Charley & Quinn [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2: Father Christmas & Wet Boners

Chapter 2: New Comers

A/N: Chapter 2.0 has finally been published! I hope you all enjoy the new versions of our chapters, I know it's been a hell of a ride. A very confusing one, at least. But we're really hoping that the story is about to lift off from here. Also, this chapter isn't necessarily dedicated to anyone in particular, but much rather to the whole entire number of readers. Without your love and support, neither of us would be continuing this adventure!

Charley

I was back in the loony bin which, by the way, is the biggest understatement of the century. This school wasn't just filled with psychotic, two-faced sinners, it was a trap set for ruining people's lives.

Okay, so maybe that was an overstatement. But in reality, I'm sure we can all come to terms with the fact that school really wasn't helping anyone with anything, apart from sucking their brain of all knowledge and replacing it with depression, disease and ugly thoughts.

I ripped open my empty greyscale locker, which seemed to be the most exciting time of the day, and reached for the heaviest text book; Biology. The subject was by far one of my favourites to learn about, but the actual class was more suffocating than a pillow. It was filled with air heads willing to throw away their opportunity to learn-six hours of a day-and instead socialise with friends or stare into their phones.

I despised all of them.

My eyes fell upon the photo of Quinn and I tacked to the inside of my locker, grazing the memory like it was our first. His smile reached his eyes and his arms were wrapped firmly around me, claiming his territory. Quinn didn't like sharing, he was stubborn and obnoxious, but also crazily perfect.

And he was all mine.

I pinched at my phone in the pocket of my jeans and scrolled through my contacts until I landed on one in particular. His name was finished with a big, red love heart, which only made me crumble in nerves.

We still hadn't exchanged the 'L' word.

I was seconds away from dialling Quinn's number when my eyes automatically skimmed the time presented at the top of my screen. Three minutes until the bell would signal class. I was about to fawn over how much I missed Quinn's presence, but then the sneakiest smile tipped into my lips as I realised Quinn was at swimming practice.

And, for once, he wasn't late.

I was happy with that. In fact, I was beaming in pride. I settled my text books firmly under my arms, making sure they wouldn't spill out everywhere, before gently closing my locker and making my way towards my designated class room. This was my safest option if I wanted to get to class alive and, most importantly, early.

There was no way in hell was I prepared to physically push myself through a crowd of smelly teenagers trying to get to class. One time, I made that mistake. A senior literally pushed me to the ground for his own survival, he got away with a pretty face and a clean record while I landed a detention for tardiness and a few scratches from the fall.

When I reached my classroom, I realised there was not one person already in there. Secretly, I was tapping my long, spidery fingers together because this was evidence to the fact that my class was bogged with idiots. I entered the classroom in pride, noticing Mr Tait was marking papers rather intensely on his desk.

"Morning, Sir." I muttered, but as I expected, I received no further reply than a grunt.

He tore his glasses off the bridge of his nose and began to furiously rub his forehead, which was permanently stained with wrinkles. His silvery tainted hair was lessening more and more everyday, which really did worry me for his health and well-being. I was sure by the end of the year he would look a lot like Father Christmas.