Let Me Love You Goodbye

Chapter One

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! C'mon! Keep it up, girls! Follow the beat!" Miss Dallas, our dance instructor, shouted infront of us.

While dancing in the middle of the music, Payton ask me, "Charlotte, Tristan invited us to his Summer Night Party on Friday night. I'm going, you?" She said as a sweat glided down her forehead.

"Maybe. I'll let you know later." I replied her breathlessly.

"OK." Payton said.

Payton is my BFF, she loves dancing, too. We've met each other since we're 10, in a dance class. After knowing each other, she was one of my schoolmate, and we're getting closer as BFF. After a year later, we became classmates. We always stick together, having break time together, just do everything together. Strangers always thought us as a pair of lesbians. Now I supposed I'm not a freakin' lesbian, I'm just me, Charlotte Jacobson.

After dance class I drive Payton home. Payton lives in one of the houses at the row of houses behind my house. I drop Payton infront of her house and I'm hungry, craving for tea breaks. So I decided to satisfy my craves at The Sweet Tooth's Desserts Cafe. I parked my car and get myself in to the cafe. I walk towards the counter.

"Hey Charlotte! How's it going?" Said Bradley, one of the workers behind the counter.

"Oh, hey Bradley! I'm just starving and wanted to eat something sugary."

"Well then, what would you like to order? Dine in or takeaway?"

"I would like to order one Sweet Tooth's signature waffles and one Java chips ice latte for dine in and one cheese cupcake, one red velvet cake and one hot lava chocolate cake for takeaway, please." I said while Bradley is busying pressing buttons on the cashier machine that goes 'CHA-CHING!'.

"OK. Total 21.19 dollars, please." He showed his signature toothy grin.

I pay the money and those foods are already putted on the counter bar.

"Thanks. Please collect your orders there."

"OK." I nodded and collect my orders,my waffles and ice latte, and takeaway orders are packed in three medium size brown boxes, those boxes were in a big paper bag.

I carry my tray and take the paper bag to a cleaned and empty table. I sit down and check my messages in iphone. I've got 3 messages, 1 message from Conor and 2 messages from Tristan. I take a sip of my Java chips ice latte and start eating my waffles before I text back to them. Food before phone, that's my motto and also dance before phone. I finished my waffles and sip my drink and open Conor's message.

Hey sis! Can I have Angie's cell, Angelica Coleman. I need her cell rn. ASAP! Urgent! xx Your bro

What?? Conor wants Angie's cell? My brother, Conor Jacobson, he's a play boy. He has over 22 ex-girlfriends. He never cheat but he always get bored of them. All of his girlfriends are kind, well, some are bitches. He dated almost every girl in school.

So I search Angie's cell in my contact and text him Angie's cell. After a few minutes, he text back.

Thanks, baby sis! I love you! xoxo xx Bro, Conor

I open Tristan's messages.

Hey, Charlotte! You're invited to my Summer Night Party at my house on this Friday night. Would you go?

I open the second message.

One more thing, your BFF, Payton Padilla is going.

There's a party means that I can dance, showing off my dance skills is a really fun thing that me and Payton always do. I relpy him.

I'll go but I need to get the permission first. Later I'll let you know the answer. OK?

I don't wanna sound desperate, and my mom really is a overprotective mom.

He reply back.

OK.

I finish my beverage and get back to home.

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"I'm home!" I announced. I walk to kitchen counter to put down the paper bag.

"Charlotte, you're back!" Mom said. Her head was facing the fridge.

"What are you doing, mom?" I asked.

"I'm finding the parmesan cheese for the pizza ingredients. Tonight's dinner." Mom replied while she's finding the cheese.

"Homemade pizza is the best mom!" I shouted excitedly.

"Oh, there you are...I've found you. Parmesan cheese." Mom mumbled and not bothering my excitement on her homemade pizza.

"Mom! I'm going to shower now. If the pizza's ready, call me down. OK?" I run upstairs to my room for shower.

I simply put my backpack down and get myself in to the bathroom and shower myself with warm hot water. After shower, I put on my oversize hoodie and black leggings and open my macbook to sign in Twitter. A lots of interactions, new followers and direct messages waiting for me to check in my Twitter. I check all of my interactions first and then reply the messages in direct message and last the new followers one. When I click in, lots of people follows me, like over 100 new followers. OMFG! I'm so fucking happy now because I gained almost 10k followers.

I've stalked 15 new followers,

1. @Benjaminxx
2. @alexialexie
3. @miamissingintheair
4. @Im yours_adam
5. @calumhoodie
6. @DillonRx
7. @ashieguy
8. @jakewilson
9. @NickRxx22
10. @babeshawn
11. @LoveNs_53
12. @billyjello12
13. @Marcuslol
14. @Deannafoshy
15. @camlover18

Yeah! Call me a desperado for all I care. Some of them are my schoolmates and others are random strangers. But I don't care, you followed me, I'll follow back. After a few minutes, mom shouted "Charlotte! The pizza's ready!"

"OK! Coming!" I shouted back, logging off my Twitter and shut down my macbook.

While I'm using my iphone, the notification box appear on the phone screen suddenly, it says:

Twitter: @DillonRx direct messaged you in Twitter just now.

Dillon is the bad boy in English class, I wonder what he wants. I didn't reply him, he'll just need to wait after I finish my pizza dinner. Mom had this strict rule of not using gadgets on the dining table, she says it ruins the 'family bonding' thing.

I left my phone on my desk before rushing down the stairs, and I was greeted by the smell of cheese. My tummy grumbles, dinner time!
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How is this first chapter ? I write this story with my sis, so I hope its good given its the first time she write a story. Vote and comment, thx for reading!

Chloe & Nichole (2015)
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2021: Chloe grown and changed. Updating shits while keeping some cringy words for memories sake.