Strings Of Harmony

♫30♫ Sterling's POV: How Long Has This Been Going On?

Chapter Thirty

Sterling’s POV

How Long Has This Been Going On?

“No way!” I said, as I flung open the door of our hotel room and saw Carson there, fully in a lip lock with some redhead.

Even though it was just your typical kiss (no groping involved), I still shuddered in disgust.

As if noticing my presence, the two lovebirds broke apart and then looked at me, flustered.

“Could you guys please do that in a more secluded area?” I said, a bit irritatingly. “I was trying to get some sleep here until I heard some sort of commotion outside.”

“I’ll see you later,” Carson said, to the girl, as she shyly (and embarrassingly) waved ‘goodbye’ to him.

“Are you two dating?” I asked, suspiciously. Last time I recalled, I didn’t remember seeing him hang out with any girl besides Juliet and her friends.

Carson shrugged. “I don’t know. Juliet just introduced her to me today.”

“Wow, this must be some sort of a record for you.” I glared at him. “Since when did you become the type of guy who would randomly lock lips with a girl whom you’ve barely known for a full day? That’s like something only Erving would do.”

“Hey! I don’t act like that all the time!” I heard Erving call out, from the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes. “Sure, keep telling yourself that Erving, the guy who has had over…oh I don’t know; thirty hook-ups?”

Erving came out of the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth, and glared at me.

I smirked at him. “What, Erving? I know, the truth hurts, but you’ve gotta admit, that’s how many hook-ups you’ve had; give or take.”

“Who I kiss is none of your business. Why not you go and worry about that girlfriend of yours?” Carson said, through clenched teeth.

“Carson, what’s gotten into you?” I asked, looking worriedly at him. “You haven’t been your ordinary self…at least, not before the meet-and-greet party had started.”

“Nothing,” he growled. He flung himself down onto his bed and then pretended to sleep.

“Carson…” I pressed. I sat down beside him on the bed. “What’s made you so unhappy?”

“Nothing!” he snapped, as he sat up in the bed. “Why do you keep insisting something’s happened?”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Who?”

“The girl whom you were just kissing.”

“Jennifer?”

“Yes her, who else?”

Carson hesitated for a moment before saying, “No, but she likes me and I like her; there’s a possibility that it’ll happen. It’s refreshing to like someone who likes me and not someone who irritates me to no end and then leaves you heartbroken in the park!” Towards the end of the sentence, he sounded a bit pained, but that could’ve been my imagination.

Since when did someone leave him heartbroken in a park?

“Are you alright, Carson?” I asked again.

“I’m perfectly fine.”

“Is it possible to like someone in less than twenty-four hours?” I asked, looking disbelievingly at him.