Meet Charlie

(4) James Bond and Sweetheart

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Flora's POV

"I wouldn't jump I were you, it's going to hurt terribly".

I spun around, almost falling off of the ledge, to see a boy with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes that could be seen metres away. Something about them made me think of the ocean. One that you could easily get lost in. And the playful look he was using them for, just made me remember how childish he was being. He was stood casually with his hands in his pockets, as if he wasn't witnessing something so tragic as a suicide death. His striped, red tie was pulled down and the top button was undone. knew why he was out of class. And I knew that he was probably supposed to be in isolation.

"And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?" I hissed. It was supposed to be so simple. I was going to jump. Die. And that would be the end of it. But no. This ignorant boy had to stand in the way.

"I'm not, I'm simply saying what I would and wouldn't do," he said whilst grinning that stupid grin of his.

"Well I'd rather you didn't; I don't even know you." And I'm not intenting to find out, I secretly thought.

"Foster, Charlie Foster," Charlie said whilst taking ond of his hands out of his pocket to outstretch to me. Obviously thinking he was going to get a handshake out of someone who wasn't showing any signs of interest. Not even in shaking his hand.

I simply eyed Charlie's hand as if my eyes didn't approve. Which they clearly didn't as I silently declined his offer.

"Oh sorry, I almost got you mixed up with James Bond," I commented.

"I see you're a fan?" He replied, not taking any hurt after the put down handshake incident.

"Nobody needs to be a fan to know Bond's oh so famous introduction you just clearly used".

Charlie had a glint in his eye all the time I was saying the comebacks. As if he was enjoying the playfulness that was going on between us. It was only moments later that Charlie realised I was still on the roof.

"Wouldn't you like to get down off of the ledge before we start going deeper into the conversation sweetheart?" He said before offering his hand yet again. Was he that desperate? I thought. Why does he even care? Why didn't he just let me fall into the pit of death? We are strangers after all.

"I'm not desperate, I just don't want such a lady to fall by accident," Charlie stated.

I let down his kind offer once again and cursed at myself for talking outloud again.

"I can get down myself you know, and my name is Flora. Flora Whyte. Not sweetheart," I made sure to tell the amused teenager in front of me as I stepped down off of the ledge. Silently saying goodbye to any chance I had of meeting her mum again. Sorry mum. Another time. I promise. I turned back to face a smirking James Bond wannabe.

"And we are not going deeper into any conversation. Okay?" I shoved past him and continued walking back to the door. Desperate to get away from him.

"Oh sweetheart, that hurt right here." I spun back round to see him pointing in the area where his heart is.

"And on my shoulder where you shoved me just then. You have a really bony shoulder, you know that sweetheart?"

I was on the vurge of something. That something is me slapping the guy right there and then. However, all I was doing now, was giving him the dirtiest look possible.

"If looks could kill," Charlie teased. Entertaining for him. Frustrating and humilating for me.

"You know, that smug look of yours? You might wanna stop or the whole school is gonna hate you for it." Smuggy Charlie. I could almost see it now. The whole school on a rampage to hunt for him and torture him until he begs for mercy. As horrible and cruel as it is, it made me smile.

"You look pretty when you smile sweetheart."

Alas, I was brought back to reality by Charlie's childish words and playful smirks.

"Fudge off," I muttered. Yes, I tried to avoid cursing as much as possible so I tend to refer swear words to food. I continued to walk towards the suspiciously far away door which took way too long to get to, but I finally got there. Curse mum's true words.

"See you around sweetheart!" Charlie yelled.

"Don't count on it," I mumbled truthfully.

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Charlie grinned as she left and saw one final sight of a strand of hair before she vanished. Flora Whyte, Charlie thought as he looked over the city buildings. Who knew there would be a girl like that? Feisty, but genuine.