Being Charlie

Being Charlie (5)

I walked up my stairs quickly with a cheerful smile spread across my face. Why am I so happy? It was all just a ride. Nothing more, nothing less. I walked up the last step and sped to my room. I plopped down face first onto my bed. Did Asher just bring me home? In his car?

He knows where I live.

I turned and faced my up, starring at a completely white, blank ceiling. What's killing me most is the same question that keeps lingering my head: should I be excited or should I accept the fact it's just his player facade? Asher is so popular. I wonder how many girlfriends he's had. How many girls had kissed his lips or held his hand. One? Two? Three? Twelve?

What did I care?

I shook my head, remembering it was just a simple ride home. Nothing else. He saw I was walking home and maybe that bad boy attitude of his is not so bad after all. You know what they say--looks are deceiving. Kind of hard for me to say when all he's done is sent me a message and gave me a car ride, right?

I sat up straight and grabbed my phone off of my night stand to call Emma. I don't know why, but I had a urge to and because she's my best friend. The line rang twice before she picked up with her sassy voice. When you hear Emma through the phone you can tell she's one of those cheerleader girls with a resting bitch face. But like I said, looks are deceiving. Emma is the most kind hearted, sweetest person you can ever met.

"Look who finally decided to call me."

I let out a small laugh. I laid back down on my bed and looked up at the ceiling while nibbling on the string of my sweatshirt, "Hey!" I defended, "I call you first...sometimes."

I couldn't see Emma, but I knew she was rolling her eyes, "Ha! If you mean sometimes as in once a month aka twelve times a year, yeah, you're right."

I let the string fall out my mouth and bit back a laugh. Emma and her sarcasm. "I do not call you once a month, Em. More like once a week. And hey! I get busy you know. Remember my goal to be--"

Emma interrupted me and said, "Valedictorian. Yes, Charlie, I know."

I laughed, moving my free hand around in the air. "You know me so well, Emma." I retorted.

"Don't I?" She said. "So what's the reason my beloved best friend called me tonight." Emma asked.

What? I can't call my best friend without a reason? Seriously, Emma?

"Although there doesn't have to be a reason! The fact that you called me makes me happy!" She added quickly as if she read my mind.

"I know it's nothing, but Asher gave me a ride home. Don't squeal or anything it's just I wanted to tell somebody and get it off my chest."

I guess Emma didn't get the part about not squealing because she let out a loud dramatic squeal. I sighed and pulled the phone away from ears not wanting to loose my hearing. I left out the part about the text he sent me for my own good.

"My dream is coming true." She said in a sigh-like, dreamy voice. 

I got up from my bed and placed my phone down to take off my hoodie. I slid my shirt back down that rose up and took a glance at myself in the mirror. My heart dropped out of my chest when my eyes met my chest--empty.

My beloved necklace was no longer hanging on my neck and resting gently over my heart. I frantically checked my hoodie and bra in case it slipped off in my bra cups or hoodie pocket. I picked up my phone and brought it back to my ear, "Emma, I can't find my locket. I have to go." I said, hanging up before she could even reply.

I lifted my pillows off my bed and ripped off my bedding. Not on my bed. I moved everything off my dresser and dumped out my laundry hamper. Not there either.