“I’m just as happy as you are now, going back to school.” Charlie says, leaning his arms on the bench.
I chuckle a bit, sipping my water. “Not so happy then.”
“The only thing that’s making me unhappy is that you’re unhappy. Now tell me. What’s wrong?”
I sigh, rubbing my head with my hand. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
“Well, I am worrying about it.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m just a filthy whore anyway.” I quote.
Charlie’s face turned from a neutral to a wrath of anger. “What makes you think that?”
I cross my arms out of pure insecurity, as I sit down on the bench stool.
“Chad was flirting with the waitress, I got mad, I threw my latte on him and he called me a filthy whore.” I shrugged. “I kinda deserve it anyway.”
“No way in hell you deserve it! But hey, I have to say… I did tell you so.”
I roll my eyes and stand up, twisting the lid of my water bottle. “I’m not ‘heartbroken’, Charlie.”
“But you’re upset.”
I bite my tongue. Yeah, I was a little upset, but not because of heartbreak. I just like being up to people’s standards, I hate feeling like I’m not good enough. But don’t we all?
“I just feel a tiny bit useless at the moment.” I whisper, shrugging my shoulders.
“What makes you think that?” Charlie asks, stepping a bit closer towards me.
“I just don’t think I’m not as good as that waitress Chad checked out.” I truthfully explained.
“Come here.” He says, his arms widening and walking towards me, pulling me into a hug. I felt warm in his embrace, and he made everything feel better. Yeah, yeah, cliché. But it did. I bury my head into his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist.
“You know, you’ve hugged me more than Chad has.” I state, lifting my head out of his chest.
“And it’s only been, what, two days? Just you wait, Olive.”
I laugh at him, his immaturity scrawled across his face.
“I’m surprised you haven’t started crying yet.” He smirks.
“Oh shut up.” I say, pulling out of the hug.
“But you never know. The guy for you might be right under your nose.” Charlie says.
“It’s not that easy, we’re not all like you, Charlie. We can’t grab every girl we want.” I smile.
“I don’t get every girl.’ He mumbles quietly.
I broke out of the hug excitedly. I sit on the bench, swaying my legs. “Who do you wanna get?” I ask, widening my eyes.
“Nobody…” He mumbles, fidgeting with his hair.
“You so like someone!”
“Yeah I do.” He shrugged.
There was an awkward lull as I widened my eyes. Was he going to tell me? He can’t just leave me on a cliffhanger like that!
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Tell!”
“No!”
And with that I dropped the conversation.
The daylight turned into nightlife, and before I knew it, I was in my shower, washing my hair with an apple scented shampoo.
