Charlie Whitmen loves sports, junk food, video games, cars and basically anything-if not everything-your average teenaged boy would find interesting. But wait a second, Charlie isn't even a boy! Oh no, she's actually a girl!
Bet you didn't see that...
Author's Thoughts: Happy Birthday to me! Here's a gift, everyone. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on the last chapter. I'm so happy you guys are here for the simplicity of this story! That's Alex above! I think this chapter is the one that'll answer many questions regarding a grayish-blue eyed boy. Be ready! And the first chapter of Jack's story is out. Please do check it out.
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Playing the Intruder
This is not good. This is not good at all. Hayden feels like a complete imbecile for making such a grave mistake. As if he's a deer caught in headlights, he doesn't know what to say or what to do. Utterly ashamed and embarrassed (if that isn't obvious), he is unable to meet gazes with the girl, his eyes darting around the entire room. If you could look into his mind right now, you would see nothing but chaos. It's like a tornado went in there and destroyed everything in its path.
At least, that's how the boy feels. Perhaps he should have confirmed the rumors with Charlie herself instead of making speculations on his own. How could he have been so foolish?
"You mean you're not into girls?" he questions albeit hesitantly. He doesn't know if he should be relieved or not. Things are already complicated enough for him. Add this to the pile and you've got yourself a recipe for disaster. It's that bad.
Charlie rakes her fingers through her wavy locks and sighs loudly. She should have realized something was off right from the start. How could she have missed it? "Why would I be?" she answers.
"Are you sure?" He doesn't know what he's expecting to achieve by asking this.
The redundant inquiry, in Charlie's opinion, is absolutely ridiculous and this major miscommunication between them might just be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. Her patience is wearing dangerously thin and she's getting tired of having to play this game of charades. Could you blame her though? It's two in the fucking morning on a weeknight!
Hello, she has to wake up in less than five hours for school! If Hayden didn't look like a lost puppy that's been abandoned in cardboard box, she would have thrown him out onto his ass while also spewing strings of profanities at him for disturbing her sleep. She's not even his real girlfriend! If he's got a problem, shouldn't he be standing at Cecilia's doorsteps right now, interrupting her sleep? Why does Charlie have to suffer and explain herself at this ungodly hour?
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure." She refrains from looking at him like he's the world's most dumbest teenager alive and adds in, "I think I would know my sexual orientation better than anyone else." Her tone comes off as annoyed and irritated because, well, she is annoyed and irritated. She can't even be mad at him. People are always misunderstanding her. Why would Hayden be an exception?
Hayden's emotions have gone awry as he buries his face into his hands, not knowing what to do as he attempts to organize his thoughts. "I know that sounded like a stupid question. I'm sorry. I just—I'm such an idiot."
