The Bad Boy and the British Girl

The Boy At My Window

Authors note: Hey guys! I'm really getting into the flow of this story now, this is the seventh chapter and just above you can see who I picture Charlie to be (Chloe Moretz), don't forget to comment and vote, thank you and I hope you enjoy!

Elizabeth Baker's POV:

I am sitting down at my desk, furiously typing up my script for Monday, I know it's Friday, but why would I want to waste my weekend doing something that should've been done by someone else weeks ago? Non of my group decided to help me with it so I guess I'll conquer the whole script myself. For a thirty minute production this is taking a lot longer than I would have expected. I love drama though, it's my favourite subject by far and not to mention the only one that isn't plagued by one of the boys. Those stupid boys, I'm not one to cry and break down often, but once you tease someone for four years because of their dating status it gets quite hard to keep on a plastered smile. I have good reasons for me not wanting to date and it's not because I'm frigid or any of the other names they call me, why can't guys understand this?

"Hey sweetie," there are three knocks at my door "I just wanted to bring you in some hot chocolate, I can see you're busy and that you've had a stressful day." My mum says as she walks up behind me. I can smell the sweet chocolatey goodness from my desk. I turn around and take it from her gratefully.

"Thanks mum, you are amazing." I murmur as I take a quick sip before setting the mug down and begin typing again. She ruffles my hair and puts a hand on my shoulder and the other on my cheek as she kisses me on the forehead.

"Let's see what you're doing then shall we?" She announces, proudly as I swivel my chair out of the way to let her read it. My mum analyses my script from one end to another and looks at me with a great big grin. "It's wonderful sweetheart, well done I'm so proud of you for this! But I'll leave you to it okay?" She says, a hint of question. I nod at her with a hum of agreement and she walks out of my room leaving the door to click behind her. My mother and I are incredibly close, I tell her pretty much everything, we've been through everything together and I couldn't love her more. I have her brown hair and green and hazel eyes and I couldn't be prouder to share the same looks with her.

After typing for a while, I can hear a tapping at my window. It's about 10:30 and I've been typing for an hour, I am assuming it's just a bird so I carry on writing. The tapping is now becoming more and more loud, I turn to my window and I can't see anything. I walk over there and open it slightly, only to be faced with a Mr. Zach Graye.

"Oh my god, leave me alone please, I've had it with you and your teasing!" I yell at him over the gap between our houses.

"Wait, don't shut the window. I need to talk to you, please?" He says, almost like he's pleading. I sigh and open the window further.

"What Graye?!" I huff out.

"I want to apologise," I cock my head in confusion, apologise? He actually knows what he has done? "I know I upset you today and I want to say sorry..." He says. with a raised eyebrow and a small smile.

"And last night." I say, bluntly.

"What?"

"Last night, you annoyed me last night as well." I hiss.

"Oh, the music. Yeah sorry about that too..." He admits.

"And the coming into my room at the dead of night! I have known you one day Graye and already you have pushed my limits? Why?" I question forcefully.

"I don't know, I uh guess it's amusi-"

"It's amusing to make my life a misery? Is that what fun is to you?!" I interrupt.