Irreplaceable - Chenry

Something wicked this way comes

Charlotte's POV-

The girls and I went into The Pit. I had a brilliant idea cooking up in my brain that was bound to set the drama ball rolling.

Henry's POV-

The boys and I were at our usual table, discussing our plan of action against the Melanin Queens.

Charlotte not only publicly humiliated me in front of my Squad, but she also gave me a gigantic headache.

Now I was wishing she really haf killed me. It would have taken me out of my misery.

"What can we really do about it Henry? They're girls!"

Dex racked his hands through his hair, looking as stressed as I felt.

"Yeah, but they don't fight like that."

Diego warbled shaking his head, he was holding a napkin full of ice to his lip to keep some of the swelling down.

"Chill, I'm thinking of something."

I said, but really what I was thinking about was Charlotte's tongue in deep combat with mine on that football field.

A shiver ran up my spine and I zoned out a little bit.

"Hey Henry, don't look now but guess who just walked through the door."

By the tone of Dex's voice I had a feeling I wasn't going to like who it was.

"Please tell me it's Beyoncé."

I replied, closing my eyes.

"You wish."

Dex scoffed. I looked up and saw them.

The three bitches from hell.

"Get down!"

Diego slumped down in our booth like a coward.

"Dude, they can't do anything to us here, this is our dominion."

I told him with firm authority, sitting up straight. So what if they saw us? If they tried anything they'll get kicked out.

There's no fighting allowed at The Pit.

We watched the Queens glide through the place like they came here everyday. I had to admit Charlotte looked pretty damn hot in that blood red crop top and tight blue jeans.

She had a black long sleeved shirt tied around her waist, and her shiny white Nikes seemed almost too dressy for a place like the this. 

"Just ignore them."

I muttered, looking away and fixing my attention on the crumpled up straw wrapper in my hand.  

"Yeah, Yeah, sure..."

Dex craned his neck to get a better look at Destiny. He bit his lip and shook his head.

"Damn."

Diego wasn't any better.

If this is how we acted every time a pretty girl walked into the room, we deserved to get our asses kicked.

"Stop looking at them!"

I snapped.

"I can't help it... Desiree is... Wow."

 Diego sighed, staring at Desiree and resting his chin on one hand.

"Let's snap out of it and focus here! Life isn't about big asses and boobs, it's about finding a way to get Charlotte back for jumping us!"

"I say we give up!"