Why'd It Have To Be This Way | Charli D'Amelio x Fem!Reader |

Chapter 2

This one is pretty long

Y/N: normal

Charli: Italics

Dixie: Bold

"She's so stunning," I say in awe, studying her profile and admiring her angelic features.
"You're so whipped, Y/N, seriously, it's getting out of hand now." Lucas murmured, laughing a little under his breath. I flipped him off and went back to admiring her.
"If you've finished, we should probably head to our next class." I nod at his suggestion, not taking my eyes off her until Lucas shoves me off my seat. I reluctantly get up and trail behind him, holding my books under my arm. We arrived at his class and I hugged him before I continued down the hall towards my next class. I walked in through the door and was met with a class full of people I didn't know, that were clearly older than my year group, so I turned to the teacher who was looking at me expectantly. "oh, I'm sorry, i-" and then I saw Dixie sitting in the back of the class, looking at me, waiting for an answer, which for some reason queued the stuttering,

"i-, uh, i. wrong class." I mumbled and turned to get the hell out of there, when the teacher called out, "miss L/N, due to your grades being extremely high in your year group, we've decided to move you to this class, with students a year older." Hearing this, I dropped my books on the ground and stared blankly at the teacher, causing some of the other students to laugh. The teacher sighed and beckoned me over to the only empty seat in the class, which was, of course, next to Dixie Damelio, or in other words, the sister of the girl I had a massive crush on. I shuffled over to the desk and threw my bag on the ground and dropped the books on my desk, slumping into my seat.

I had only been sulking for about 5 minutes until I was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. I looked up and was met with the eyes of Dixie, looking at me pitifully. I rose an eyebrow and she smiled slightly, before moving her head close to my ear and whispering to me.
"Look, I know you probably don't want to be in this class right now, but if I were you, I'd try to show some enthusiasm." shivers rushed down my body as her breath hit my neck before she pulled away, and i bit my lip slightly. Recalling what she said, I looked up and saw the whole class, including the teacher, staring at me. I looked at dixie and saw her facing forward, smirking.

"Uh, what?" I asked quietly but confused. Everyone just laughed and went back to work, leading me to sit there, trying to figure out why I was the centre of attention until Dixie told me it was because my face had gone bright red, making me cringe at the revelation.

At last, the class finished, but not before we were assigned an assignment to do with our partners, and of course, mine was Dixie. Normally, I wouldn't complain, but considering the fact that my parents had been fighting a lot recently, i didn't exactly want to bring Dixie there to work on it, so her house it was, and chances were, Charli would be there too. Surprisingly, I grew to like Dixie a lot more than I originally had, and we walked together out of the school to her car, but before we got there I could see a girl leaning against it looking down on your phone. I immediately knew it was Charli, and I started tensing up. As we got closer, she looked up, and raised an eyebrow seeing Dixie and me together.

"Y/N's my partner for a project," Dixie explained, before unlocking the car door and jumping in the driver's seat, leaving Charli and me to just stand looking at each other awkwardly. Luckily Dixie noticed this, and leaned over, opening the passenger's door for me. I smiled nervously and hopped in, followed by Charli in the back. For the first five minutes, the car was awkwardly silent, until Dixie broke it.
"So, Y/N, aren't you in Charli's year?"
"Oh, um, yeah, I am."
"But we aren't in any classes together."
Dixie nodded at this information and focused on the road ahead, shortly after pulling into a nicely sized house. We got out of the car and Dixie unlocked the door, beckoning me in.

"Mum and Dad are at work, so we'll have the house to ourselves."
"Lucky." I responded before Dixie turned to Charli, "We'll be in my room if you need anything." Charli nodded and sat down at the bench, her eyes lingering on me, making me feel vulnerable under her gaze. I followed Dixie up the stairs into her room. The minute we got into Dixie's bedroom she collapsed onto her bed and groaned, making me laugh a little at her antics.
"Feel free to do all the work." Being the nerd I was, i responded, "Onto it," And sat down at her desk, writing down ideas for the project, all while Dixie lay on her phone spilling her guts to me. After about an hour of this, I spun around in the chair.
"I've known you for about a day, how do you feel comfortable telling me all of this?"
"mm, good question, but it's really quite simple. I get good vibes from you Y/N. I think you're a good kid," this reference made me raise an eyebrow, "I'm only a year younger then you, I hope you're aware." She laughed at this but ignored it, "Come on kid, go get me a drink will ya." I groaned and stood up, opened her door and shuffled down the stairs. Entering the kitchen, I saw Charli sitting on a stool, and just the sight of her made my heart flutter.

"Uh, where are the cups?"
She smiled softly, making my insides melt. "Oh, I'll come get you one." She hopped off the stool and rounded the bench, stopping once she was next to me. She pulled out a draw, full of glasses, and we both bent down to grab one at the same time, leading our hands to touch for a few seconds, causing sparks to shoot through my body. I jumped slightly. I couldn't have been the only one to feel that, and it seemed like that theory was proven as I heard the sound of glass shattering and felt a sudden sharp pain in my palm. My headshot down and I saw glass shards everywhere and a small shard stuck into my hand.

"Oh my god Y/N! I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay, it was an acc-," but before I could finish she held my other hand softly, once again revoking the same reaction as before, and brought me over to the stool before rushing behind the counter and bringing out a first aid kit.
"Oh, really Charli, it's fine," I said weakly, starting to feel the full effect of the injury.
She sat down next to me and pulled out a bandage, but before I could protest, she put her finger over my lips and shushed me, causing me to shut up and blush. she gently applied some type of antiseptic, causing me to wince. As she started to bandage up my hand, I found a way to forget about the pain, which included admiring Charli's perfect face. I was just uwuing over her stunning brown eyes when she looked up and caught me looking. She broke out into a blush, and instead of averting my gaze, which I probably should have, I just smiled. Summoning the little confidence I had, I brought my hand over and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked shocked, before smiling at me. We held eye contact for a couple of seconds before I realised how close our faces were, and before I knew what was happening, her hand was on my jawline, and her lips were on mine. I was in such shock I just sat there not really doing anything, until she wrapped her free hand around my wrist and placed it on her waist, kickstarting my reaction. I tilted my head further into the kiss and squeezed her waist, pulling her further towards me, until she just gave up and got off her stool, sitting on my lap and deepening the kiss. Little did we know, Dixie was standing on top of the stairs videoing it, laughing, as she had shipped us all along.

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