CHARLOTTE We were back at the dorms, sitting on the bed, and facing each other. We needed the privacy. "Alright, Char," Mads said, folding her hands across her chest. "Talk." It wouldn't be easy to say. None of this would, but I needed to do this. I closed my eyes, sighing, and opening them. "We… I… Ugh!” I bury my face in my hands, “I have no idea where to start." "Then start from how you found out you were mates." Madeline pushed. "I found out on the day of orientation. At the assembly.” I said, “As soon as walked in, and saw you guys up on the stadium, I felt it. Seriously, it was scary and I didn't want it. I didn't want to be mated to him at all.” To any of them. "So that's why you didn't tell me?" She asked, tilting her head. "No… I didn't tell anyone because I thought not talking about it would make it less of a reality." I looked down, picking at my nails. "It was just… so disappointing. I mean, why them?" I whispered out the last two words. Almost like it just hit me.
CHARLOTTE "Good day sir," I greeted a customer as I took his payment, while wearing the best professional smile I could muster. I worked as a clerk for one of the hotels’ restaurants in the area. Right then, I handed the receipt over, watching as the customer went back to his seat. It was a Tuesday, and I had promised to Face-time my sister but work came at the last minute. She might be feeling as sad as I was now, but I needed the money to pay for things. Working at the front desk was hard, but the money was really good. If I worked a little bit more, I would be able to make it up to her. I was planning to surprise her by taking her on a vacation. Summer was approaching, and a nice trip to the beach wasn't too bad. My hands got busy as I dealt with the next customer, when the overhead bell chimed, signaling a new customer had come in. A group of boys flocked into the restaurant, in high spirits. Some of them seemed to be my age, while the rest looked older. They walked to the fr
CHARLOTTE Madeline sighed, "I’m just glad Caeson showed up when he did, and that nothing bad happened to you." We went silent, and it lasted for a long time. I was deep in my thoughts. I had no idea how Caeson knew I was there, or when to arrive, but I was glad nothing happened. Last night I had gone home to Madeline, spilling everything that had happened. I promised not to keep anything from her, and I stuck to it. The moment I got to the dorms, I cried like a baby, and it took a while for Madeline to calm me down. Madeline offered me comfort throughout the whole day, and when it was time for lunch, we headed to a cafe. "Hey Char?" Mads suddenly called, as we queued to place orders. "Do you think this would be, like, a new leaf for you and Caeson?" "I don't think so, Madeline." I dismissed it, hoping not to think about it. "Let's sit out today." Most of the cafe’s were full, and I didn't want noise flooding in my ears. We looked for a nice table, deciding to sit on one unde
CHARLOTTE"My gosh Charlotte, you look stunning in that dress." Madeline gushed, as she went round me in circles, and I blushed, staring at myself in the mirror.I was having a date with Vance in a couple minutes, and I couldn't help but want to look my best. I straightened a crease on the side of my dress, wrinkling my face at it."You think it looks good?""Of course! I’m a thousand percent sure Vance will be blown away once he sees you."I laughed, feeling my face go red. "Mads, you're exaggerating." I’m more than sure Vance has had his fair share of women. So this is nothing.Madeline swatted my arm, "How rude Char! Even though I mean it, this dress suits you." She locked eyes with me through the mirror.Madeline helped pick the dress I was wearing, she was thee fashion expert after all, so I could only sit back and ask for her opinion due to my nervousness.Admist all the excitement, I still couldn't help but remember what Caeson had said to me at the end of school.I chewed my ch
CHARLOTTEMadeline opened her eyes, staring dazedly at me.She rubbed her eyes, blinking slowly. "Uh? Is that you Char?"I pursed my lips, my heart clenched and my mind spiraled with questions.How long had she been doing this? And I didn't notice it?"Madeline?" I called, and perhaps she was a little sober.Madeline's eyes went wide, blinking in shock. "Char?" She called in panic, rubbing off the powder on her face. Madeline stood on shaky legs, and I moved to help her. Thankfully she steadied herself, walking to the chair unsteadily. "It isn't what it looks like.""Mads, how long have you been doing this?" I blurted out, my brows creasing in worry."I can explain okay? This doesn't happen every time." She held up her hands.I pursed my lips, my eyes glistening with tears."It takes one time for you to get addicted to it, Madeline.""Charlotte," Madeline's lips wobbled, "Calm down, I can explain.""I'd like to hear your explanation Mads." I sniffled, finding it hard to breathe. "I’m v
CHARLOTTE“And if I were to cash in that second date request right now, what do you think your answer would be?”I chewed my bottom lip as Vance’s question bled through the receiver.He was asking me out on a second date already.Goddess.My gaze shifted to Madeline’s corner of the room right then, and I hated the little pang of worry that resurfaced.It had been two days since I walked in on her… damn… I couldn’t even think of it.I was worried about her.Really worried.And Vance was offering some respite from all the negativity I felt. Not that I’d told him about what happened, why would I?But… It didn't mean I couldn't use the distraction. Still, stubborn me had the word ‘no’ dancing at the tip of my tongue as I shifted on the bed. My ass hurt, given the fact that I’d been in this same position for about an hour.On a call…with Vance.It was insane to think about.And what was even crazier was the growing acceptance of how I felt about him.I liked him.And I think I liked him a
CHARLOTTESitting on the bed, I stared at Madeline’s vacant corner across from me.It had been almost a week, and she wasn't back yet.Picking my phone, I dialed her line, hearing it ring till the machine directed me to her voicemail. I cut the call, huffing in frustration. For days straight, her calls had been leading me to her voicemail.Thoughts were filling my head, and I was starting to consider telling someone about it.I shook my head.No,Charlotte.That would be the height of betrayal to Madeline, I just know she’d see it that way.But then why was she choosing to be so closed off?Maybe she is scared to face me or something.Snapping my eyes shut, I took a deep breath in, calming my raging thoughts.Opening my eyes, I picked up the phone.Since calling won't do it, then I'll text her instead. I clicked on her name, typing on my keyboard with grievance.CHAR: So you're avoiding me now? CHAR: That's the grand plan?I stared at the message, hesitating for a moment before I press
CHARLOTTE"When writing an essay, you must be very careful not to mix personal feelings with your narration or description unless necessary."The lecturer's voice boomed as she ranted on and on about essays.Sitting in the third row to the back, I twirled the pen in between my fingers, releasing a sigh. The class was built like a stadium with chairs going up the stairs.I moved my butt, feeling a tingling sensation."Can anyone tell me another word for please?" The female lecturer walked to the front of the auditorium, pushing her glasses up her nose. "You want to write to the state's secretary or attorney, and saying ‘please’ would sound too… basic. So can anyone tell me a better suggestion to use?"Someone at the front raised their hand, and she turned to him. "Wish.""Good. Anyone else?"A boy raised his hand, and just as he was about to speak, the doors were pushed open from the outside. The class went silent, and even the lecturer couldn't help but purse her lips as the person wa