The Bad Boy and the British Girl

The Boy and my Best Friend

Note there may be some slightly graphic descriptions of sex and mature matured scenes (not too hardcore promise just a little bit more than usual)

Elizabeth Baker's POV:

"What did you want to talk about?" I ask Charlie as she settles down on the end of my bed as a nestle into my desk chair.

"Well I'm not going to tell you now, also I get an explanation as to why he is here!" She snorts at Zach who is sat with a false offended facial expression, I laugh at Charlie's suspicions and explain why he was in my room. I explain the black eye as well, knowing she wouldn't drop it if I didn't.

"The bastard!" She yells, her face fuming with anger. "Was your sister there?!" She demands an answer. Sister? Does Zach have a sister? Also how the hell does Charlie know?

"Sister?" I raise an eyebrow at Zach, we are all sat in a circle on my bed.

"Yeah, Sophie, she's six." He answers with a small glow of pride in his eye.

"That's adorable, how'd I not know about this?" I ask him, cocking my head. A small smile spreads across his face.

"Because you didn't ask kitten! And answering your last question Charlie, she was there. My mom was out, but I sent her upstairs as soon as I saw it was him. I thought it was her friend until I saw the boots." He shakes his head, there's still a smile on his face but we can both tell that he's teeming with anger.

"You never know, it could have been a really big six year old." I say nudging him, which lightens his face up a bit. We all laugh a little and then Zach's head snapped up once more.

"Charlie, why are you here anyway? I feel an explanation for an explanation is a fair trade?" He raises a brow at her before she rolls her eyes.

"Not with you here will I say anything!" She squeals it slightly.

"He won't tell anyone! Come on just tell us!" I plead, holding onto her knee in desperation.

"Anyway I probably have a clue as to what it could be about." Zach states, putting a glass of orange juice to his lips.

"What is it tell me?" I beg him now, I hate being in the dark I really do, well only when it comes to Charlie. But her life is my life and my life is hers, we tell each other everything. Zach slowly shakes his head.

"It may have something to do with a Mr Golding..." he takes another sip of his juice before I snap my head to look at Charlie, who's face is getting redder by the second.

"Oh my god! It's finally happening between you two!" I squeal as I hold her hands and she smiles gleefully at me.

"Yeah I drove him home..." she goes quieter at the end of her sentence.

"Charlie. You didn't?" I look at her as she turns her face away, I've always known of Max basically being in love with Charlie since they were five, he only started to actually show he liked her about six months ago, but in August George lost his temper. They had decided to cut it off, but apparently that wasn't very effective.

"Didn't what?" Zach looks at me, I don't turn away from Charlie, I get a small glimpse at her eyes. They are gleaming with joy and excitement.

"You slept with him! I knew it!" I slap her knee whilst laughing my head off. She lunges for me to muffle my mouth.

"Shhh! I don't want anyone to know okay?!" She looks at me and I nod, grinning as I sit back up.

"You slept with Max?" Zach pipes up, he looks confused. "How long has this thing been going on for?" Zach stares at Charlie and she looks at me,I return a reassuring nod, knowing he won't say anything.