Charlotte laughed as she walked with her two friends. She skipped ahead to open the school's front doors. A slightly chilly breeze interrupted her enjoyment as Lacy's way-too-short skirt ruffled to reveal red lace. She rolled her eyes and wondered which one it had been this time. And, to no surprise, she asked:
"Hey, Lacy. Your outfit's awfully skimpy today, who'd you submit to today?" Her voice was unapologetically sarcastic.
"Actually, it was Mr. Henderson," she said with confidence and ease, "You know how bad my grade was getting and I really need at least a B. What else can a girl do?"
At this Jame piped up, "You could study."
"As if! I have a reputation to uphold and it's not that of an obedient school girl." Lacy attempted to sound convincing, but, alas, she was much worse.
"Well, Char is loved by all, and she gets good grades, and she's got tons of guys going after her. You should take some notes," Jame said, though with every word she got quieter.
"I wish." Charlotte pouted. "But my grades are mediocre and only this one creep likes me. The only thing you said that was true wasn't even that true; my crush hates me"
"Aw, don't feel down, Char. Just suck just dick and he'll devote himself to you," Lacy said confidently as if it was a clever statement.
Charlotte glared at her, only to receive a slight shrug in reply. They kept walking in silence as the wind whistled and blew their hair around and their skirts unnecessarily high. Charlotte heard a whistle and smiled at Jame's bad attempts to condemn the giver.
"Alright, well Jason's here now. Hey, Jame, you need a ride?" Lacy asked, glancing behind them as she walked to a big, blue jeep.
"Yes, please," Jame said graciously.
"Could I tag along? I haven't any way home since I stayed after school with you, Lacy." Charlotte put suspicious emphasis on Lacy's name.
"Sorry, only got one seat left. You'll have to catch a ride with someone else," she winked as Jame hopped into the back seat which clearly had room for more.
"Brats. How am I getting home?" She shivered as she pondered.
"Hey, White! You need a ride?" Someone shouted her last name and she looked in the direction it came from only to find her crush who supposedly hated her, Alex Griffin.
She groaned and silently cursed Lacy's odd behavior. Although, there didn't seem to be any other options so she groaned again and walked in his direction. He was standing outside the opened passenger door of a black Lamborghini. For a high schooler, he had good taste in cars and just good cars in general, too.
He reached out his hand for her to take and she did, shakily. He pulled her around him, helped her into the seat, and shut the door. Opening the driver's door he smiled at her and sat down too. After starting the car he turned on the radio and lowered the volume.
"Hey, I'm sorry about last month." He broke the silence.
Charlotte thought about a dance they had gone to separately, but they had managed to dance every slow dance together. She was an awkward mess and he was ... well, perfectly wonderful. She sighed as she recalled that short, but remeberable night.
"I'm sorry that I made you uncomfortable with my actions."
But he hadn't, and actually all he did was be a little extra seductive. "You didn't ... uh ... I'm just super awkward. And, uh ... I had fun ... yeah."
Alex smirked and Charlotte felt her face flush. She squeezed her hands between her legs so he wouldn't notice how sweaty they were.
"I'm glad we've cleared that up." He put his free hand on her cold thigh, but still looked straightforward.
