Early the next morning, the birds sang, and the wind danced through the window, tickling Charlotte’s long hair. She withdrew her hand from beneath the covers, flicking her locks aside. Her pair of large brown eyes scanned the alarm clock. The digital screen read nine thirty. She was in no rush, for her class began at ten.
Charlotte pulled herself from the comfort of her bed and wriggled her toes around in the plush carpet. I have to paint the walls, Charlotte reminded herself. I can’t bring this place to feel like home…
Ghost like; she floated wearily to the wooden chest which she had used to place her clothes in. Each was individually folded, not a wrinkle shown. Charlotte’s soft gaze turned to a lace long sleeved shirt, which she touched up with a pale pink skirt. To top off her ensemble, she placed a matching beanie upon her head. Nodding in approval, Charlotte clutched her books and supplies, making her way to the door.
As she made her way through the door frame, a quick glance was made towards Finn’s door. For reasons unknown, Charlotte remembered that Finn had also enrolled in a Saturday class. It starts at 9:30, Kelsey had told her with dreamy eyes. So I won’t be seeing him until tonight, which I will find a way to take care of, Charlotte chuckled at her intellect.
A booming door creak pierced Charlotte’s ear drum from down the hall. The sound was almost as if someone was in a rush. Somehow, she brought herself to turn upon the curiosity. Finn… Was he late again?Fashionably late, of course.
She turned quickly, hoping the beanie was costume enough to harbor her identity. Finn knew that hair, however; plus her figure for that matter. Charlotte wasn’t fooling anyone.
Finn quickened his pace, meeting up with Charlotte’s short strides. Finally, he stopped in his tracks directly in the middle of Charlotte’s path, forcibly causing her to cease.
“Go on a date with me.” Finn meant for it to be less of a command than a question, but failed intensely.
“Look, Finn. I really apologize if I wasn’t clear the first time. I just have no interest in having a boyfriend right now. You could have any girl on campus. Date them. Aren’t you late for class?”
Charlotte knew Finn was late, as did he himself. Ignoring the latter of her questions, he spoke, “I don’t want to date them. Just give it a go.” Never had Finley Sawyer ever brought himself to beg a girl to go on a date with him. Normally, all he gave was a wink and they’d be putty within his hands.
“Sorry, Finley…” Charlotte brought her hands to her mouth, realizing the evident annoyance on his face.
He inhaled deeply. “Finn,” He corrected, giving the slightest semblance of a smile. Charlotte couldn’t help but notice the struggle to show emotion, and she couldn’t help but to grin back. “Alright, then you’ll come around.”
Charlotte laughed lightly. He had endurance. “Okay, Finn. Bye.” Finn opened his eyes wide and raised his eyebrows as Charlotte began down the hall once again without a second thought.
“Wait!” Finn exclaimed, hoping to catch her attention. Charlotte whipped her head around, her hair swinging past her shoulders, causing the beanie to ruffle around in place.
“What is it?” Charlotte asked, standing still.
“Shall I walk you to class?” Finley asked hopefully, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Charlotte thought about it for a second, and then replied, “Aren’t you late?”
“I am always late.” Finn, almost laughing his response, walked up to her position. “The proper question is ‘May I walk you to class?’”
“I guess so,” Charlotte replied, steadying her pace again. Finn must fail every class, she thought. Finn knew what she was thinking. He planned to change her idea, mainly because it wasn’t the truth. Charlotte didn’t know that Finn was on the top of every class with an average of ninety eight. This, for students at Cambridge, was highly impressive. The math classes were extremely grueling, yet worth it in the long run. For students like Charlotte and Finn, with higher than ninety five percentages, classes were not so tough.
“Thanks for letting me walk you,” Finn broke the awkward silence. “See you later, babe.” He winked at her and turned to open the door.
“Finley Sawyer, late again?” The teacher called.
“Yeah, yeah. I am late,” Finn hummed, walking through the door, waving to Charlotte once again. There’s that conceited boy again. I won’t have that, she told herself, ambling to her own classroom. Making it right on the dot, she took her place at the desk, multitasking between notes, the outfit for tonight’s party, and of course, how to avoid Finn at all costs.
