One Smile Please

Chapter Seven

One Smile Please

Chapter Seven:

I realised that it was only five, so I decided to go on a run to clear my mind. It was warm outside, which was why I wore a tank top and some sport shorts. I grabbed my iPod and left. Throughout the run all I could hear was Tyler. His words from my dream. They echoed inside my head, refusing to be forgotten, so I did the only thing I could I sped up and pushed every muscle within me to the limit until all my brain could register was the pain. I don't know how long it'd been but when I got back, Jenny was standing there looking frantic.

"When the hell did you leave?" I didn't answer her, instead I went and collapsed on the sofa. Ouch, everything hurt. "When did you leave Charlie?" I was going to put my hand up and show her five fingers, but that seemed like more effort, so I just murmured it. "Are you fucking kidding me? You ran for two and half hours, straight?" Shit that meant I was going to be late. I got up, as painful as it was, to walk past Jenny but she blocked me. "If you think you're going to work, then you've got another thing coming."

"Jenny move, I'm not in the mood." I said shoving past her. After getting dressed I headed out, but Jenny was standing outside my room. Arms crossed over her chest. She looked... what's the word? Livid.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself Charlie! You can't keep torturing yourself!" When I didn't reply she kept shouting, "It's been a year, a whole fucking year! You have to move on! Tyler wasn't only your boyfriend! He was my brother! And if you think that even for a second, I blame you, I will-ugh!" She groaned, trying to calm down, "I never have and never will blame you for what happened Charlie, you know that!"

"I'm going to be late," I said and sidestepped her, heading straight for my car, which meant that I had had no breakfast. Well I was going to be in a snappy mood... The project was almost coming to an end and I was happy about that, as it meant I didn't have to see Mr Unresponsive for much longer and didn't have to travel as far. I was late, but I could honestly not be bothered. I also realised I had forgotten my laptop at home. Well fuck. I walked into Fraser's cabin without knocking, and was not expecting to see Camilla. Making out with Fraser.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" asked Camilla pulling away, and trying to sort herself out.

I gave her a worn out sigh, "I work here Camilla,"

"You're such a gold-digger! Isn't that why you dated Vincent?" I just didn't have the energy to fight right now, so I decided to ignore her and plop down on the couch, on which I had been working for the last few weeks. It was extremely comfortable. I "Isn't that why you dated... Tyler?" she whispered tauntingly. How the fuck did she know that I dated Tyler? "Poor thing, probably drove off that bridge just to get away from you," I gulped, unshed tears had gathered in my eyes but I wouldn't let Camilla see me cry. I could see Fraser looking extremely shocked as well in the background. Slowly I got up and walked up to Camilla until I was close enough to appear intimidating.

"You're a bitch, and I hope you rot in hell, plus at least I can say that I've never had to beg, for love," With that I left.

When I got to my car, I was incapable of driving. I was trembling too much. After finding my phone I tried to reach Simon, but he wasn't picking up. I considered calling Jenny but after our fight this morning, it didn't seem like a good idea...

I wasn't crying but my hands wouldn't stop shaking. Just as I was about to man up, I heard a tap on my window, it was Fraser. I ignored him. He tapped again. I ignored again. Then when he did it again, out of frustration I rolled down my window. "What do you want Fraser? If you want to start a pity party because my boyfriend died, then I assure you I will serve you your dick on a silver platter."