Wrapped Up

4 • Kisses

  Charlie's POV:

   That nasty bitch. She broke up with me. Apparently she's been cheating on me for two months. I mean, what made her want to cheat? What did I ever do? We had been together for 3 years. Why did she leave? Was she bored of me? I just wish I knew.

   I walked down the sidewalks of LA. I had glasses and a hat on because I was well known. My name is Charlie Puth. I'm a singer. A very well-known singer. Well, not as well known as Meghan Trainor. She was just sexually harassed by her ex-boyfriend. I feel so bad. Her best friend nearly died and her brother didn't do a thing to help her. Poor girl.

  I walk into a Starbucks and see that it's empty except a few people. I sit at a table and start scrolling through my Instagram feed.

  Someone walks in with about 40-50 people behind them. I'm assuming it's a she because she has long, red hair. She shuts the door to the store and yells at the workers.

  "Lock it! Lock it, please!" she yells.

  The guy slowly gets the key out of a drawer and slowly begins to walk towards the girl. The girl struggles with holding the door shut. I run over to the guy and take the key. I run over and lock the door to the shop.

  "Thank you," says the girl.

  "No problem," I say.

  "What's your name?" she asks.

  "Charlie, and you?" I say.

  "Meghan," she says with a sigh.

  "Oh," I say as the realization hits me.

  "Yup," she says.

  "Explains all of the people," I say and chuckle.

  "Yup. Everybody go follow the girl who ran out of her house without a shirt to save her own ass," she says with a sigh.

  "Wait, what?" I say clearly confused.

  "I thought you knew," she said.

  "Without a shirt?" I say.

  "Oh, thank god there's one person in the world that hasn't seen me in a bra and skinny jeans," she says and throws her hands in the air.

  "Uh..." I trail off.

  "I'm sorry. The guy blackmailed me into sex. He put duck tape over my mouth and was about to strip my clothes off, but he only got as far as my shirt," she says. "I kneed him in the balls and ran for it, so you can understand why I didn't have a shirt on."

  "I'm sorry," I say.

  I see her eyes become a little glassy. She begins to let tears roll down her cheeks, but she doesn't sob or make a huge deal out of it.

  "No, I'm sorry. I just barged in here," she said.

  "It's a public place. You should be saying sorry to the people that want Starbucks," I say and chuckle a bit.

   For the first time, I saw her smile and giggle a bit. She's beautiful, actually. No wonder the guy fell in love with her.

  "I'm sorry. I should be going," she said.

  "No, no. It's fine. I just had no clue about any of that. I'm so sorry," I say feeling like the biggest dumbass.

  "Text me," she says and hands me a paper.

  I smile lightly and nod my head.

  "Hey, wait. Do you need help getting out of here?" I ask.