The Outcast

Chapter 3

As I was about to leave the library Charles stopped me.

"Why do you like me?"

What?

"Um...what, how'd you...what?"

"I'm not the boy for you Agnes."

As he said those words, I felt like I wanted to puke through my ass. Like why would he even say that?

It was now 8pm. I'm not the boy for you Agnes. Kept running through my mind. It was highlighted. Like, of all things, my mind decided to continuously remind me of THAT.

I laid across my bed and listened to some of my favourite songs. Best part by H.E.R came on and for some reason I began to think about 'him' again. There was just something about him.

Stop.

"Agnes, there's someone here for you," my mum shouted.

Someone for me?

Who could that be?

I quickly ran down stairs and there he was standing at my front door. Charles. I walked towards him, almost tripping on my own feet.

"Um...hey"

"Agnes can I talk to you for a sec."

Talk to me? About?

"Uh...sure."

He looked as if he came over to apologize for his harsh straightforwardness. Wearing a leather jacket and some jeans and boots. His hair all messy and curly.

"Um...I was like...um...wondering if you...would like to go out with me."

I flushed.

I immediately got butterflies in my tummy. Like, I can't believe he asked me out.

Act cool.

"But we only spoke for the first time today."

He rolled his eyes

"So?"

"Okay. Sure then," I tried to answer as casual as possible. But I'm sure he could've seen how red my cheeks had gotten.

"Well tomorrow then Agnes."

"Tomorrow Charles."

"See, I know that you knew my name," he says and although his back is facing me I could see the smirk on his face.

This Charles.

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