"Mom, I'm home!" I yelled, hanging up my car keys, "And we have a guest! Please be decent," I mumbled the last part to myself, as I stepped inside my house, Charlotte following closely behind me.
"Hi sweetie!" My mom perked, coming into the hallway from the kitchen, "Who's your friend?"
"Mom, Charlotte, Charlotte, Mom," I said quickly in a manner of introduction, "So, uh, you wanna go get something to eat?" I asked, referring to Charlotte, of course.
"Oh, I just made some lasagna, and there's meatloaf in the fridge if you guys want," Mom perked.
"No, mom, we were planning to go--"
"Oh, thanks Mrs. Richards," Charlotte cut me off, "Lead the way, Hayden."
I frowned, but didn't really argue any further, I was hungry and there was nothing like my mom's meatloaf. I led Charlotte to the kitchen, where we pulled out last night's meatloaf, the lasagna, two bottles of Gatorade, and a huge cookie jar, before loading our haul upstairs to my room.
I know what you're thinking.
How could I bring a complete stranger, who I only met earlier today, home?!
Puh-lease, I'm not marrying her, this is not "Frozen".
Now, I haven't really had many friends, the chances of you having those kinda slips away when, you have several high school drama queens plotting against you, trying to make your life a living hell. So, when Charlotte first said she wanted to hang out with me, I was skeptical. I knew that once the school bells rang and it was time to go inside and meet everyone else, she would drop me like a hot potato and take her rightful place as queen of bitches.
But that didn't happen.
No, instead Charlotte actually stayed with me the entire day, despite my attempts to convince her to, 'leave while there's still hope for you,' or 'go on, save yourself, its too late for me'. Even when, Jessie Regis, came up to her and 'complimented' her on her stilettos, and asked her if she wanted to hang out after school, she practically shut her down, by saying she was gonna hang out with me instead.
Yeah, my jaw was open too.
I didn't know anything about Charlotte, where she was from, where she lived, why in the world she was hanging out with an A-grade loser like me, all I knew was, she seemed to genuinely like me, and wasn't faking when she said she wanted to hang out with me.
But then again, I spent three months with an A-hole, who only pretended to like me, I really shouldn't be the one to deliberate.
We got into my room and I closed the door with my foot, since my hands were busy holding all the food, I placed our haul on my bed, and jumped on it, twisting open a bottle of Gatorade, and taking a sip while I watched Charlotte dig into the lasagna like there was no tomorrow.
"So, uhm, where are you from?" I said awkwardly.
She looked up from her plate, one eyebrow raised, "What is this, a date? Shut up, pass me the meatloaf, and tell me why you were crying today at lunch."
I raised an eyebrow at her, "Why won't you tell me where you're from? Is it because, your an illegal alien who was sent from space to--"
"Los Angeles," she interrupted, "I was kinda born there or whatever, but I don't stay in one place a lot, I recently was transferred here, on account of my 'behaviour'," she said with air quotes, taking a sip of her Gatorade.
"Well, where do you stay?"
"Stalker much?" She smirked.
"No! No, I'm just asking."
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