trøuble. (s.w.)

four.

6:30 am, i wake up from the alarm i call my mother. sad and cold, i pull myself out of bed, it gets more painful everyday. thankfully, i get to take a nice warm shower. as i feel the warm water dance along my skin, i feel my body loosen up, muscle by muscle. once i get out, i do my daily routine, air dry my naturally wavy hair, put on a little foundation, mascara, and get dressed (outfit above).

as i walk outside from my large upper east side house, i breathe in the fresh air. its springtime so its cool but still warm. its perfect. i get into my car and pick marie up.

we do our rounds, coffee and driving around and everything was dandy until marie says "we need to pick the boys up again." shoot me. "why? why? why?" i wine, sounding like a child. "charlotte, look, babe, itll be okay. just a ride to school and a ride home everyday. its not that painful." "whatever." im so annoyed, how dare she make these promises to these guys who obviously make me uncomfortable.

the boys get in the car and the air automatically gets uncomfortable, for me at least. "so, char, marie, theres a party tonight at our house, you guys comin'?" gilinsky says. "yeah, we will be there, definitely." i could use a party and its not even worth the effort to fight with marie. "yeah, im down." i say and everyone in the car woo-hoo's. other than the sounds of the boy's joy, i hear one comment that catches me off guard. "finally little miss innocent charlotte loosens up a bit and goes to a party." the words escape from no one other than sir samuel wilkinson. uptight? never.

//authors note.// hi loves, i hope you liked this chapter. please comment about how you like the story and want to see in upcoming chapters, love you!