Charlotte In The Inbetweeners Novels & Stories

really meant with him. My brain was fried when I finally packed my books and started heading out. The hallways were nearly empty, shadows stretching long under the flickering lights. I turned the corner and froze. Charlotte. She was leaning against the lockers, manicured nails tapping her phone. Beside her, Emilia shifted uncomfortably, eyes glued to the floor. “Well, well,” Charlotte purred, pushing off the locker. “If it isn’t Blackridge’s favorite charity case.” I clenched my jaw. “Not in the mood, Charlotte.”

I turned over on my stomach and laid my head down facing away from him, hoping it would give him the message that I really don’t want to see him right now. Obviously he didn’t get the message, because he sat down next to me and continued talking. “You aren’t really doing a good job hiding when you tell your mom you are headed to the beach. There is only one beach any of us ever really came to, so it was pretty easy to find you.” “Touche.” I replied, still trying to show disinterest in him being here. “Listen Charlotte,” he began, “I know we left things on a rough note. If anything, I should be the one mad at you, not the other way around.”

RING RING! Charlotte was startled by the phone, sloshing water everywhere as she jumped out of the bath, slightly heady and flustered. “Hello?” Charlotte managed to say, slightly out of breath. “Hey, how is it? Met anyone interesting yet?” It was her best friend Lucy, excitable as ever. “Woah slow down women! But its good thanks, and I've met a few but I'm guessing you meant men? In which case, only the estate agent Daniel.” Charlotte loved Lucy as a sister but my how she loved her 20 questions. “Ooo the fact that you mentioned him by his first name means he's good looking! I need to come over and see the new house ASAP!” Lucy was near enough screaming with excitement.

Elena and Sylvester must have given her something to hide her scent and block our link. "D-Damon." Damon's eyes widened as there was a connection between the mate bond. Charlotte sounded weak and tired. "Charlotte, where are you?" Damon asked quickly. The link fell silent for a second. "Un-un-underground at your old pack house." Elena. She turned around, and a wicked smile was plastered on her face. Charlotte stopped fighting the restraints and stared at her. Her mouth went dry as she looked at Elena and Sylvester. "Well done," she congratulated. Elena walked up to Charlotte and ran her hand down the chains. "These have held up well against your magic."

My voice was low, but the venom in it was unmistakable. Still, as furious as I was, one thing I knew for sure was that Charlotte would never pin another man’s child on me. She wasn’t like Eleanor. She was different, even if she’d hurt me in ways I hadn’t thought possible. “Adam,” Charlotte tried again, her voice trembling. “I can explain—” “Get back to the altar,” I cut her off sharply, my gaze finally meeting hers. “We have a wedding to conclude.” Her eyes widened in shock, and tears welled up, spilling over onto her cheeks. For a moment, she looked as though she might collapse again.

"You are, Nick. You look very drunk." As he slumped onto the table, Lucy was about to flag down a waiter when she spotted a familiar figure. It was Charlotte. Charlotte walked over and stopped right in front of her. "What are you doing here?" Lucy snapped. How on earth had she found them? Charlotte didn't seem surprised at all. It was as if she had known exactly who he was out with. "You don’t seem shocked to see me, but I can’t say the same for you." Lucy glanced at Nick. He was leaning on the table with glazed eyes, looking completely checked out. She turned back to Charlotte with a knowing look. "What’s the matter? You’ve only been divorced from my brother for a few days and you’re alread

“Goodness, Carl. Connor isn’t a flirt, and he didn’t hit on me. He’s more like an older brother to me.” Carl arched his brows. “Hmm. I hope so. I’ll text you his number once I get to my room. Get ready for dinner, Charl.” He brushed past her, a grin spreading across his face as he headed to his room. Charlotte watched him until he was out of sight. Then, she walked into her room and shut the door. The distance between their rooms was considerable, and they might not see each other if they didn’t meet in the living room. That was because their rooms were large, each with a small kitchen and living room.

“I know you have somewhere to be and I hope you have a lot of fun. Send pictures of the kids… my grandkids.” The way she said it makes something in my head itch. I don’t know what. A rush of emotion appears in my chest. She’s already claiming them. And what she implied… I think Alexander already has plans. I lower my head as she passes in front of me. I can’t even look at her. My heart is sinking so deep inside my body that I feel like I already swallowed it up. “Take care, everyone,” Charlotte says. Then she spots me. She stops, eyeing me with interest. “Ah. Is this the Blake CEO?”

She was bored, she was in pain, and she was full of hate. Charlotte walked down the stairs, wearing a bright yellow dress. She looked happy, which was the one thing Valentina couldn't stand. "Where do you think you’re going?" Valentina snapped. "Out," Charlotte said simply. "To the park. To breathe air that doesn't smell like medicine and bitterness." "You’re going to see her, aren't you?" Valentina accused, her eyes narrow. "You’re going to find that rat Naomi and tell her how much Lucas missed her at the show."

Charlotte didn’t hear the rest of that statement as she walked out, banging the door in her parent’s faces, frustration etched on her face. At the cafe~ Jasmine sipped her coffee slowly, glancing at her watch impatiently. Charlotte should have been here by now, so what was keeping her? Just then Charlotte entered. She took off her sunglasses and looked around the cafe until she found Jasmine waving at her. Her table was in the corner, further away from other people, making it the ideal place for their meeting. Charlotte walked to her with a bright smile and Jasmine stood up to hug her. To the onlookers, they probably seemed like good friends but the one thing that united Jasmine and Charlott