wonderland // an interracial romance

two.

Charlotte was more than grateful when the bell sounded, moving quickly towards the exit of her classroom. She was supposed to go to the cafeteria next, but this time around she wasn't hungry. She still knew she needed to grab something and put it in her purse if she didn't want to go hungry later. Charlotte knew she had gotten lucky when she had gotten Mrs. Jefferson for study hall; she always let the people in her class eat as long as they cleaned up after themselves.

She quickly made her way down the staircase closest to the cafeteria all while avoiding multiple groups of people bunched around lockers. Charlotte had spotted a group of Anthony's friends nearby, but debated if she wanted to go by and say hello to them. They were his friends, not hers, and they didn't click together unless Anthony was around. They were just a group of guys when he wasn't.

"Charlie!"

Dammit.

She had a choice: either she could walk up to them and try to attempt a conversation before going to lunch with Anthony or she could simply ignore them and possibly face retaliation from them and Anthony, saying that she was practically going deaf.

Charlotte chose the latter.

She kept her head down, letting her black curls fall over both sides of her face, casting a shadow from her eyebrows down to her waist, before speed-walking past the group. Charlotte had been walking quickly, but had jerked back when she felt her arm being pulled in the opposite direction.

"C'mon baby girl," a low voice started her. "How come you can't say hi? We just wanted to see you before Tony hides you for the rest of the day."

"Then you can see me at lunch. I have to go."

"Damn," the hand traveled from her arm to the small of her back. "Can't even talk to you without starting a fight."

She shoved his hand away and mustered up as best of a glare that she could. "Jung-Chul, don't ever put your fucking hands on me like that again."

A snickering laugh came from the Korean-born male along with the group behind him, making Charlotte's blood run cold. She hated whenever he would act like this, but no one really seemed to notice or they really just brushed it off as him just playing. Well, 'just playing' isn't going to work when someone knocks him on his ass.

Jung-Chul, or JC as Anthony and his friends called him, had to be the most irritating, and handsy, out of the group, but he was still tolerated. Midnight black hair, tired but constant lust-filled eyes and a lean figure that towered over anyone would've made any girl fall to their knees for him, considering how he took care of himself. However, it wasn't looks that they were after when someone met Jung-Chul; it was money. Charlotte was pretty sure that his parents owned some software company, so in his mind that gave him a pretty valid excuse to be a douche bag. Nevertheless, she didn't want to be around him.

"That's cute Charlotte," he sighed, his voice quickly turning rough. "I'm not sure who you're talking to, but I'm pretty sure with your 'fierceness', you scared them since no one else is here."

She looked around her immediate surroundings as her anxiety built up. Not only was Charlotte late for lunch, but it was just her and Jung-Chul in the hallway. His group had long disappeared after the bell had rang, but JC had decided to stay instead of leaving with them. She had been snapped out of her thoughts when the familiar rough hands had grabbed at her waist once again, tracing small circles into her hips.