The mind of a not so normal, American teenager.

Fudge nuggets

Now then. A year had passed since what I'm now referring to as 'The incident' in my room. I moved so that poor poor wall is no longer my problemo. Yay! Turns out that foot ball player I had thought was listening to me, was just bored, and I never actually spoke more than a few words to him later. I had gotten a different kind of guy though so there's no complaints here. Speaking of the devil.....

"Hey Charlie, what's up?", said a pretty damn sexy voice right in my ear. I could feel the warm air of his breath brushing past. So I did the only semi rational thing I could sorta think of aka, completely instinctually. Being moi, I jumped what felt like a foot in the air and on my way managed to bash my head against his nose.

"EEP" Great noise.

That is, to squeal. Sounds like a freacking guinea pig giving birth, or maybe a broken toy, or perhaps a dog that was just stepped on. Just oh so sexy.

"Oh my gosh! I'msosorryihadnoideayouwerethere, I mean I guess that's the point but-"

Fucking hell. He's chuckling now. Damn cute bastard laughing at my ramblings. He's got bright blue greenish eyes, dark hair, and a jaw that Michelangelo himself would be proud of. Pretty tall too, 6'2" to be precise. He was lean almost on the skinny side, but as far as fellow sophomores go, not to shabby. Anyways,

"I can't say it's my favorite greeting but it seems to be the only one I get" Josh says, still chuckling. The cheeky turd. We'll see who lives longer now.

"Well maybe if you stopped going all ninja on me it wouldn't be that way idjit." I huffed.

"Yeah, but you get so cute when you're surprised. And it's kinda funny to watch you get all flustered like that."

Freaking turdlett. Thinks he can get away with upsetting the almighty and powerful Charlotte! I'll show that son of a biscuit. But first, cue evil laugh.

"Liz?"

No response. I gotta be strong.

"Hey, Liz?"

Nothing. Zip. He won't get anything out of me.

"Liz you're making that face again."

What?

"Liz. Please stop making that face, bad things happen in your head when you make that face."

That's right be afraid. Be very afraid popsicle stick.

"Liz?! I'm sorry, really! I'll never call you cute or make you mad again! Scouts honor."

I smile one last evil grin before turning to face him while plastering a sweet expression on my face. At least I hope it was. That's the best material I've got! Maybe.

"Zack, mon cœur , all is forgiven."

Yeah right. Bitch wasn't ever a boy-scout either.

"Are you, are you sure Charlie? You looked pretty mad."

Damn right I did string bean. Funny though how little old me at 5'4" can make a guy with such a height advantage nervous. Heheheheh. This is gonna be good. Like better than warm caramel brownies good. I'm getting hungry just thinking about it.

"Of course I'm not mad mon chère. I was just a little bit surprised is all. But to make up for it I want a kiss." Right, focus Charlie.

At this he relaxes and pulls me to the side of the hallway, out of the crowd and leans down. Our lips brush for just a second before I can't hold back my smirk any longer and punch him in the chest.

"Ooof"

Sounds like I hit a tad harder than I thought. Good. Serves him right calling angry me adorable. He's looks up and I freeze.

"Ah shit." I'm definitely gonna die for that. So worth it though!

Giggling, I run as fast as I can down the hall weaving in and out of people to confuse him. Thankfully, I'm short enough so that people treat me as a ghost and generally don't notice me or, thank gob, my antics. Finally our height difference works to my advantage!

Unfortunately as he's so tall people part like the Red Sea for him giving him a clear shot straight towards me.

"Fudgey ducklings!" I continue to run as fast as I can praying to find my classroom in time.

Only to remember I'd been heading to lunch. Which is a period Zack and I have together. Fucking hell. Unfortunately I'm nowhere near as fast as he is. Here's a comparison. It took him, the athletic lacrosse player with looooong legs six minutes to run a mile. It takes me the mostly unathletic nerdlett 10ish minutes to complete a mile. In other words I'm more screwed than a table in shop class.

A few seconds before he catches up to me I smack into someone. I look up. Thank god!

"Megan! Buddy, pal, amiga, bestie for the restie, my BFFL, bud, chum, mate, sister, friend, trusted associate, partner in crime! Help me!" She just smirked and stepped aside to let Zack capture me. Traitor.

I didn't start running again fast enough!

"Fudge nuggets!!! MEGAN YOU TRAITOR!!!!"

Josh gave me an evil smile of his own which I have to admit it quite amazing. Just. Like. MeOww. Anyways he proceeded to sling me over his shoulder back pack and all and that's just not cool broski.

"That wasn't very nice Charlotte. It's timeout for you."

" Josh, mon amour, mon chère, ma vie. Please please please put me down darling. I'm sorry but you wounded me to my very core! And I simply couldn't let an injustice as grave as that pass by! No way José!"

No response.

" Fine you son of a biscuit! Put me down an-" I cut off suddenly, spotting a potential savior. Zack turned his head to look at me, slightly unsure of what I was about to do. It was too late. I had a plan.

"JILLY BEAN HELP ME!" She looked unconvinced.

"I'LL GIVE YOU CHOCOLATE AND BAKE YOU VANILLA CUPCAKES WITH CHOCOLATE GANASH FROSTING AGAIN!!"

Her gaze suddenly became that of a finely honed predator. That did it. I'm saved! Jacob shifted uncomfortably. Evidently I'd blasted his eardrum. Serves him right.

Here's the thing about Jillian. She can be completely and utterly terrifying despite her short stature. She also has a killer punch, so Josh has got one hell of a storm coming his way. My amazball friend will do anything for chocolate and frankly those cupcakes to quote Liz, 'Taste like heaven's shit fell down a rainbow' which apparently is a good thing.

A/n This seems like a good place to leave things off. Vote, follow and comment please! I really wanna know what u think