*Slow updates*
After agreeing to be the focus of a college article,
senior Charlie Murtaugh gets more than he bargains for when he's assigned a clueless sophomore who knows nothing about the sport.
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There was no weaselling out of Charlie's question. My heart is racing a mile a minute in my chest as I try to bring myself back to earth whilst also thinking about the best way to explain that I've been talking to his sister behind his back.
Charlie's gaze on my face is intent—he wants an answer and he's not going to stop until he gets one, that much is certain from how he's staring at me. I swallow, sitting up slowly on the bed and wrapping the sheets around myself. Charlie moves away from me and stands which makes him look more intimidating as he asks again. "Lorraine, how do you know Dixie?"
How do I know Dixie? Do I even know Dixie?
"I don't," I say truthfully, forcing myself to sit crisscross apple sauce on the bed. Charlie raises his eyes brows at me in an 'and' way that makes me swallow. "We followed each other on social media."
"You expect me to believe you just randomly followed her on social media." Charlie nods sarcastically. "Yeah that makes total f*cking sense. How long as this been going on?"
"We met only two weeks ago. Our texts have been very irregular because I guess she has been anxious about you finding out she reached out to me."
"You say that like it somehow makes it better that you have been talking to her behind my back."
"I didn't go behind your back."
"You didn't tell me." He counters.
Shit.
"I couldn't." I know I'm treading on thin ice as I say this. Charlie's eyes flare with an insane amount of anger, it takes all my strength to sit there and watch him. He's angry. Furious at me. But I want to know why. I want to know what the deal is with his family. The full story with Dixie.
"That's f*cking bullshit and you know it. You didn't want to tell me. I know you Lorraine. What the hell did you think you were going to find?"
His word cut deeper than I wanted it to.
"Shecame to me, Charlie. She needed my help yesterday and I couldn't turn her down. And I definitely couldn't tell you because for some reason she's terrified of you!" My voice rises a notch and Charlie winces slightly, like I've struck him with my words. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes as I get the air in my lungs. When I open them again, Charlie is putting his trousers on. "Where are you going?"
My heart starts racing in my chest as I watch him wear his clothes. "What did she need your help for?" He ignores me as he shrugs on his top. Realising that he's leaving, I leap off my bed and go to stand by the door. It's not until I turn around that I realise my top is off.
