heads or tails // m.t + c.p [ discont. ]

Ch 1.9 • Boyfriends

My date with Blake went well. We sat in a fancy restaurant, in fancy clothes, with the most casual conversations. After dinner, Blake took my hand and led me outside. "Look at the stars," he whispered, "They're so beautiful."

"Mm," I hummed agreeing, "They are."

"Almost as beautiful as you," he complimented cornily. I inwardly cringed but plastered a smile on my face and giggled with flaming cheeks. This was Blake, he was so nice and he complimented me a lot and while I wasn't in love with him, I liked him a great deal. "You look stunning tonight, Meghan." I blushed.

"Eh, you could've done better," I joked. He pulled me close to him and planted a gentle kiss against his lips. "You're so amazing," he whispered in my ear. I smiled lightly.

"Not so bad yourself, Anderson," I chuckled in response, "But I mean, you could be a little-"

"Oh shut up!" He laughed, pushing a little on my shoulder. I chuckled at him and stuck out my tongue while he rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Trainor," he scoffed jokingly. "So... how's that Charlie dude?"

"W- What?!" I exclaimed, my eyes popping out of their sockets. Oh my god.

"Your old driver, right? The car crashed but after Ash you got him back again, how is he? All healed?" He meant from a doctors point of view. Thank the Lord because I was about to have a heart attack!

"Oh! Huh, he's fine I think. We don't really talk about it much," I explained, lying a little but telling the truth for the most part. We talk about it often.

"Oh, I see why. Back to my place or you too tired?" he questioned.

"I'm exhausted Blake, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he smiled. Why does he have to be so nice? I returned the smile and dialled Charlie's number. Charlie arrived some 10 minutes later and got out. Me and Blake were smiling. Sure, mine was more of a forced mind of warning smile aimed at Charlie, whereas Blake's was a little more genuine. Blake got in one side and I started walking around to the other side.

"What the hell!" Charlie hissed, I motioned with my hand to quiet down, "You can't just fuck me and lead me on and carry on dating another guy like some kind of slut!" He shout-whispered. I reached the door.

"Shut up! We will talk about this at my house!" I bit back. I wouldn't admit it, but his words stung. I got into the car and he did too, his lips pressed in a tight line, the rest of his face with a steely expression painted on his features. I turned away while a tear escaped my eye. I turned back and saw what looked like a droplet of water fall from his eye. The divider started to roll up while it did and I caught Charlie stealing a sad glance at me before snapping his head away. I sighed shakily and Blake spoke up.

"Meghan... Are you okay?" I nodded my head yes and sniffled, trying to contain my emotions. I hate what Charlie does to me. "You don't look okay..."

"Look, I'm sorry. It's just something just came over me and it got me really emotional," I chuckled dryly sucking in a deep, shaky breath.

"It's okay." He placed a hand on my shoulder and I flinched. Charlie kissed me there. I closed my eyes and let a sob escape me. I'm a mess. Something as simple as a kiss, lips pressed to shoulder, was enough to make me retreat. He took my hand and squeezed it before letting go again. I pressed my lips together to stop the sob rising in my throat from making a sound. We reached Blake's large house and the twins emerged instantly.

"Meghan, you coming in?" The asked in unison. I shook my head with a light smile.

"No, I've got a lot on my mind." They nodded in understanding.

"See you soon then?" Cameron questioned, with Ashton nodding excitedly beside him. Those two are like little children on Christmas morning right now they're so full of excitement; it's actually unbelievable. Cute.

"Yeah, a few days maybe?" I suggested and they grinned, nodding. I waved at them as we pulled out. I checked my watch. 9:23pm. It takes 10 minutes at least to get from his house to mine, plus traffic takes it to about 15. I have about 15 minutes to prepare for what, ultimately, could be the worse series of moments in my life. I closed my eyes, and the next time I opened them, the engine was deathly silent, and the air around me had suddenly become hard to breathe. I creaked open the door, Charlie did the same. Both of us in complete silence.

"Meghan." He broke the silence.

"Charlie," I gulped.

This is gonna be a long fight.

A/N: I know it's short but I wanted to end it on a cliffhanger. Sorry...

QOTD: How old are you?
AOTD: 12.

Stay strong lovelies,
- Faye xx

(P.S: Shit goes down next chapter ;])