A Bad Boy Influence

7. Avoiding Him

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Chapter Seven: Avoiding Him.

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The next day, I get out of bed and change into some black leggings and an oversized grey hoodie. I tie my hair up messily in a bun, and don't bother with makeup. I didn't sleep very much last night, and I realised that I do consider him a friend, a friend I don't want to lose, not yet.

It's ridiculous, I know. I hardly know him, and he's popular, he's a bad boy, he's a player. He'll never like me even as a friend. I sigh, slipping on some plimsoles and walking downstairs. The bruise is just along my jaw, with a large cut across the middle, but I don't bother to hide it. No one's too bothered anyway. I leave the house and head to school.

I go early to first lesson, so I don't have to talk to anyone. I help the teacher set up instead. First lesson is art, which is good as it's my favourite lesson.

"You can just start your portrait now," The teacher says, and I smile.

"Can I change mine? I want to put a message across with it," I ask.

"How do you mean?" The teacher asks, curiously.

"I want to do a portrait of myself how I see myself, and then do another of how others see me, then a third one on how I would like to be seen," I say, and the teacher smiles.

"Go for it," the teacher smiles, before I sit down at the back of the class and start to draw onto the canvas. I start with the one of how I see myself. I keep the colours quite dark, she write various words around it, like lost, alone, confused, hate, love, curiosity, mystery, and missing. I then paint over the drawing in greys and blacks. I do this quickly, since it's a small canvas. When I've finished this, everyone else starts to come in. I take another canvas, and start my one of how other's see me. I make this one bright and colourful, with reds, oranges, yellows, blues, pinks and greens. I then write words like confidence, outgoing, honest, blunt, interesting, clumsy, friendly and flirty. Then I get onto my last one, how I'd like to be viewed. I paint half of it with the greys and blacks, and the other half colourful. Then I take the words from the first one and put it on the grey side, then take the words from the second one and put them on the colourful side.

Then I carry my canvases over to the drying rack, and leave them to dry. Then I sit quietly at the back of the room, my headphones in my ears. I briefly catch River's eye, but quickly avert my gaze to the window.

My first painting showed that really, I'm lost, alone and confused. Then the second one showed that I seem to be confident, flirty and interesting. And the third one showed that I'd like people to see me as all of these.

Then the bell goes for second lesson, and I head down to the music room. I sit down in the back corner, and the lesson starts.

"I want you to choose any song you like and perform it to the school, at the end of this half term," the music teacher informs us, and everyone is excited. I sigh, as the music teacher lets us spend the lesson looking for a song.

"Charlotte, are you planning on doing any work today?" He music teacher asks, and I look up blankly.

"Okay," I say quietly, and the teacher frowns.

"Just go to detention," the teacher says, and I nod, grabbing stuff and leaving the music room, leaving everyone staring after me in surprise. I walk into the detention room and sit down quietly at the back. I just sit there for the next few lessons, staring out the window. Then the bell for lunch goes, and I leave the detention room. I don't go to the lunch hall, instead, I go outside and sit down on the grass under a willow tree. There are a few more people out here, but not much.

I take get out my sketchbook and start to draw the surroundings. I groan when it goes wrong, and cross it all out, starting again. I eventually give up, and put it all away. I lay back on the grass, and that's when I see River, walking hand in hand with Carly. Clever girl. She did it, she succeeded.

Carly sends a wave at me, a smirk on her face. I shake my head, and Carly smirks. She then spins River round and forcefully presses her lips against his. I roll my eyes, turning my music up. And I know I have a crush on River, I crush I hope disappears.

I lay down on the tall green grass, my music pumping through my ears. And I know what my choices are for the performance in music.

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After school, I walk home and go straight up to my room. I take out my science books to distract myself, and start endless hours of studying.

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She's avoiding me.

I know Charlie's avoiding me, not that I have any idea why. She just suddenly started to avoid me, and I don't know why. I know it must be something big, since although she still looked pretty, she looked a bit of a mess at school. And she got a detention. Whatever is bothering her, it's something big.

I can see her though my window. She's sat with her head leaning over a science book on her bed, her Taylor Swift music blasting out through her speakers. Her face is in concentration mode, and I'm pretty sure she's trying to block out the world.

I roll my eyes at her, before lying down on my bed until morning.

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