trøuble. (s.w.)

twenty.

*this is charlotte's outfit for this chapter, she also has wavy hair and light foundation and mascara.*

things are finally coming back together and it feels great. sam and i are back to normal, james and i don't talk, nate and i are really close, almost as close as me and sam, and the jacks and i couldn't be better.

today the jacks, nate, sam and i are gonna hang out. spending time with them is so great, theyre all so joyful and i honestly wouldn't want to spend my time elsewhere.

i arrive at their house and as usual, i smell weed. "you better have rolled me a blunt!" i yell through the house while taking off my shoes. "of course i did, what kind of friend would i be if i didn't?" says sam. i take my first hit and all my worries are set free.

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"guys, im really hungry." i say but more groan. thankfully sam agrees but, no one else which is so hard to believe because they smoked so much and should have a terrible case of the munchies. "okay, sam, lets go." i say while getting up and getting my keys.

"so where are we going?" sam asks, clear curiosity in his voice. "i was thinking breakfast, but anywhere is okay." i say, not really helping considering all i did was ay the type of food and not the restaurant, classic charlotte. "perkins?" "perkins."

we get into the restaurant and sit down. sam and i talk for a little and then he beings looking a but flustered and nervous. "whats wrong, sam?" "okay, charlotte, don't look now but, its james" he takes a deep breath "and lindsey." lindsey? lindsey? the fucking school slut lindsey? "why? why? why would he fucking be with her. he despises her." anger takes over my body along with sadness, shock, and confusion. "char, you said you were over him." "well, im fucking not. we broke up last week, how can i be over him?" i put my head in my hands and feel tears well up in my eyes. "i can't fucking do this." i say while rushing to get up to go to the bathroom.

i get into a stall and sob, how can he get over me that quick? i guess im just that irreplaceable. i can't let him know im weak. something breaks me of my thoughts, "char, are you okay?" i sniffle and wipe away some tears. "sam, this is the girls bathroom, you're not allowed in here." he laughs, although, i didn't find it funny at all. "well, if my best friend is crying and rushes do the bathroom, you better be sure im gonna be there for her." i open up the stall. "thanks." he sits down next to me and i lay my head on his chest. "am i that irreplaceable? i feel like shit, so worthless." "you're far from irreplaceable, char, you're golden," i look up and smile and put my head back down, with that, he lays a small kiss on my head.