Falling With No Intention

*Charlotte Evans*

"I'm sorry, Rosalie."

This ought to be good.

"You're an amazing sexy girl in bed, but this isn't going to work out."

The tears are about to make their grand arrival.

"It's you, not me."

Sometime I wonder if he says that intentionally or he plainly doesn't know how the saying goes.

It was always the same routine whilst it came to no other than Austin Jameson. He had no respect, no etiquette, and absolutely no fine morals when it comes to the gender of females. He's the typical cliché character in a High School romance novel; heartbreaker, player, arrogant, and attractive. With his disheveled, jet, black hair, chiseled jaw, lean form, and dark brown colored eyes, and "outstanding" personality, then it's easy to believe that he's been with almost every hormonal teenage girl in our grade level, minus the ones who have a perfectly good mind in not interacting with him; Ashamed to say that it's only about 5% of seniors, including myself.

"You can't do this, Austin. I love you." I groaned softly. Couldn't he choose girls that are less irritating, desperate, and actually have some sort of dignity in themselves? If he's going to break up with his little enjoyments in his room, that to my dismay is right across from mine, at least save me a killer headache.

"Although you may be an incredible person between the sheets, but you're the biggest slut in school, Amanda. You love every guy who knows how to fucken open your legs." Austin snickered.

This is what I get for not closing my windows at night, but in all fairness it was rather hot during the day that it had eventually slipped my mind to do so.

"You had no problem with that when I was you're girlfriend." Amanda bitterly spat out.

I distinctively heard him chuckle humorlessly. "Amanda, I don't do girlfriends. You were only a nice little fu-" He didn't get to finished that sentence.

"You're a jerk, Austin." The girl screeched. I internally grunted. "I know what you're saying is lie. I'm still your girlfriend. I know that I wasn't only a one night stand."

Please, Honey, leave with the small amount of pride that you have left.

"Wait, Austin. Let me go. I'm not done talking to you-" Her voice drowned out from the sudden slam of the door. I remained silent, listening if their dispute had come to an end. I threw the covers off of me, finally getting the courage to close the damn window.

I had barely sealed it before an obnoxious deep voice spoke up. "Eavesdropping like always, Charlie?" He smiled smugly.

"It's not eavesdropping when the people decide to talk as if wanting for everybody to hear." I grumbled annoyingly. "And don't call me Charlie, Jameson." I added as an afterthought.

It really is a heartrending story to find out that I'm next door neighbors with him. Well, sad for me, but for the swooning ladies I believe it isn't. What really puts the cherry on my stupid sundae is the fact that his Mom and my Mom have been best friends since grade school. They planned this whole segment; to have kids about the same age and think they'll become friends like them by moving in next to each other.

Wrong.

He and I are anything but friends. We may cross some words, but it's the type that makes you think why our generation is screwed up. Think of it this way. You put a cat and a mouse in a little compartment for while then you'll get Snooki fighting against the Police within five seconds. Let me tell you, it isn't a sigh you'd love to see.

He smirked. "Common, Charlie. I thought we were the best of friends here. A kiss on the lips would be a proper hello." He puckered his mouth, his eyes closing shut.

"How about you kiss my ass?" I scoffed, setting my fingers on my hips.

Austin smiled arrogantly at me. "You would like that wouldn't you?"

"You're such a pig, Austin!"

"You said it, not me."

"You're so annoying."

"You're so hot." He said, biting his lower lip, his eyes roaming down my body. At that moment I felt my face heat up and felt self conscious by wriggling uncomfortably in my clothing.

Great, I chose the perfect day to wear my pajama shorts and a tank top.

He noticed my action, and didn't stop from grinning amusedly. "Really is good to know that I can get that reaction out of you, Babe."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I have a name, Austin."

"I love it when you say my name, Charlotte." He winked. I groaned out loud, frantically pulling my arms from my hips. "Now that I'm single again, why not go on a date with me?"

It was my turn to laugh humorlessly at him. "Funny that you think I'd go on a date with you." I retorted cynically. "And don't worry about being single, Jameson. We all know that by tomorrow you'll be coming out of the storage room unattended."

He licked his flips, but I had to admit, for the faintest second my eyes traveled down there. He may be the most infuriate person alive, but you can't deny that God did wonders for this kid. After realizing I'd been staring for a quite a while, I glanced up.

"Charlie, I know you want to be the girl inside with me."

I jeered, rolling my eyes at the back of my head. "Please, the only way I'd be in the storage room with you is if my IQ goes lower than a Monkey's."

"Then I'm guessing you'll meet me tomorrow there?"

"Annoying prick." I stated offensively, glaring daggers at the boy. He really knew how to push my buttons. It's as if he does this for a living; ruining my day and making life miserable for me. It still surprised me till this day that I haven't slapped the shit out of him.

I was the mature one here. I knew when to walk away and not get into brawls, but with his attitude, I might reconsider first degree murder. But then I realize that it isn't worth going to jail for him. So I learned to live with it and handle as much as I can. Frankly, I think I'm doing a very fine job at it.

"That hurts, Babe." He feigned pain, but the tug at his corners contradicted with his words.

I sighed, giving up by the fact that he'll still be calling me different names. "Whatever." I mumbled incoherently. Pursing my lips, I took a quick look at him. It was at that exact moment that I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt as his basketball shorts hung low enough to expose his abdomen and the six squares that were in threes in each.

"Charlie, my eyes are up here." He motioned, nodding his chin up. A light shade of pink blossomed at the top of my cheek bones. It was too late to hide it; he already had caught it before it could fade away. "I don't blame you. Every girl likes what they see here."

"I swear you have an ego bigger than Texas. That isn't an attractive trait, Jameson."

"If you got it, flaunt it." Austin winked in my direction.

"Look, I'd love to stay and chat," I sarcastically implied, "but I have much more interesting things to do than to speak to you that would make my life one hundred times better."

"Goodnight, Charlotte." He mused.

Pressing my lips in a thin line, I responded. "Goodnight, Austin." I exhaled, closing the windows shut. That line was something that never changed between us since that day...I groaned, pushing back the remembrance.

That indubitably is one heck of friendship we have.

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. ~Have a nice day~.

'~A~'