Hurt-part 1

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While we were riding over to Nick's house he asked what happened. I didn't really wanna talk about it but he's literally my only friend and probably best friend I told him what happened. "Man I'm so sorry Charlotte, was your dad at work?" He says. "Yea he works late shifts and won't be home until 8:00, my mom was supposed to be at work.." I replied. "Oh." He said. Soon after we arrived at his house, I was a little confused because he doesn't live with his parents he has his own house. I didn't ask about it though. "You want something to eat?" He asks. "No I'm good for now."

A couple hours later we made some popcorn and watched a movie. While we were sitting on his couch I realized that we were cuddling! I had so many butterflies in my stomach I felt like I was gonna puke!! Later we fell asleep on the couch.

NICKS POV:
When I first met Charlotte I didn't really like like her but now that I know her she's the most amazing person ever! When we came to my house we ended up watching a movie and I cuddled up next to her. I could smell her strawberry shampoo and it smelled like heaven! Later she fell asleep and I carried her up into my room and I slept on the couch.

BACK TO CHARLOTTES POV:

I woke up the next morning in someone's bed, I didn't know who's and I was very confused. Then I started to rennet everything that happened yesterday. "I'm at Nicks house!" I thought. I put on some light makeup a cute flannel, ripped black jeans, of course my converse! I headed downstairs and saw nick sleeping on the couch. I didn't want to wake him up because he looked so cute but I had to or else we were gonna be late for school!

When we walked into school together I could see people staring and whispering to each other. "Don't worry about those bitches." Nick told me. I couldn't help but want to hear what they said but I didn't do anything about it.

Hey! I know they title doesn't make sense for this chapter but next chapter it will make a lot more sense, the next chapter is written by personal experience.- 💗 Julia

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