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Please (Zac Efron fanfiction)

You're not going to ever know right from wrong, until it's too late, when the mistake has already shown through what you believed was a perfectly strong exterior. You'll be thinking "How could this happen? I didn't even do anything!" That's where you must've gotten confused, because a mistake is an action that is wrong! Most mistakes are accidental, it's very common to make mistakes, but it is those who try to run from them and hide instead of stand there ground, telling yourself to just try harder, even if you need a little push from a friend to go ahead and take the first step. One mistake can change everything, but one being with a big enough heart, who is willing to change the wrong and guide it into the right mind will be strong enough to make everything the way it should be.

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Charlie's POV

I woke up and looked at the clock. 6:30 A.M. I know it's Saturday, but I have to go to work this early every weekend. I'm still in high school, but since I'm a senior it's okay. It's already March, only a few more months to go. I'll be attending the University of Berkeley in California after summer break. When I finished getting ready I rushed downstairs to cook breakfast for my nasty stepmother, Deborah..

I placed her plate of food on the table just as she entered the kitchen, "Good morning." I said quietly as she walked in.

"What's with you and always mumbling?!" She yelled, she has always been mean to me.

"I'm sorry." I only apologize because of what happened the one time I talked back. Knowing what she is capable of doing scares me. She scares me. I still get nightmares of what happened. "I'm going to work now. I made you breakfast, it's on table." I grabbed my keys and hurried out. Her laughter was the last thing I heard.

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Note: I don't actually believe Zac Efron is an obnoxious jerk, I love him, its just for the story!
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I headed off to one of my many part time jobs, I'm still saving up as much as I can because with college coming up I'm going to need all the money I can get.

I walked into Okay Café, it's quite small, but is well known amongst this town. I placed myself behind the register and within the first 20 minutes of being here the last people I'd ever want to be here walked into the coffee shop. Zachary and his 'group'... They're the populars from my high school and are the most conceited people I've ever had the displeasure of knowing. All of them are so obnoxious, I hate them and at this moment I wish I could just shrink into the corner and disappear.

They walked up to the counter and Zac smirked when he saw me behind it. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Uh working?" I was a little nervous, I'm a really shy person and it doesn't help when they are all staring at me.

"Slut *cough cough*" one of his stupid friends fake coughed that one word that his friends would always call me, ever since junior year and I don't even know why they'd call me that. Only his friends call me that, he himself has never insulted me, I don't know why, but I still dislike him because he is like there idiot leader or something and though he hasn't done anything mean to me himself he still hasn't stopped his friends from terrorizing me.

"Come on guys, be nice. Lets just give her our orders and leave." I was shocked, he had never made them stop being mean to me before...His friends seemed just as surprised as me causing him to explain himself quickly. " We can't be late to the game, remember?" He finished off with a nervous chuckle, after a chorus of 'fines' and 'yeahs' and all of there orders were given they finally left the counter to the chairs to wait for their orders to be done. Zac stared at me for a minute and then turned and walked towards the tables.

When they finally left with their orders, I couldn't help, but smile thinking about Zac standing up for me kind of, no one has ever stood up to them for me, but I don't like him still... It doesn't make sense for me to just start liking him and his cute face just because he stops them one time. I could never trust someone like him because he is friends with my bullies and well your friends tend to influence you. That must mean I don't have any influence, I don't have any friends. Books and music are my only friends.

My shift ended and I left with confusion. Why did he stand up for me?