A Date With Carter
Carter's face splits into a giant eerie smile that somehow fits on his face. "I've been watching you for years now, Y/N, planning the perfect date for you. I know exactly what you like, exactly what time you go to bed, exactly–"
"Exactly HOW?" Honestly, you should've expected something like this. He opens his mouth to reply, but you hold up a hand.
"Nope. Nuh-uh. This is the end of our date." You stand and dump your coffee on him. "So you're a pervert, a stalker, and a creepy weirdo? Wonderful. Yeah no. Seeya." You start to head out of the cafe, but Carter grabs your wrist.
"Please, Y/N. Let's just have one–" You punch him in the face.
"Leave me alone, you creepy jerk!"
Before he can react, you drive home, pack your closest belongings, and leave to your parents' house after calling the government about him. Hopefully you'll never see him again.
"Exactly HOW?" Honestly, you should've expected something like this. He opens his mouth to reply, but you hold up a hand.
"Nope. Nuh-uh. This is the end of our date." You stand and dump your coffee on him. "So you're a pervert, a stalker, and a creepy weirdo? Wonderful. Yeah no. Seeya." You start to head out of the cafe, but Carter grabs your wrist.
"Please, Y/N. Let's just have one–" You punch him in the face.
"Leave me alone, you creepy jerk!"
Before he can react, you drive home, pack your closest belongings, and leave to your parents' house after calling the government about him. Hopefully you'll never see him again.
