windows

1|through her window

At three am, most people were asleep peacefully in their beds, or couches, or wherever they were smart enough to pass out upon. Me? I was busting ass on an essay on the stock market that was due in approximately seven hours. Why, you might ask, did I wait until now to do it when most intelligent people would do it at least a day before? And my sad answer would be 1. I am a shitty student who really enjoys laying on her bed doing absolutely nothing more than writing papers and 2. I am fairly below average on the intelligence scale. So, there I was sitting in my dark room, straining my already crappy eyes to stare at the laptop screen as I furiously typed away words and numbers that made about no sense to me but would hopefully appease my teacher when a sudden sharp knock nearly scared me to death. 

Let me just make it clear that I am not one of those kinds of girls who regularly has people showing up at her window at three in the morning because most nights, when I actually do my work at a decent time, I am snoozing away the night blissfully. So when someone did show up at my window, shit had better be important. 

But back to the part where it scared me to death. I let out a high shriek and, because I am a wonderfully clumsy person, managed to knock my laptop off my lap. Do you ever see anything in like slow motion, when you know something is going to happen and you desperately need to stop it? This was not one of those times. This was one of those times where everything seemed to be moving infinitely faster and I could probably do nothing to save my unsaved already three pages long essay. But that wasn't to say I didn't try. I dove off my bed in an attempt to catch it and to all my surprise, I did. With my skull. While it didn't hit the hard floor, it did manage to clonk me in the head, leaving me dizzy and gasping for breath for a second. Let it be known that this all happened in about 30 seconds. Another knock came at the window, shaking me out of my daze. After I carefully placed my laptop on the bed where it wouldn't be in danger of falling again, I scrambled over to the window. After I yanked my shade open and pushed my window up, I was faced with a face (see what I did there, no I'm not a dork what ever could you mean) that I never expected to see again, especially not at my window. 

Charlie Walker grinned at me feebly, dirty blond hair hanging in his eyes. 

"Can I, uh, come in?" He said as he not at all conspicuously glanced worriedly over his shoulder. 

"I swear to god, Walker, if you killed someone-" He interrupted me with a forced laugh, waving his hands in front of him. 

"No! No, no no. I, uh, got caught in Mindy Darcl's room and her brother is now, like, after my blood." I glared at him flatly as I crossed my arms over my chest. I heard a shout from behind him and he, obviously, heard it too. Panicked, he started pleading with me. "Alex, please, I know you don't like me but Mindy's brother is fucking terrifying and please? Man, I'll do anything." He pauses and then his eyes light up. "I'll help you get back at my brother? Remember? From freshmen year and-"

"Yes, I remember you dick now get in here before Vic see's you, will ya?" Grinning from ear to ear, he quickly ducks in. I quickly shut it and draw the shade before turning back to the smug, incredibly idiotic teenage boy that stands in the middle of my room, eyeing me. I glare at him until realization hits me. 

I wasn't wearing pants. 

I was wearing what I normally wore to sleep: an over sized t-shirt, a sports bra, and a pair of comfy underwear. Pants were not included in the equation. Well shit. He grinned at me cattily, running a hand through his damp (probably from sweat, ew) hair. 

"So you-" He was interrupted by my groggy mother's voice. 

"Alex? Was that you?" Panic seizes me. Now, my ass and Charlie's was on the line. If my mom found out I had a boy in my room at three in the morning..... Actually, she probably wouldn't be that upset. She would probably just glare at us both, tell us to be quiet and not to get on the next season of Teen Pregnancy. Of course, I would never, under any circumstances, want to have sex with Charlie Walker. 

"Uh, yeah?" I called back, furiously gesturing for Charlie to hide. I finally just haul ass and shove in the closet and proceed to leap across my room and pull my door open just as my mom has her hand raised to knock. I smile nervously at her as she blinks at me. "Sorry about the noise, I just nodded off while writing and I woke up to my laptop falling." I lie smoothly, trying not calm my heart rate. She nods slowly. 

"Any damage?" 

"Nah, I caught it before it fell." 

"Alright then. Just, get some sleep tonight alright?" 

"Yes, Mom." I smile at her back as she retreats to her room and close it as soon as her door closes behind her. I lean against the door and close my eyes for a second.

"Are you seriously working on Mr. Acker's paper?" Charlie's voice cuts through my attempt at calming inner thoughts and I snap my eyes open to glare at the lanky boy who is sprawled across my bed, scrolling through my essay. I glare at him and stomp over to a pile of clothes on my floor and yank on a pair of blue sweatpants. I nudge his body a little with my foot until there is room for me and drop into a sitting position as I snatch the computer away from him. 

"Yes. Shut up."

"Nice panda underwear by the way."

"I swear to god Walker, I am going to-"

"Ah ah ah, do you want help with Jared or not?" I stare at him. "What?" He finally asks, looking a little uncomfortable. 

"You're actually going to help me get back at your brother?" He shrugs, flipping that goddamn hair out of his eyes. 

"I told you I would, didn't I?" He says, nonchalant. 

"You're Charlie Walker though. You say one thing and do another all the time." I can't help the bitterness in my voice as I say it. It was something he and Jared shared. He paused, frowning. 

"Is that what you think of me?" I snort, eyes on my screen again. 

"That's what everybody thinks of you." More silence. "By the way, get your goddamn shoes off my bed before I seriously hurt you." A short, light laugh followed by two thumps as he kicks his shoes off. "And you're not staying the night here. You have exactly ten minutes before I kick you out." 

"But my house is sooo far away and-"

"I don't give a rat's ass. You have ten minutes before I drop kick you back out that window." I hear him mutter something under his breath and roll my eyes, back to typing furiously. But ten minutes later, I am snoozing away with my laptop tucked under one arm and my head tucked under my other. 

The next morning, when I wake, Charlie is gone and there's a note taped to my screen. I have to fix my glasses on my sleep clouded eyes as I strain to read it. I finished the last paragraph for you, ya nerd. i'll meet you after school to begin the wonderful plan and thanks for saving my ass. which you will never utter any words about to anyone because i have a totally embarrassing picture of you sleeping that i will so spread if i hear a word about it.

I groan, slumping back on my bed. Charlie Walker was a lot of things and I had a long string of foul names for him in my mind. 

Goddamn you, Charlie. 

WOW so I am rlly fuckin excited about this story and i think it's going to be kewl but I can only hope, so keep reading for more excitement, heavy sarcasm, mild swearing, and not lacking any amount of shenanigans. 

peace out fools,
-b