Hatred With A Burning Passion (Completed)

Chapter 5

Charlotte drove home, glad that both of her parents were out of town. It would just be she and Nina for a few days.

As Charlotte drove, she rolled down the window. The trees flew by, and Charlotte let her chestnut brown hair out of the tight French braid she had made herself that morning. She exhaled, relaxing as the wind whipped her hair around her face. Just then, she noticed a certain someone outside her window. The sandy haired fellow sat on a bench, his head in his hands. She stopped by the side of the road.

"Hey, Wilder!" Charlotte called, "What in the hell are you doing here at a city bus stop?"

Thomas looked up quickly, surprised to see her there, "You are really the last person I want to see right now."

"Ok, but it does look like you need a ride," Charlotte said, a sly grin on her face, "So unless you want to stay here for the rest of the night, you better tell me why you're here."

"Why? Think you could use that against me for Yale?" He smirked.

"Oh, don't be silly," Charlotte purred back.

"Fine, I'll tell you," Thomas swallowed nervously before continuing, "I am here at this bus stop because my car broke down. And, well, you see Charlotte, I was planning to go into the city to help out at the homeless shelter," he grinned proudly, "I am getting as much community service hours as I can before the year ends. Unfortunately, this 4:00 bus got cancelled, so I've been waiting here for the 5:00 bus."

Charlotte widened her eyes. She didn't think about doing extra hours as a way to improve her application. Although Thomas caught her off guard, she put a smile on her face, pretending as if it did not affect her at all.

"Ok then, just get in the car already."

Thomas opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. Before she started the car again, Charlotte quickly checked the likes on her last Instagram post. She let out a relieved breath when she saw she got more than 500 likes. Thomas sneaked a peak at her phone.

"What, you can't stay a second off your phone?"

"No, I was just checking the likes on my last Instagram post."

Thomas snickered, "Let me guess, you wanted to make sure every single guy following you liked it so that you can feel accomplished in life."

Charlotte gasped. "How dare you? If you're going to speak to me like that, get out of my car!" Charlotte pointed towards the sidewalk.

"Ok, ok, I promise. I'll stop."

"Good," Charlotte said happily, driving back into the traffic, "Now, where is it you want to go?"

"Well, it's fine. There is a lot of traffic in the direction of downtown, and my time slot for volunteering there already passed for today. You can just drop me off at my house," Thomas said.

"Ok, where do you live? I'm guessing you live a few streets down from me."

"Um, yeah, I live between Plymouth and Oakdale," he said, not looking her in the eye, "You can just drop me off at that intersection."

"Ok," Charlotte narrowed her eyes, suspicious. "And by the way, Paris is way better off without you."

"You know what? She was drunk, horny, and surrounded by a bunch of other kids making out. So I'm sorry if I didn't want to kiss her right then and there."

Charlotte kept driving. "So when would you want to kiss her?"

"First of all, Paris is too superficial for me. I think the only real thing she said to me was how she loved Teen Wolf." Charlotte laughed. "And second, I kiss a girl when I've gotten to know her first, when I know she's thinking the same thing." For a second, Charlotte saw Thomas as sweet and kind, until she reminded herself that she was supposed to hate him.

Thomas nervously got out of the car as they approached the sidewalk.

"Ok, well thank you for the ride," He waved to Charlotte.

"No problem, bye," Charlotte said.