Her eyes were slightly blurred as she tried to focus on the teacher's instructions. The chemistry project due date was soon approaching, but she had yet to even lay an eye on the pages of her work.
Once the bell rang, the class scattered out of the room and into the already crowded hallway of the high school. She grasped at the straps of her backpack and headed for the lunch area where she knew her friends would do anything to get a smile on her face.
She groaned loudly, screeching the chair across the lunchroom floor and setting herself down in the seat, making herself known, "What a load of shit. I think I'm going to drop out, and that's not a joke this time."
Nessa looked up, one eyebrow raised as they took another bite of their shitty school mashed potatoes, "Hello to you too, Charlotte."
Charlotte caught a look of pure hatred on her other friends' face, Tia's mouth in a noticeable grimace.
"Can I have your milk?"
Tia nearly threw it at the girl's head.
The lunchroom suddenly went quiet as a group of fairly attractive juniors walked through the doors, bags hanging over their shoulders and an uninterested glint in their eyes. That didn't stop the others in the school to look on and mutter from a distance.
They were untouchable, nobody knew them outside of their group and nobody had the balls to get to know them anyway. It made the school uneasy. It made the school intrigued. That's why Conway High School turned into a Mean Girls knockoff, because of four people who didn't give a shit.
Tia grumbled, fork still stuck in her mouth, "God, I fucking hate this school."
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Most times, Charlotte would stay up on a school night, but the week had been particularly stressful. She wanted to stay away from her backpack and binders so she wouldn't be reminded of the horrors within them.
A buzz came from her phone, making her jump slightly. Charlotte read the text to herself as her eyes began to widen.
I saw you today.
Considering herself speechless, Charlotte almost exited out of the message completely. This seemed like a stalker showing their colors.
Instead — taking her years and years of stranger danger reminders and throwing them out the window — she began to reply.
- who are you?
Her breath hitched at the fast pace of the responses, brows furrowing further.
That's not very important.
- it's important to know if you're a creep or not.
Charlotte scoffed slightly before another notification popped up on her phone. Luckily it was someone she was familiar with.
what are you doing rn??
- nessa, you obviously know i'm not doing work
idc about that what are you doing?
Weird. Charlotte paused her texting before continuing.
- someone texted me, i think they must be a creep.
then don't talk to them anymore unless if you wanna be kidnapped.
Charlotte groaned, deciding the homework would do some good to get her mind off of the weird messages suddenly piling in.
Shortly finishing her chemistry work, Charlotte yawned and settled in for bed. Her lamp switched off and she snuggled into the warm sheets. Eyes closing, she drifted off into nothingness.
That was before another text came through.
You don't know me, and you probably shouldn't.
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