Alison's POV
"Get the fuck out." Charlie said through his teeth. He clenched his fists. "Don't come back here again." He pulled out wadded up money from his back pocket and shoved it at Derek, pushing him farther out of the door. "I'm sorry, I forgot he worked there..." I said, my voice small. "Here," I said, handing Charlie the money I was going to give to Derek. I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding and fiddled with my fingers. "Well bye then!" Charlie said and slammed the door shut. He rolled his eyes and took the pizza box from me. "Again I'm sorry," I said, looking down at my feet. "Anyways... pizza?" I said, trying to forget what happened, looking back up. Charlie sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry. I just can't believe his nerve. Its not your fault. Just be more careful." He said. He grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and opened the pizza box, taking out a slice and setting it down on the plate. "Here." He said, handing me the plate. "Thanks." I said, taking the plate from him and sitting down on the couch. Charlie got a plate and followed me, sitting next to me. He turned on a movie, The hunger games, and then we watched it and ate our pizza. We made some jokes during the movie, but it was mostly quiet besides our eating. The movie was almost over, but I was so tired that I let my eyes close for a moment. I thought it was a moment.
