Lip Gloss And Dirt Bikes {Book One}

Chapter Two

Charlie's point of view

Chapter Two

"Gram, maybe we should break up."

"Break up? Charlie, the other night was-"

"A misunderstanding?"

"Yeah."

"No it wasn't. I understood everything. You aren't in love with me."

"No. But I still love you. I just think it's too early to be rushing things."

"We've been together for two and a half years, Gram. How much time do you need?"

"We're eighteen, Charlie. We've got time to be in love."

Gram sat on the park bench, pulling me down with him.

"I can't do this anymore. I need to know what all of this is."

He smirked. "Can we leave it at dating?"

I wanted to say yes. But something about the nasty feeling in my gut was telling me to say no. It was like there was something more that I had coming. Something better.

"I'll call you."

"Call me? Charlie, I'm right here."

"I know, but I have to go. I'll call you."

I ran towards the parking lot. I was only a few feet from my car when I ran into something hard. I fell to the ground with a small thud.

"Oh, man. I am so sorry. Are you alright?"

His voice was like soft music and his face was like that of an angel's. He had dark brown hair and strong facial features. There was a small cut on my left cheek and a bruise on his forearm. He was dressed in just a casual jeans and t-shirt. But what got me were his eyes. They were so dark. They were almost black. They glissened in the sun.

"Are you alright?" he asked again, helping me up from the ground.

"I..."

"You?" He smiled. "Sorry about that."

"N-no. Don't be. It was my fault."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Th-thanks." I grinned.

"Well, I'm Ben." He held out a hand.

I took the hand and laughed to myself. "Charlie."

"Charlie?"

"M-my name."

"Your name is Charlie?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Nothing." He smiled again. "Sorry again."

"It's okay. I probably should have been looking."

He dropped his hand. "It was nice bumping into you, Charlie."

"Yeah."

"See you around some time." He winked.

He winked. He winked. He winked.

Before I could escape the inner workings of my mind, Ben was gone, wlaking towards a group of guys on the football field. SO much for making a move or something. Maybe this was it, though. Maybe this was the guy I've been searching for. Maybe it was really time to break things off with Gram.

"Charlie?"

I turned around. Gram was standing right there, his face stern and solid.

"You okay?" he questioned.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I watched Ben throw the football he had in his hands.

"Who was that?"

I shrugged. "Ben."

"Ben?"

"Yeah. Hey, it turns out I can't call you."

"You can't?" he asked, worried.

"No, and I still want to break up."

He said nothing.

"Bye."

***

Fabiana slouched onto my bed, staring up at my ceiling. She was still and quiet, taking everything in.

"And he was hot?"

"Yes. Very."

"What was his name?" she asked.

I blushed. "Ben."

"Ben? Sounds like a hot name." She smirked. "And he just ran into you?"

"Yeah."

She shrugged. "OSunds like he wants to see you again. DId you get a phone number?"

"No."

"Not even a last name?"

"No."

I straightended out my blankets, watching as she rubed an imaginary beard with her fingers.

"I guess you'll have to find him somehow."

"He was playing football with some friends. Maybe they play regularly."

"Good idea." She smiled. "Are you sure about this one?"

"Almost."

"What if he's a horrible kisser? Or worse, what if he has an embarrassing laugh?"

I scoffed. "Seriously?"

"Just saying. I mean, no girl wants a guy who has an embarrassing laugh."

"You mean you don't want a guy with an embarassing laugh."

"Right."Fabiana played with the ends of her hair, grinning. "So, do you think he's a good kisser?"

"Fabi, please. Is that all oyu think about?"

"No. I think about other things. Like, does he have nice hair? Is his body pretty nice, too? What about his teeth? Are they straight?"

"Fabi, I just saw him today. Who cares right now?"

"Me. I care."

"Of course you do. You always care."

My phone buzzed on the surface of my bed. Gram's name lit up on the screen.

"Are you going to answer it?"

"I don't know. Should I?"

"I think you should."

I picked up the phone and answered his call.

"Hello?"

"Charlie, is Ben a guy you like?"

"Why are you asking me this?"

"I just want to know."

"Why do you care? We broke up."

"I know, but I want to know if you liked him while we were together."

"Gram, I just met him today."

"Today? You've already moved on?"

I sighed. "Gram, I'm hanging up."

"Wait, Charlie." I could hear Slate making fun of him in the background. "I don't want to break up."

"It's kind of too late. It's already been done."

Fabi laughed, still playing with the ends of her hair.

"Can't we get back together?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea right now."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I'm hanging up."

I pressed the 'end' button and set the phone on the table.

How was I going to get rid of him?

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Author's Note: This was a short chapter. Sorry. Another short chapter will be posted later. Thanks for reading! XOXO. ~Lulu