Chapter 7

“Okay, Jessica, what did you do to make Annabel so much on your case?”

I shrugged. It was just after reading hours and I was too exhausted to even rant about the vampire-cold-blooded head girl, Annabel Reed. I dumped my bag on my bed and plopped on my bed.

“If I didn’t know better I would say she had the hots for you?” Charlie said. She pulled the chair from her reading table and dropped her bag on it before sitting on her bed.

“What do you mean?”

“Rumor has it that she and Martin Sanchez are banging. Don’t know how true that is since they never act like they do. Besides the rumor was passed by the juniors who don’t even live in the senior quarters so how do they know?”

I wrinkled my nose. Annabel and Martin? Nah, not likely. They were like two opposite poles. “I won’t wish her on Martin. I bet her kitty is as cold as she is. And no one likes cold kitty.”

Charlie sat up with a mock expression of anger on her face. “Excuse me, I do love cold kitty.” I laughed loud and she joined me. Then her expression turned thoughtful as she pulled her pillow closer so she could plop it against the wall and rest her back on it. “But Annabel is not my type though.”

My brows went up. “Yeah? She seems like a bit of alpha and you look like you dig that.”

She laughed. “Okay I give it to you, you’re very observant. Yes, Annabel looks like a top and alpha and I’m into it but I’m not interested in Annabel.”

I waited for her to continue because it seemed like she was on the verge of revealing something. The cliffhanger was definitely choking but Charlie just sat opposite me debating whether or not to tell me.

“Yeah?” I prodded. “Who is your type then?”

Charlie sighed and darted her eyes back and forth. I could tell she was nervous and was still in a debate whether or not to say anything. After a while, she threw her hands in the air.

“Okay okay, you got me in a spot. I have this huge crush on Heather okay?”

Ask Diddy your most personal interrelationship questions. Tell Diddy everything. Go on! We dare you!

 Remember, the reason Ask Diddy is added to the school newspaper is to help students interact with a fellow yet an anonymous student. All secrets told to Diddy remain secret.

                 Dear Diddy, 

Hey Diddy, I’m a junior and I have a confession. I had a crush on this senior last session when I was in my second year here, I’m currently in my third year. I always thought he was the hottest and cutest and then he noticed me and asked me to meet him at that abandoned science lab. He kissed me. At first, I was skeptical about his attention then he told me he was into me too and urged me to make out with him which I did. Suddenly, he’s no longer talking to me, he acts like I don’t exist. I have written notes to him but he hasn’t replied to any. I still like him even though he is currently avoiding me. I’m so lost and confused, Diddy!

_Helpless.

              Dear Helpless, 

It hurts me to tell you that you have been taken advantage of. Most seniors, both male and female, are known to play with the hearts of juniors. You will have to move on, Helpless. I’m sorry you made out with him already but the deed is done. He has moved on and so should you.

-Diddy.

My jaw practically hit the ground. “What?” I squeaked. “Heather? Venomous witch? Redheaded devil in Prada?”

Charlie threw me a dark look. “And that venomous witch happens to be my crush so watch it.”

I laughed. “Are you kidding? Heather hates you!”

Charlie shrugged. “Whatever. I’m still into her.”

“How did this happen?”

She shrugged. “We attended primary school together and believe it or not Heather and I used to be friends until her dad’s company hit gold and they turned rich. She suddenly became too rich to be friends with me but by then I was already convinced that I loved her. When we came here to Edwin she became one of the popular girls and forgot all about me. Once, she even spread this rumor that I moved to Edwin and Co because I was obsessed with her,” she cast me a glance and laughed, “which is true by the way. But I have thick skin so I wasn’t really hurt by the rumor. I dated Zoe for a while to get Heather from my head but last session we broke up because I can’t seem to forget Heather so…here we are.”

I didn’t even know there was a stupid smile on my face but I was feeling mushy inside. “Charlie, you’re a fucking romantic. But I thought Heather was Christian’s bitch. You said so yourself today.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

I rubbed my hands together with glee and put my mischievous shoes on. “So do you need help getting your girl back? I can help.”

Charlie scoffed. “Chill kid, I can help myself get my girl back. I don’t need your help you need your help and mine to survive here. The Bad Boys Club will be on your case from now on. And don’t forget that Annabel Reed has made herself your patrol officer too.”

I sighed. “True. The Bad Boys Club is no problem though, I can handle myself. But Annabel!” I pulled my bag close and pulled my textbook out, the one Annabel asked that I should summarize. “I suppose I have no escape there. I might as well start with the assignment she assigned me.”

Charlie chuckled “While you’re doing that I want to take a nap before dinner.”

I started to read when something she said earlier caught my attention. “You said you dated Zoe to take your mind off Heather? I noticed you guys exchanging notes today at our reading table, what was that about?”

Charlie shrugged. “She wants to get back together and I’m no longer interested. I kinda dated her because I felt sorry for her to be honest. She was scrawny and weird when she first came here and everyone thought she was a freak. Don’t get me wrong, Zoe is good and all but Heather for me is the endgame.”

“Poor Zoe.”

“Yeah poor Zoe,” Charlie said sarcastically. “Zoe is fine, or she would be. We’re still friends so there’s no problem with that.”

I shrugged. It really was none of my business, I was just fishing for gossip. I picked my textbook and began to read, hopefully, I will write a summary that would please Countess Annabel Reed.