Charlotte's Web

Chapter Two: Meeting Wilson

It has been a week since I'd attacked Charles and I haven't seen him since. It's a good thing too. I'm lucky so far,  have yet to kill a boy. I have a better track record than my mother.

School is probably the most difficulty environment to be in when the succubus in me comes out.

A bunch of hormonal teenage boys more than willing to escape alone with me are just standing around everywhere I turn. I keep my distance. Being a succubus is one of the many reasons I don't date. I'm scared I will hurt whoever I'm with. Also, there's the fact that no one has ever been interested in me.

During Lunch, I take the table outside furthest away from the majority of students in the cafeteria. I sit alone with a book that I have absolutely no intention of actually reading it. I open the thick book to a random page as I take a bite of my apple. I stare at the boring black words typed on the white paper. How do people find this entertaining? I can't even read one full sentence. I always bring a book to lunch everyday in hopes of one day reading it, but I realize I use it just to cover up the fact I'm alone. It would be awkward to just sit here and eat, staring at random things. A book helps, at least I thought so.

I should just bring a cell phone or music player like normal teenagers.

At least, all this alone time allows a girl to think. I wonder what I will be in the future? In a fantasy, I will be singer. I will love to sing in front of large crowds and have the audience cheer me on and applause after I'm finished. I could one day fly in airplane to give sold out concerts or maybe ride a tour bus and give world tours. That's definitely asking for too much though. In reality, whatever I do, it'll have to be something that doesn't involve social interactions. Maybe, I'll become a garbage man. I've heard they actually make more money than teachers.

I allow silence to consume me as I snack on my spicy cheese dip and chips. After each bite, I wash it down with soda to get rid of the burning sensation from the spicy dip. I take a huge chip and scooped up a huge amount of dip. The food is so good, but it burns to the throat. I reach for my soda to find it empty. I begin to panic as my tongue remains on fire.

Water fountain! I need to find a water fountain....

I realize I'm eating in the courtyard and the nearest water fountain will be on the other side of the building. My eyes were watering now and I use all my strength to keep the tears from falling. It will look like I'm crying.

I run over a stranger who had the water bottle press to his lips ready to sip. I yank the water from the stranger's grip, spilling water on my arm in the process. I ignore my wet sleeve for the moment and chug down the wonderful, cold substance. After the burning sensation is gone and the bottle is empty, I give the bottle back to stranger and walk back to my corner.

I feel someone sit across the table, I raise my eyes to see a fairly attractive boy. He wore a beanie over his messy russet hair. His broad shoulders were leaned forward as he rested his arms on the edge of the table. He has the clearest blue eyes; one that makes him look innocent. He smirks my way as I return a look of confusion.

"What do you want?" I ask, growing impatient with him just staring at me.

 "Oh! So, she does speak." His smirk stretches into a grin.

"You know I do, Wilson." Of course I know his name. We've been going to school together since elementary school. It's still weird saying his name out loud, considering we've never spoken directly. It's funny how you can go to school with someone for so long and only know their name.

"Oh! So, she does know my name."

 "Yes." I answer. "You know my name too, so stop saying 'Oh! So, she does blah blah'." I say growing tired of this...I'm not really sure what he wants.

 "Yeah, what is it?" He lifts his face to the sun and press his lips together. "Candy? Charlie? Cat? Carmen? Christina? Cara? Cheyenne?" I wait patiently while he continues acting childish. "Carrie? Camilla? Catherine? Casandra? Courtney? Cynthia? Caitlin? Cady? Cayla? Casey? Cutie?"

Cutie? That's not even a name. That's when I decide to stop the madness.

"What do you want?" I try sound patient and nice, but I'm not nice.

"You owe me."

 "No, I don't." Wilson has never talked to me before and his first impression is not doing so well, I must say.

"Yes, you do."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Whoa. What's with the screaming? He's causing a scene, everyone starts to look over in our direction. I downcast  my eyes to the table. I don't like attention.

"No." I say calmly. My personality was in complete contrast with his. Wilson waves to  the on lookers, who look embarrassed after being caught staring before he returns his attention back to me.

"You owe me a dollar." His voice is much quieter now.

"I do not!" My voice came out louder than expected. "Wait, I do." I say in realization. He's the stranger with the water. The water I took.

"Damn right you do." He looks amused at my little outburst. I didn't even know my voice could obtain such volume.

I grab my wallet from my bag. In my wallet: A string(what is this from?), lint(should clean wallet), library card(never used before), and *drum rolls* a nickel.

If I have ninety-five more cents to match, then that will be amazing.

I can't stop the blush from forming on my cheeks. Who doesn't have a dollar? Me, that's who. I should get a job.

"Um...uh..." I search through each compartment of my wallet, hoping a dollar would magically appear. "I don't have a dollar on me, but I swear I'll pay you back." I answer quickly.

"Too bad. I'm kind of thirsty."

I can't control the guilty feeling. I steal the boys drink and now I can't pay him back.

"I'm joking! Just pay me back tomorrow or whenever." Maybe, his first impression isn't so bad. He's nice.

"I will." I promise him.

He stands up from the lunch table, ready to leave. I force a smile to come across as friendly.

"Take care, Charlotte." He knows my name after all...