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Six

Charlotte

"Charlotte Parker." a masculine voice says from behind me the next morning as I'm standing by my locker, making me jump. This is weird, no one ever approaches me at school.

I turn around and when I see the same brown eyes that looked at me yesterday, I feel just a bit of disappointment rise in me.

It's Isaac Peters yet again and this time he's flashing an obnoxiously charming smile at me, making two little dimples appear in his cheeks. I'll give Isaac this much, he is pretty damn good looking.

Isaac is brunette and has these obnoxiously cute but hot features that you can't help but stare at sometimes. But Isaac is also the guy in classes that can't keep his mouth shut when the teacher is trying to talk—one of my major pet peeves. Sure, what he says may be funny and all of that, but it still irritates the fuck out of me.

I raise an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

His smile decreases just a bit because he's realised that I'm not falling for his good looks, even if it does look like he made a special effort to look nice today. "You're not new." He says.

I roll my eyes at him, "No shit Sherlock. I've been in classes with you for years."

He does look sorry, I'll give him that much, as he nervously scratches the back of his neck. "Sorry. I honestly had no idea..." He really does just keep digging himself a bigger and bigger hole every time he speaks.

It's almost kind of amusing. I say, "Not really helping, you know?"

He gives a dry laugh, once again looking genuinely sorry that he's never paid me much attention before. "If it helps...my mom says that I do have my good qualities...they're just buried really deep."

This gets a giggle out of me, something that I think shocks even myself. I know that this is what Isaac is good at, at charming people until they're putty in his hands, but I can't help this nagging in my head that he's not out to get me.

"I got a laugh!" He says excitedly, smiling once again. He turns to face the other students in the hallway and when he sees a freshman girl quickly walking with her blonde hair covering her face, he says loudly to her, "I got her to laugh!"

"Stop!" I harp at him, instinctively grabbing at his arm and pulling him closer to the row of lockers so that he's not out harrassing poor little freshmen girls. "You practically mortified that poor girl."

He chuckles, throwing a quick look over his shoulder towards the little blonde girl who's now practically sprinting the rest of the length of the hallway. Once she's gone from sight he looks back at me and then, for some reason, his eyes look down at my arm. But when I realised why, that it's because my fingers still have a good grip on his, of course, muscular arm, my cheeks start to burn.

I immediately let go and then tuck my fingers into the front pocket of my jeans. Thankfully Isaac doesn't let the situation get any more awkward. Instead he just asks me, "Who do you have next period?"

"Mr. Harrison for biology, why?" I ask him confusedly. Honestly, I'm still kind of reeling from the fact that one of the most popular guys in school is talking to me. It's so out of the blue. Is he talking to me just because I put in a little more effort with my appearance yesterday? Is that the only reason?

He gives me a cute toothy smile before reaching out and grabbing my books from the hand that isn't buried into denim pockets. Tucking them under his arm before I can even start to protest, he says persuasively, "I'll walk you."

Not knowing if I should trust him or not, look at what happened last time I trusted a guy like him, I shake my head and say, "No that's okay. It's probably out of your way and..."