The Love Agreement

Part 1- The Klutz

Charlotte's POV

*Thud* I fell off the bed when I heard my alarm for the 100th time after snoozing it. I finally gave in to the irritating sound.  It was the first day of high school and I wasn't ready.  I wasn't mentally prepared to apply to colleges and move on from my comfort zone. I sat upright on the floor and checked my social media hoping for something interesting. After liking 100 memes and judging tik tok videos, I found the energy to get up. 

Holy guacamole, it was 7:30, and school begins at 8 am. Guess who is going to be late on the first day?

I quickly brushed and took a shower. I couldn't quite decide what to wear. After jumbling the entire closet, I finally found something to wear. I was 5'3, quite short and I had black short hair that reached till my shoulders. I found a grey tank top and a blue jean jacket with my ripped jeans to go with it. I applied mascara and lip balm, I didn't want to look like I spent the entire summer sleeping at 4 am which I did. 

Can we talk about how Netflix has some of the great TV series like 'Sex Education' or 'Money Heist'? I spent the entire summer working at a cute little cafe called 'Rosalie's Cafe' and that's where I met my new friend, Derek Scott.  His mother, Rosalie owns the cafe and we became quite close and maybe hooked up. Okay, no judgment here. But he is 5'11 and has those sexy green eyes that could make any girl weak. His floppy curly hair made me want to run my fingers through it. One good summer fling, I sighed getting back to reality when I hear someone yelling. 

Uh-oh

"CHARLOTTE, GET YOUR ASS HERE. YOU ARE LATE," yelled my mother, Alessandra Channing. She was 5'4 and her brown wavy hair is what I inherited. I smelled choco-chip pancakes and came running down to the dining table. My father was reading the newspaper and glanced at me while giving me a 'You are dead' look. I knew what the look was, my mom was going to yell at me for sleeping late. I gobbled down the pancakes in less than 2 minutes and rushed to the kitchen, hugged my mom goodbye and waved my dad goodbye before running for my life.

I have an elder sister who is away at Yale studying law. She is a perfectionist, beautiful, and a huge role model for me. I grew up idolizing her, she was a nerd but she always let her guard down to have fun. I miss watching rom-com's with her and singing 'Counting Stars' so loudly that our neighbors would get pissed off. She is ambitious, driven, and independent, and someday, I wish to be like her. 

It was 7:50 and my school was 15 minutes away. I got into my car and quickly turned the radio on and my favourite song, 'Mirrors' by Justin Timberlake was playing. I felt like I was ready to go all karaoke mode and ace the singing game. I am a bathroom singer, alright. 

"It's like you're my mirror

My mirror staring back at me

I couldn't get any bigger

With anyone else beside of me," I sang loudly till I reached the parking spot of my school, Eastwood School. Do you ever just miss Justin Timberlake's music? I do, everyday. 

"Listen Char, it's a new year. No klutzy behavior, just get through this year and graduate, alright?" - this is my mental note to remember. 

It was 8:10 and I was already 10 minutes late. I ran to the gate when I saw my principal, Mr. James Berkley waiting to give out detention slips to the students who came in late. I kept my head down trying to avoid the detention and thought of slowly slipping past him. I thought my small stature could help, how dumb could I be though?

I was climbing the stairs as a huge crowd was formed to receive their detention slips when I slipped on a water puddle on the stairs, how can I not see it? I officially felt like a klutz. Didn't I just mentally make a note to not be one like 2 minutes back?

I was ready for my butt to feel the rock-solid ground in 3,2,1...

"Wait how am I alive?" I thought

I find my waist caught by some rock-solid hands though and one of my legs is caught in the air. It is quite a weird position and my head is held by the person's other hand. I blinked my eyes twice and realized Noah Beckett, the school's hottest and popular boy caught me from falling. I looked into his blue orbs and kept staring at his luscious lips till he whispered, "Hm hello klutz, can you get your ass up already?" 

I couldn't decipher properly till I stood upright and whispered 'thank you.' Was I checking him out? NO WAY.  I slapped my cheeks till I got back to reality. The principal handed out detention slips to both him and me. This wasn't my first detention but I didn't want to be with Noah. I groaned mentally. I was not looking forward to detention but at least I get to meet my friends. My summer fling would be enough tea to spill phew. 

I walk to my locker and took out my books for the first hour. History, it was. I was already late and wanted to skip but attendance is an important part to pass. I took out the book and kept looking down at my phone to check out memes till I reached the class. I fumbled and fell onto someone's chest. It was pretty rock hard, must be the abs. "Six or eight pack?" I  thought. 

"Six, for now, eight will be soon. Second time in a row, you are quite the klutz," the face flushed from embarrassment. I am thinking out loud now, ugh. I got up and whispered "Sorry" and ran for my life to the history class. 

I reached history class and got yelled at for being late by my history teacher, Miss. Hastings till I found myself an empty seat opposite my best friend, Alexa Brady. She is gorgeous, a cheerleader, and her straight brown hair felt like Niagra falls.  She whispered, "Hey" and I waved back. 

We met when we were kids and have been inseparable. She became popular and I thought she will leave me to join the popular kids but she never did. Her green eyes lit up every room. She had a charm that made every guy in the room look at her. She has dated only one guy so far and like me, she doesn't believe in happily ever afters. We love rom-com's but guys of our age are interested in a casual relationship and honestly, it's fine but somewhere we all wish for a highschool sweetheart that would last. 

Miss. Hastings was explaining about The Great Depression when someone entered the class in a huff, everyone looked at the door. It was none other than Noah Beckett and he smirked when saw all the girls were eye-fucking him. Miss Hastings had a glint in her eye and she allowed him to enter with no yelling.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? I got yelled at for coming late five minutes before him. I glared at him. He noticed and kind of looked puzzled. He walked towards me and I realized that there was only one empty seat and it was next to me. 

He sat down next to me, I could smell his axe cologne and his white T-shirt hung on his body tight with ripped jeans and the look is incomplete without a black leather jacket. He took off his jacket and winked at me. He caught me checking him out. My cheeks became red with embarrassment.  I looked down at my books ignoring his eyes on me.

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