9. Fuck A Virgin

Charlotte’s POV

“Get ready…we are going to a funeral.”

I stopped what I was doing and looked at him perplexed, wondering why he felt the need to drag me to a funeral when I didn't know any other people there. My lips formed a thin line as I tried to calm myself down and refrain from saying anything to him.

The crease in his forehead deepened as he questioned, "Why are you still standing right there?"

"Y-Yes," I bowed my head and headed to the closet to find a black dress to wear, but I had nothing to put on. Then, as I turned back, I noticed him holding a bag of dresses, and he said, "For you." After which he closed the door; he had been waiting for me outside the room for more than ten minutes.

As soon as I opened the door, he took in my entire appearance, from my head to my toes, and then gave a satisfied nod before saying, "You look amazing, we need to go now."

As we left, he held my hand, and all the guys in the corner looked at me like it was the first time they had ever seen