Charlie's POV
Since my shift ended early I decided to go to the park to clear up my mind from all the confusion Zac has now caused.
I sat on the bench by the pond, this has been my happy place since I started high school. I came here after my first day of freshman year, I had just moved to this small town in the middle of nowhere it seems and I didn't know anyone, at all.
FLASH BACK
Unfortunately, it's now lunch time, I haven't even made any friends yet. Which means I don't have anyone to sit with...
Where should I sit?I saw an empty table in the corner of the cafeteria so I went and sat there, by myself. I faced away from the rest of the room and resumed reading Romeo and Juliet, my all time favorite book. I plugged in my head phones to my iPod and pushed play on my "Red Hot Chili Peppers" playlist. I took one more look around the cafeteria and spotted a boy looking at me, he smiled and I smiled back. He had nice brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, not to mention his smile was like sunshine on a rainy day. I blushed and looked away when Jenna, his girl glared at me. I tried to remember his name or how I knew him. He was from my maths class, his name is Zac. I sighed, knowing he was the popular kid here, at least he seemed nice.
I opened the book to rid myself of my thoughts. As I read, I forgot all about the outside world, the fact I had no friends within a thousand of miles, the fact that I was going to be all alone at this place, and the fact that no one liked me. Out of nowhere there was something cold splashed on my head and it ran down my shirt, it went everywhere.
I screeched and looked behind me, there stood the most popular girl in school and Zac's girl, Jenna Adams. She was holding an empty bottle of Gatorade over my head, which is what splashed amongst me.
"Oops." Jenna said, as everyone continued to laugh, I felt myself start to cry. I rose to my feet grabbing my bag and my book and pushed past her. I walked quickly with my head down and bumped into someone, I looked up and saw his blue eyes searching my face with concern, "are you okay?" He asked genuinely worried.
I shook my head and squinted my eyes at him in a glare, I moved around him and I ran to the bathroom and tried to dry myself up. My whole shirt was stained, my hair was wet and sticky, and I had mascara running down my face due to the crying.
I pushed open the back door to the school and just walked out. And kept walking until I reached the park, I looked around at my surroundings. There was a pond, with beautiful scenery all around it.
I spotted a little bench right by the pond so I sat there, this place makes me feel at peace.
FLASH BACK OVER
From that day on whenever I needed to clear my head or just relax, I come to this exact spot. It's like I can really be me here, I can do whatever, and be whoever I want here.
I don't bring anyone here, ever, since I literally never see anyone here I claim it as my secret happy place. I haven't ever told anyone where it is or anything about it, like I have anyone to tell anyways. I just tell my stepmother I'm going to work.
I've been here for almost 2 hours and I'm slowly starting to get my mind off of Zac. Every few minutes I start thinking of something else, but then he faintly comes back.
I think it's working so I keep letting my mind wander, and I feel like I have almost completely forgot about what happened today, until I heard that oh so recognizable voice behind me.
"Hey what are you doing here?" I turn to see Zac standing at the end of the bench I was sitting on.
"I always come here.." I admitted, I looked down shyly and then looked back up into his eyes and asked, "What about you? Why are you here?"
"Ehh I needed some fresh air away from the guys so I decided to take a walk." He answered, I just nodded and looked away, back to the pond. "Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked, pointing to the bench spot next to me.
I shook my head no, "No I guess." He sat down right next to me, our legs were touching so I moved mine away. He looked at me with a questioning gaze.
"You guess? Do you not like me, or something?" He asked, I swear he had a look of hurt for a second, but his smirk quickly appeared.
"No I mean you, your popular, I'm not- uhhh I mean you are dating with Jenna, she hates me, all of your friends hate me, so do you- I- I should go." I rambled on, quickly standing up and struggling to get away as soon as possible.
"What?- wait Charlie! Wait up!" He shouted, running after me. I didn't even know he knew my name, but I started running anyway, afraid he was mad at me or something. He was much faster than me, so he caught up quickly. Once he did he grabbed my forearm and turned me around to face him.
"I don't hate you, and I most certainly am not dating Jenna, she is a bitch to everyone- Wait are you afraid of me?" He could see the fear in my eyes, so I quickly looked away. He tilted my head back to face him with his hand, "why do you fear me?" He looked hurt and this time he didn't hide it.
I felt bad because I seem to keep hurting his feelings. "Jenna and your friends have always bullied me and they never going to stop, I'm afraid you'll start hurting me too." I said, trying to pull away from him. It's no use though he is strong.
"I hate when they bully people, especially when they do it to you- " "ZAC?!? WHERE ARE YOU?!" It was his group of friends, they were looking for him. Zac could see the fear and panic in my eyes return, "here take this, I will go to them, they won't get to you, you have time to run away, bye Charlie." He said quietly caressing my face in his hands, but rushed as he handed me a slip of paper, gave me one last smile and ran away.
I started to run the opposite way, I didn't stop running until I reached home. I ran through the door and into my room, once my bedroom door was closed I looked down at my clenched hand. I opened it to see what he had given me. On the slip of paper was his phone number.
I couldn't help, but smile again at how cliche it was. Maybe some people are different from what they seem to be.
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