The Outcast

Chapter 13

What's up with the sudden back and forth these days. I'm drained. I need a Charles/James free day for goodness sake. Like I'm only sixteen, what the heck.

I want to be alone so I can find myself again. I've been lost these past weeks.

I need to go somewhere. I need to get away. I need time.

"Mom can I visit grandma for a week?"

"It's no problem but don't you have exams soon?"

"Exams is next two months mom and plus by grandma would be a great place to study."

"Well sure then honey I'll call her tomorrow. I'd also have to call school to tell them you'll be gone a few days."

"Thanks mom."

James was just standing there eating the words out of our mouths. His eyes focused on every word that rolled off of my tongue.

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I left them all down stairs and went up to my room to start packing. I made sure to put some sunscreen in my bag because Florida is hot as heck.

While packing James came up to my room to tell me he's leaving and that my cake tastes great.

I give him a quick, friendly, pat on the back hug and told him later.

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James' POV

Agnes is so beautiful but there's probably someone else now. I wish I could be with her though and comfort her always. Oh well. I'll just have to try more.

As walked onto the front porch and closed the front door behind me, I was pulled away from my thoughts when I felt a tap on my should, from behind, I turn around, "Wait aren't you the creep from next door?" I asked sarcastically.

"Um whatever man, excuse me I'm going to the door."

What if he's the 'someone else.' Oh hell no.

"What you want?"

"I didn't know Ms and Mr Woodford hired a security."

His strong, english accent was so intimidating, ugh.

How could Agnes like him anyway? Look at him. He's so weird. Messy hair. Beat out converse and an old sweater. Looks like he shops in the dump. Dumpster diver. My subconscious adds. I laugh silently. Anyway, I'm not sure if she likes him.

Charles' POV

Who does this punk ass bitch think he is? He better get the fuck out my way before I slam his big fucking watermelon head on the door.

"Look man I don't want any trouble, I just came to see Agnes, that's all"

Why was I even saying anything to this asshole?

"How do you two know each other, are you like her fuck buddy now?" He giggled like a fucking bitch. Then covered his mouth as if he shocked himself by his words.

"Pal, listen that was way out of line.You disrespected me and Agnes as well. So I suggest you get the fuck out my way before I make you."

I really need to ease on the cursing but assholes like this keep testing me.

He moved out the way and I went inside quickly before one thing leads to another and by another I mean me punching the shit out of him.

"Goodnight Ms and Mr Woodford, Is Agnes around, I'd like to speak to her."

"Yes man, she's up stairs packing." Mr Woodford said.

Packing for what?

As I came upon her room, the door was open and our eyes met, immediately.

I just had to ask,

"Agnes, where are you going?"

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