February 17
Charlottes POV
I shot him
With a spit ball, of course. Right behind the ear. He turned around groaning in anger. I squealed running away from him.
"Fucking hell Charlie!" He yelled. I let out a cry as he threw a pillow at me causing me to fall with a grunt. "I hate you" he sighed.
"I love you too" I chuckled. "While you two beat each other up there I took the time to cook so can you please just come eat dinner? Then off to bed" dad huffed.
We both nodded obediently before I gave Chris a push before running downstairs.
Sitting down I licked my lips glancing down at the food.
"Thank you, daddy" I grinned kissing his cheek. "You're welcome, Charlie" he grinned. It was some spaghetti and meatballs and some bread on the side.
"Christ, I'm starving" Chris groaned sitting in front of me as our father sat on my left side and Chris' right side.
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It was Monday
I untied my hair from the French braid it was in, falling into waves. Checking over my outfit i carelessly shrugged. Just some ripped boyfriend jeans and a white tanktop with black blazer over it.
Grabbing my bag I headed downstairs Chris was already waiting for me by the door.
"About time" he rolled his eyes. "Shut up" I mumbled opening the door.
The drive to school was short. Maybe 10 minutes or so but we were already late so we had decided to stop by Starbucks.
"I need to use the bathroom, just order and I'll be out in a couple" I said to him as he drove up to the drive-thru. He nodded. "Just hurry" he rushed. As I headed inside my breath was knocked out of my chest as I stared at the two male men in front of me. They were absolutely gorgeous.
The attractive male with black hair had on a brown leather jacket with black skinny jeans and sunglasses in hand. The accompanied brunette having a red sweatshirt with black Adidas sweats.
"Close your mouth darling, you'll catch flies" the black haired man pat my cheek lightly.
I flushed immediately shutting my mouth. He smirked opening the door for me. Thanking him I walked to the line telling Chris I was ordering inside.
As I felt the black haired male a little to close to me I stepped forward a bit.
"Why run away love? I don't bite" he whispered in my ear. My breath hitched as he pressed my back to his chest.
"You smell so.. Pure" he growled. My eyes widened quickly stepping over to the girl that waited impatiently at the cashier.
Ordering the drinks and muffins I awkwardly waited as I felt the male stare at me.
"Charlie?" The girl called. Grabbing the tray I was about to leave but the male grabbed my wrist. "Lovely meeting you Charlie, I'm Zayn" he smirked licking his bottom lip.
"Leave her alone mate" the brown hair boy snapped at his friend. Thank god.
Quickly walking away I basically jogged to Chris' car stepping inside. Chris gave me an uneasy look before driving to school.
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I was seated under a large oak tree. My legs crossed. Starbucks iced coffee in hand and my notebook on my lap laptop on the grass in front of me.
Some pencils scattered around besides me. My eyes snapped up as I felt another presence. Zayn was seating himself in front of me. I unplugged my earphones looking at him.
"Hi, again" he gave me a lazy grin. Returning a small smile I glanced back at my computer screen ignoring him.
"Homework?" He questioned. Nodding along to his question I scribbled down some notes.
"What is it?" He asks. "Er,i have to write an essay on one of my inspirations" he nodded as I explained. "I can help?" He quirked an eyebrow. I smiled but shook my head. "I got it, but thank you"
"So how old are you anyway? 18?" He asked. Shaking my head before answering him. "16" his eyes widened. "Shit, I thought you were older". "I'll be 17 in 3 months if that really matters" I gave a light chuckle.
Pulling my phone out checking the missed message from Chris.
Chris: dad said to be home by 6
Replying I looked back up at Zayn who was already staring at me. "So um, what about you?" I asked taking another sip "25" he answered. My eyes widened as I choked on the liquid.
"What? God, you look so young I thought you were like. 20" I sighed. He laughed. "Thanks" he grinned.
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Teen FictionWARNING: MATURE CONTENT "You're so pure" Charlotte Banks. Basically your 16 year old outcast with a few friends here and there. Struggling to keep up with school Zayn Malik. Your popular 25 year old. With groups of friends. Rich and famous in t...