trøuble. (s.w.)

thirty-three.

i walk down my schools' hallways, my books to my chest. im here earlier than usual, no actual reason to it. the school is so much more peaceful without all the screaming and hormonal teenagers. theres only about 50 kids in the whole school right now.

"char!" i turn around and see jack, i meet him half way and he kisses me. "hey, babe. why are you here so early?" jack asks. "i guess i could ask you the same thing, jackie." he glares at me, not liking his nickname and answers, "i have to meet mrs. smith, the math teacher." i nod, "well, you better get to her, school is very important!"

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1:57 a.m.

sammys pov:

the burning sensation of my eighth shot trickles down my throat. i sigh and my head meets my hands. i get up from the bar stool in a run down bar that i can only drink in due to my fake id. slipping the bartender a twenty dollar bill, i walk out of the establishment and get into my car.

i miss charlotte. i miss her so much. she gave me a sense of calmness, relaxation. she helped me finally settle down. im such a fuckup for letting her go to gilinsky.  

over these past few weeks, ive been trying to get back to friends with her. i just- i need her. every time i talk to her, i end up fucking it up by calling her a rude name or saying something way out of line. just seeing her with gilinsky makes my blood boil.

tonights the night, though. tonight i am going to go to charlotte's house. tonight i will win her heart back. tonight she will be back in my arms, where she belongs.

i arrive at her house, and hop out of my car. i don't need roses or chocolate, im samuel wilkinson. i press the door bell button, no answer. sighing, i ring the door bell about three more times before receiving an open door showing me a tried and upset charlotte.

"sam." she breathes, glaring at me.

"charlotte, have you been crying."

"yes but, its none of your business."

her eyes look black and puffy. she doesn't look sad, she looks angry. she doesn't look broken but, strong. she looks hot, but scary. she looked like trouble, some shit most guys wouldn't want to get involved in.  shes not who i fell in love with months and months ago, this charlotte is better, this charlotte is badass. ive never been so turned on by one girl, one girl i just so happen to love.

her long brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, she has no makeup on but looks gorgeous. shes wearing an old volleyball t-shirt, sweatpants, and slippers. she looks more beautiful than ever.

"char, let me in, and tell me what happened, okay?" she nods.

i walk into her house and sit on her couch with her. "okay, spill the beans, babygirl."

"its jack, he cheated on me, fucking dickhead."

well, getting charlotte back just got one hundred times easier.

|-/ author's note |-/

okay, guys, i haven't been doing author's notes in a while but im gonna start again. i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. please vote and comment. also, please go read my jack gilinsky story, messages. okay, love you!:))