Bad Boy Complex

Chapter 3

A/N *** above house is Charlotte's family's house***

Alice POV

As I waved good bye to my new found best friend, I honestly couldn't believe I was able to make a friend. Charlotte Marx no less. I didn't know her family was rich, but it was great having someone that understood so much about everything I was dealing with on a daily basis, and throughout my entire childhood.

Of course my idiot brother would try to make a move on her sooner or later. He and I are going to need to have a chat about that. I am not looking forward to this. I sigh so hard it hurts as I pull my car out of the lot to head back home.

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Charlotte POV

I shut the door to the garage as quietly as possible, and had already slipped my shoes off, trying to manage the least amount of noise to make it to my room.

"Charlotte." Shit.

I turned my head toward the living room, which had a clear sightline to my body on the stairs. "Nathan. How lovely of you to join the family. How long has it been? Six months now?" Sarcasm dripped from my voice but a smile was plastered on my face.

My father stood pulling on his suit and adjusting his tie. "Is that any way for you to greet your father? After all, I am providing you with an education." He raised a brow and turned to stare at me.

I rolled my eyes and glared daggers at him. "My professors are providing me an education. You are paying for it."

He huffs, "Fine. Be that as it may, your mother called me in a fuss last night because you didn't come home. Would you care to explain yourself?"

"Would you care to explain why you haven't been home in six months, yet are questioning me about my whereabouts for one night?" I fired back.

My father's face turns as red as a tomato. " Charlotte, I will not stand for this any longer-"

"What? For me being an adult? Me talking back? Standing up for myself? Stating the obvious?" I look at the ceiling as I list numerous things; counting them on my fingers.

The front door slams, causing my father to jump, and I laugh inwardly. My mother wobbles in, shopping bags in hand. She very clearly has been drinking. "Good God, Gloria, have you no sense of decency?" My father raged.

"Oh, Nathan, it's just a bit of wine." She gave a small laugh. Noticing me she finally smiles, "Oh, I wondered where you might have been, you could have called." I smirked for a moment. She didn't seem as if she was as worried as my father had made her out to be.

"Well, the cops didn't come here to say I was dead, so here I am. I'm going to take a shower, I have places to be." I began to trek upstairs, I didn't want to hear their conversation, and I didn't care to take care of her drunk and passed out again."

"Hopefully to that school I pay so damn much for, Charlotte." My father practically yelled after me.

I ignored him. He won't stop paying for it. He feels too guilty about giving me such a shitty childhood anyway.

As I wrapped my hair up with a towel and brushed my teeth after my shower I began to check my phone, which I had left here all day and night yesterday apparently. A new facebook friend request from Alice Abel, and another from Ryan Abel. Yes to Alice; Hell no to Ryan. I smile at myself in the mirror. That idiot has another thing coming.

I don't wear much makeup, and I could hear my parents screaming at each other downstairs. I thew on a sundress, a small amount of mascara, and some wedges. Grabbing my purse from the corner, this time being sure my phone was in it, I snuck down the other side of the stairs and into the garage, and left that God-awful house.