Charlie's P.O.V.
I was pulled away with Cat and Madi.
"What was that?" Madi asks.
"What?" I ask.
"You kissed Tyler and said you'd be his girl friend." Cat says.
"Seems like you got it." I shrug.
Cat grabs my hand, "You need to explain."
I sit at the nearest table and they follow.
"I'm sorry." I rub my head.
"Girl, last night?" Madi asks.
I nod, "Tyler brought me home and Cole showed up."
"What, Why?" Madi asks, "He didn't even know."
I shrug, "I have no idea, it was a disaster."
"So?" Cat asks.
"He got in a fight with Tyler, so I sent him home." I say, "He made me so mad."
"So you got with Tyler.... because?" Madi asks.
"I like him." I say, "Why else?"
"Spite." Cat says.
I sigh. What if they're right?
"Just... let it be for now." I say.
"What about Cole, are you guys going to make up?" Cat asks.
I shake my head, "I don't know, but for now, no."
"Okay." Madi sighs.
"We're still friends with them." Cat reminds.
"It's okay, they can come for lunch. Just don't expect me to be nice." I say, "Besides, I like the way Oliver and you are."
"What?" Cat laughs nervously, "No."
I give her a smile, "Okay."
We leave happily, arms linked. Thinking back on that kiss, there was nothing. When I kissed him, I assumed there would be some sort of spark. But there wasn't, it was just a kiss. There was no burn, or passion. Ugh.
Cat's P.O.V.
I'm worried for my best friend. All I can think is how she's going to get so confused. I know there is no doubt that she likes Cole. Being with Tyler is just so she can get back at him. I'm not saying anything to her, she'll figure it out. I know she will.
"See you at lunch?" I ask Madi.
She nods and I walk away to class. When I sit down, Charlie taps me.
"Hmm?"
"You okay?" She asks.
I nod with a sigh, "Why?"
"You seem stressed." She says.
"I could say the same for you." I laugh.
"I know, do you like Oliver?" She asks.
Do I? "I don't know, maybe." I shrug.
She smiles, "Okay."
"Will you be okay at lunch?" I ask.
"Yeah." She nods, "It'll just be awkward."
"It doesn't have to be." I suggest.
"What?" She asks, "I'm not forgiving him."
"Well, have you made your mind up about the party?" I ask, "It's in a few weeks."
She nods, "I'll go, as long as we don't get too drunk."
We both laugh, "Okay."
Being drunk is the least of our worries.
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More Than Emotional Support
Romance"What if I said he likes you?" He asks. "I would say it's obvious." I laugh. He places his hands on the wall, boxing me in on each side of my head. "What would you say if I told you, you looked hot tonight?" He asks. I breathe harshly while staring...
