Chocolate Eyes (Wonka x Fem! Charlie)

Chapter Eleven - Mike (Surprise!)

I came out of the kitchen, gulping down a Monster energy drink intending to head back to my room to check my eBay account. I had decided not to go to the factory and chose to sell the stupid ticket online. The bidding war was absolutely ridiculous! Why are so many people this interested in going to a dumb chocolate factory? Idiots. Well, at least I'm about to make loads of cash. I smirked.

I had decided that I was going to accept one man's offer of $350,000.00. All I had to do was click the accept button, which I was on my way to do when I heard what my parents were watching...the news and apparently the fifth golden ticket winner had been found.

The camera panned in on a girl around my age sitting in the middle of a large bed that seemed to be shared by four old people. Ew. Old people are gross, but four old people in one bed? That's just disgusting. The girl had her head bent, but then she finally raised her head, and I felt my eyebrows raise. Damn.

I walked over to where my parents were sitting and sat down in between them. I could feel their surprised stares, but I leaned forward, intent on getting a better look at her.

"Are you Charlie Bucket?" One of them yelled.

"Um, yes. I am." She said hesitantly.

"Damn, she's hot!" I muttered to myself.

"Mike!" Ethel tried to admonish me.

"Ethel, calm down and just be happy that he's finally interested in something else besides those video games." Normally, I would snap at the old man for that comment, but I wanted to hear what she would say next.

"Charlie! How on earth did you manage to find the last golden ticket?"

"Well, I was on my way to the library this morning. I wanted to get my mind off of the whole golden ticket situation, but then I heard some people talking and found out that the last ticket had been found. Even though I knew from the beginning that I didn't stand a chance at finding one, I was still extremely sad. I've always admired Mr. Wonka and I had always dreamed of meeting him, not to mention taking a peek inside his factory. Anyway, as I was walking, I found some money in the street. Like I said, I was very upset about the recent news, but I knew that a Wonka Whipple-scrumptious fudgemallow delight would cheer me right up! So, I bought the candy bar and found the golden ticket!" She finished with a bright smile.

I made a sound of disgust from the back of my throat. Why would she want to meet that crazy recluse? The guy has probably been locked inside that factory for so long, he probably wouldn't know how to act around people...especially someone like her.

"Why do you want to meet Mr. Wonka so badly," one of the reporters scoffed. Exactly! Finally, someone who seems to get it.

"Because he brings joy to so many people around the world with his candy. Who wouldn't want to meet a man like that?" I felt a burning feeling in my chest. There are plenty of other men that "bring joy" to people. Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and I've heard that a dude named Mark Zuckerberg was slowly becoming a big deal. Out of all the successful men out there, she wants to meet Willy freaking Wonka.

"Why did you believe that you had no hope of winning this contest?" One shouted.

"Because even though I love Mr. Wonka's candy, I can't afford it. I only get one bar a year for my birthday which was a week ago," She explained.

"How old are you?"

"I just turned sixteen." Sweet! She was just one year younger than me.

"Are you excited about the special prize that only one ticket winner will receive?" I rolled my eyes. Who cares about some dumb prize from some crazy, reclusive, chocolate-obsessed dude?

Charlie shook her head. "I haven't really thought about that, to be honest. I'm just hoping that I'll get to have a full conversation with Mr. Wonka. I don't care about the prize. The tour and the opportunity to meet my idol IS the prize in my eyes." Her idol. I narrowed my eyes. With the way she talks about him, it seems she sees him as more than her idol. I clenched my teeth together and narrowed my eyes. Does she have a crush on this asshole?

"You're a real pretty girl despite your unfortunate circumstances!" Pretty? These idiots must be blind. She's downright gorgeous! She's downright gorgeous and she's going to a factory owned by a man who hasn't seen someone as good looking as her in a long time. A man that she may have a crush on. A man that may try to take advantage of her sweet nature. My hands balled into fists, and I had the urge to punch something...that something being Willy Wonka's face.

"Thanks," she said sarcastically. I raised my eyebrows, my anger momentarily forgotten, and smirked. So, she has claws, eh?

"Do you have a boyfriend?" One more reporter yelled. I tensed at that. Did she?

"No," she answered them. I smiled.

"Heh, he's actually smiling," Ethel said in a weirded-out tone.

"He hasn't done that since he received his first computer at the age of six," dad said back to her in wonder.

Charlie continued, "Right now, I'm trying to maintain my 4.0 GPA so that I can win an academic scholarship and go to college. Between of all the studying and my daydreaming," at this she smiled. "I don't have time to think about boys. Much less date them." Beauty and brains. She just keeps getting hotter and hotter.

"Alright," her dad snapped. I could tell that he was very close to punching the reporter that asked her about her love life. To be honest, if she was my daughter, I probably would have punched the snot out of the guy who asked her if she had a boyfriend. Seriously, what a creep! "That's enough questions! Please leave. Charlie has to get some sleep." He pushed them all out the door, before slamming it in their faces. Well damn. Note to self: never piss of Mr. Bucket.

I didn't say a word to my parents as I got up and headed straight to my room. I could hear them whispering about me, but I paid it no mind. I have a difficult decision to make. I closed my door and headed straight to my computer.

The man's offer was still there. I stared at it for a long time, conflicted. $350k or a girl I have never even met? A gorgeous girl, but still...I could do a lot with $350k!

Suddenly, an unpleasant image filled my head. An old man, forcing himself on Charlie. An image of Charlie's pretty brown eyes overflowing with tears as the old fucker began to rip her clothes off. I growled. It seems my decision has been made. I didn't think twice about hitting the "Reject" button.

I took a deep breath and leaned back in my chair, linking my fingers behind my head as I stared up at the ceiling. This is crazy, but I don't care. I thought back to her interview and how sweet she seemed. Normally, I find girls like her to be annoying. I prefer badass women, like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but there was something about her. Something tells me that there's more to her.

I thought back to herannoyed expression at the backhanded compliment she received. I bet she'sfeisty. I bet she looks sexy when she's angry...My lower half seemed to agreewith that. I groaned, grabbed my towel, and headed into the bathroom for along, hot shower.