaches right above her knees, showing me her legs. I like legs.

The straps are thin, I don't know what they're called, but they show me her collarbone, shoulders. Lots of creamy brown skin. I like skin.

Even though the bottom of her dress flares out, the top is tight. Not too tight, but hugging her curves, her breasts. I like curves and breasts.

Her dress is kind of silky, and colorful, just like her. All the bright colors from her ribbons are in the dress, too. I like it. I like her.

"Fancy seeing you here, Coach." Her teeth are so white. My porch light glints off the tiny diamond in her nose. I take in her cheekbones again. Everything about her I want to study. To know in a way that I can never forget it.

My brain knows I should reply, but I can't. I just can't stop staring.

Lana leans toward her and says, "I think he likes it."

Her words pull me out of my Kira-trance. Lana ducks under my arm, either joining my mom behind me or ru

A dusting of red highlights her cheeks and travels south. "You're not so bad yourself."

***

"I hope that's okay. I thought you'd like it better than roses or something like that." I wanted to give her a corsage that was different like her, so I'm hoping the Lily isn't too...big. Travis stood in the florist with me for an hour. And he totally gave me crap about it a couple times too, but it's been worth it. "I didn't realize it would be so..."

"Perfect," she says. Before clapping her hands together which I've noticed is always what she does when she gets an idea. "Okay! This is what we're going to do tonight. Let's make a deal that we'll just have fun. Not that I don't always have fun with you, but tonight is 'Happy Kira and Carter night'. What do you think?"

I'm pretty sure it sounds incredible. "Deal. Just one question, though—"

"Carter!"

"Just one. I swear. I just want to know...did you decide if you're going? To LA?"

Kira shakes her head. "No, I didn't decide, now shh. Happy Kira and Carter night."

"Happy Kira and Carter night," I echo after her.

"So, what do you know about the girl Travis is going with?" Kira plays with one of the colored ribbons in her hair. I get out of the car, and run around to open her door before answering.

"Not much. She doesn't go to our school. He met her at a party or something like that." I lock my fingers together with hers. "And I know she isn't as beautiful as you."

Kira's eyes dart to the ground, before she recovers, giving me one of her sassy looks. "I thought you haven't seen her before, Coach."

"I haven't." And then, before I look like more of an idiot by getting even sappier, I lead her toward the restaurant. We picked a little Italian place. The lights are dim when we walk in, those red and white checkered table cloths that I thought they only use in movies are lying across each table. There are candles at each one, which I hope will be bright enough to let the light glitter off her nose ring because...well, because it's sexy.

"What's up?" Travis waves his hand at us from the table. I hold in my laugh. Loser. He went with a tie. The girl sitting next to him is Asian. She's tiny. Like practically microscopic. She's pretty, though.

"Hey," I say when we get to the table, then pull Kira's chair out for her. I take the seat next to her.

"Carter, Kira, this is Patrice. Patrice, Kira and Carter. Wow... I never said your names together before. They even start with the same sound. How cute!" Travis teases. I roll my eyes at my best friend.

We launch into conversation, Travis and I jumping into basketball talk and how much we rock. Patrice looks a little lost in the conversation. Apparently Travis hasn't filled her in too much on his life.

"You can come with me to their next home game if you want," Kira offers and my eyes shoot to Travis. Hopefully he's pla

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"Travis seems different lately. Like he's upset or something." Kira latches her seat belt.

"Yeah." She's right. It's because of his parents though. Not like I can give him shit for having trouble dealing with his parents' split. "He's going through a lot right now."

"You should spend more time with him. Might help."

My heart starts beating really fast all of a sudden. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"

Kira laughs. "No way, Coach, but he's your best friend. He needs you. We're always together. Aren't guys supposed to be all 'bros before hos' or something like that?"

"You're not a ho. You're..." What is she? Okay, stupid question, but it kind of hits me all of a sudden. I know Kira's different. That I like her in a way I've never liked another girl. She's gorgeous and fu

She laughs again. "You're...awesome too."

"I know." I squeeze her hand when I say it, and then let go so I can pull into the parking lot. Saved by her declaration of my awesomeness.

The gym is dark except for the strobe lights and other colored lights they have hanging all over the place. There's a deejay in the corner, playing some mix of Britney Spears or some crap like that. We look around for Travis and Patrice, but don't see them, so I take a seat at one of the tables.

"Dance with me!" Kira calls over the music.

I look around, the image of her dancing at the party fills my brain until it's all I see. Until the image of me trying to dance jerks into my head and fantasy-Kira trips over my feet as I try to dance with her. "It's not a slow song..."

"Good observation." I'm sitting on top of the table, and Kira comes forward and steps between my legs, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Don't tell me you can't dance."

"Oh, no. I can dance." I lean forward and nuzzle her neck. "Just not well," I whisper against her skin. Kira shivers. Shivers! Goosebumps slide down her skin and I want to kiss every single little bump on her.

"That's a tragedy." I'm still kissing her while she speaks and it's making her voice all raspy. Totally hot.

"Not if we get to do this instead," I reply.

"Hey! Break it up before I have to give you two detentions!"

Kira looks up at the sound of Travis's voice, forcing me to pull my lips away from her neck.

"You suck." I notice his eyes are a little red and glossy. I cock my head to the side, studying him.

"Patrice? Do you dance? My boyfriend won't dance with me." Kira's completely out of my arms as she talks to Travis's date.

Patrice confirms and the next thing I know, Kira's kissing me goodbye and walking away to go dance with Patrice. Travis falls next to me, onto the table. The second he does, I get an all too familiar whiff of alcohol. It shouldn't be a big deal. It really shouldn't. Travis has always drunk. Not all the time, but he parties once in a while like everyone else. He's smart about it and I've never know him to drink before coming onto school grounds before. It's not like either of us never break rules or anything, but the school is strict on this. If he gets caught, he's off the team. He'll probably get kicked out of school his senior year.