It All Started With A Frisbee

Chapter 17

Charlie POV
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When I wake up on Wednesday, I feel like wearing something nice to school. I walk to my closet, looking through my clothes. After searching for the right thing, I pull out a white shirt that is loose fitting and flows behind me when I walk. With the shirt, I get a pair of dark skinny jeans and my brown leather boots. When I put the clothes on, I walk into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. I curl my hair in tight ringlets, even though I know it won't stay. I never really out on much makeup ever but today I wore bright red lipstick, black eye liner and a little bit of eye shadow that will add a little bit of sparkle. I brush my teeth, put on deodorant and spray on my Viva La Juicy Noir perfume. I grab my phone and walk downstairs. Nico is sitting in the kitchen, texting. "Whatcha doing?" I ask him. "Texting Peyton," he says with a smile. He looks at my outfit. "Well dang. Who you trying to impress?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "Myself," I answer. "Okay. Well let's go," he says, grabbing his keys. I grab my bag and run to his car.

When we get to school, Greyson and Ethan are just getting there too. Nico and Greyson are still friends but not as close as they were since the whole accident at the homecoming dance. Ethan hops out of Greyson's car and sees me. The look on his face was priceless. He walks over to me and grabs my hand. "You look amazing," he says, dropping my hand to look me up and down. "I'm not complaining or anything but why did you dress up?" He asks, taking my hand in his again. "Well. I figured I would give you something to look at," I answer, squeezing his hand.

The first half of the day was pretty slow. Nothing really interesting happened until I checked my school email in P.E., since we weren't doing anything, I had an email from the counselor that said:

Dear Student,

This Friday, January 12th, we will be having our annual high school sleepover. A sign-up sheet has been posted on the board by the science lab. Anyone going must sign up. More information will be given tomorrow at lunch. Have a great day!

Signed,

Carol Rod; Counselor

Well, that should be fun. I wonder if Ethan or Dylan or Peyton or Ryan is going. Probably.

When that class is over, the last hour of the day, another math class, feels like an eternity. Finally, the final bell rings. I wait for everyone to leave the room first so I don't get run over by all the people trying to escape the room. I walk to my locker, books in hand. When I get to my locker, I notice a couple making out, practically eating each other, and they are leaning on my locker. "Excuse me," I say. They do nothing. I realize it Greyson and Sadie. "Hey!" I yell, waving my hands around. Sadie looks up, "What do you want?" "You guys are on my locker," I answer, pointing. They move to the lockers across the hall. I open my locker, throwing my books in as soon as it's open. I grab my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder. I close my locker and walk to Nico's car.

He isn't at his car yet so I run to the baseball field, knowing they have practice. When I get there, I see Ethan sitting there, sweating. "Hey Charlie," he says when he notices me,"what are you doing here? "I came to see you," I answer. "Well I don't have much time," he says, taking off his hat. "Well just text me when you get home," I say. "Ok. I will," he says back, smiling. I kiss him before running back to Nico's car. By that time he is there, waiting for me. "It's about time," he complains, starting the car. "Hey when I first got here, you weren't even here so I went and told Ethan bye," I say. "Well I had to tell Peyton bye," Nico answers. Suddenly, I didn't feel very well. "Hey Nico," I say. "What?" He asks, keeping his eyes on the road. "I don't feel very well," I say. "Do not puke in my car!" He yells, looking at me. "No promises," I say, just to make him mad. "Oh you better promise!" He yells, looking at me then at the road then at me again. The ride home was quick. I think Nico was speeding so I wouldn't be sick in his car. As soon as we get home, I throw my backpack in the kitchen and trudge upstairs to my room. When I get to my room, I tear off my clothes and put on a pair of leggings and a plain white t-shirt. I sit on my bed for a while, watching tv. I think about texting Ethan, but my eyes slowly close, and I fall into a peaceful sleep.