I think she hates me though.” I recount the whole day to my mom. Explaining the start of the day to the end where I scared the absolute crap out of her and even further telling her my thoughts on the sadness I detected in Charlie.
My mom listens quietly and patiently and then begins to speak. “Maverick, I don’t think she hates you. From what you’ve told me I think she is just shy and might have things going on that you aren’t aware of. You just met her.”
“But that’s the thing,” I tell her. “I just met her but I feel something already. There is just something about her that speaks to me.”
“Well it’s about time you found someone worthy enough to feel this way about. Sometimes you just know.”
I start shaking my head as my thoughts are filled with doubt. “This soon though, really?”
My mom starts to interject. “Maverick, first off, you're only a senior in high school so I don't really want you getting that serious about a girl. Having said that, I’ve never known you to have any feelings for any girl. Ever. If you have some type of feelings for Charlie then you need to listen and explore them. Sometimes you just know. I did with your father.”
Well this conversation is now over. I love the advice my parents give, but when it gets to the point that mom starts talking about their love affair, it’s time to put the brakes on. “Okay, I will give it some thought. Thanks for the talk, mom,” I say as I head to my room.
I shower and get ready for bed, and again can’t help thinking about Charlie. She is now consuming my every thought. There were so many other things I noticed about her. I’m not going to lie and pretend I didn’t look at her ass as she walked out of class.
I mean like a nice ass. Not too much, and not too little–perfect.
What can I say? I’m a guy, I notice these things.
So, of course as I'm trying to go to sleep the only thing I can see when I shut my eyes is Charlie. Her brown hair with just a hint of red to it, her brilliant dark blue eyes, her lips that are just so damn kissable, and that smile she was sporting as she talked to Tori. I loved seeing that smile on her face, and I want to be the one to put one there.
After a sleepless night, I decide that today is the day. I'm going to make more of an effort to talk to Charlie. And lucky for me, I start my day with her in history and end my day with her in choir.
I start pulling clothes out of my dresser and find myself seriously contemplating what I’m going to wear. What the hell am I thinking? I have never cared before. This girl Charlie is doing wicked things to my head. She makes me think and care about things I never have before. But why?
Chapter 8-Charlie
Mornings are always rough here. Really Charlie? Actually every morning and evening is rough. Mornings consist of judging my choice of clothing, and evenings consist of watching my every damn move with a fork and a plate of food. This morning was no different.
As soon as I walk into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, because yes, I am a caffeine whore, I’m instantly confronted with the look. My dad’s sitting at the table with his coffee and paper, and even though I try to be invisible it doesn’t work.
The first thing out of his mouth is, “Charlie, only skinny girls can get away with wearing skinny jeans.” Yes, I’m wearing skinny jeans, but they actually look really good, and I have a tunic on long enough to cover my ass, so what the hell does it matter? Of course, I can never voice my opinion so I just act stupid. I mean, I am, aren’t I?
I can’t eat right, I can’t dress right. I can’t remember to do to the dishes. My parents have never in my whole life told me I’m pretty. Sure, my mom has called me cute, but cute is for kittens and puppies. They've never called me pretty. Doesn’t every girl want to be called pretty?
As quickly as I can, I say, “I don’t have time to change and I really need to go or I’m going to be late.” I can use the late