Taking It

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There's only a few things that I regret in my life. Like the hair cut I received back when I was seven. The hair dresser must have thought I was a boy because when she cut my hair just below my ears, while also giving me bangs she had earned a mouthful of colorful words from my mother. I honestly didn't blame her for thinking I was a little boy I had boyish features until way after I hit puberty. I regret telling people that they could call me Charlie after announcing that my name was Charlotte. It only added more to the 'is it a girl or boy' debate that went around my class and made people think that I was a transgender kid. This led to me getting bullied on the playground and having little to no friends.

Now I could sit here and make this entry about all the regrets I have in my life but then this entry wouldn't be that long and I need to reach a personal quota of two thousand plus words. So instead this entry is about one of the regrets that I made recently, during the time period that this 'story' takes place. I've come to regret a lot of things over this past summer which i'm not comfortable announcing just yet.

I regretted telling Cassidy that I would hang out with her the next day. Don't get me wrong I've learned from this mistake and I can now tolerate where ever she wants to go. It was just her idea of 'exploring' was strolling the isles of a supply store for school supplies. I would've been okay with this if school wasn't two and a half months away, and if she hadn't kept me from going down the long aisle of art supplies.

When the shopping trip was basically over and we were standing in line arms full, I was the one with my arms overflowing in items because Cassidy thought I was some sort of pack mule. I had made a plan to come back here alone just to get a few things to top up my art kit, which was taking forever to arrive. When it was our turn to pay I was grateful when Cassidy started unloading my arms.

"Next time lets get a cart." I dropped the rest of the items on the conveyor belt, letting out a huff as I ran my fingers through my hair. This morning I had attempted to throw it up into a ponytail, but seeming my hair was naturally curly and really thick the hair tie broke under the stress. Cassidy claimed she didn't have anymore and I was left pushing the tendrils out of my face for eternity.

"I don't think there will even have to be a next time." A velvety voice chuckled, causing me to look up.

Just for the record I wasn't one to just stop and stare at boys. I was never the type to catch butterflies, or even develop two second crushes. But with the sandy blonde haired guy standing in front of me, ringing up our items, all of that happened in then some. The red polo shirt he was wearing went nicely against his skin. The blue of his eyes shone brightly with mirth and his hair fell gently into his face. Then there was his jawline.  Like I previously stated I wasn't one to fawn over jawlines, but this one I found myself wanting to reach out and touch but too afraid it might cut me.

His jawline was so sharp that instead of being cut by paper, it would cut said paper. -Cassidy Reynolds

"Oh I..uh..art supplies." I jabbed my thumb over to the direction of the aisle.

"You're an artist?" He arched one of his brows, interest taking over his face.

"I.. uh.. dabble." I stuffed my hands into my pocket. Now I would continue on this conversation, to show you how much of a fool I made of myself but the conversation afterwards will suffice nicely.

"I uh.. I.." Cassidy laughed obnoxiously as she strolled out of the store. "I can't believe what just happened." She spun around and faced me, a mischievous look on her face. "I bet you don't even know his name."

"Calvin." I spat at her, shoving her stupid notebooks into her chest. I wasn't good with boys, nor was I good with them hitting on me. But when Calvin had asked for my number, the numbers flew over my head. When I stood there opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water he settled for giving me his number instead.