Charlotte Williams

Friend of a Friend

Chapter Two

The next morning, Leah picked me up, which my mom was grateful for, so that she wouldn't have to waste gas. They met, and my mom loved her, probably more than she loves me. We got to school and we went to her locker first.

               I was standing beside it when I saw a group of 5 guys walking down the hallway, and every girl around them, staring at them like they were a piece of meat. I rolled my eyes, I know guys like these too well.

               They came up to us, the middle one talking. "What's up, Leah!" He said, as they do a bro fist thing. "Nothing much, Tyson, you?" She replies. "Same here, who's your friend?" They both look at me. "I'm Charlotte. Nice to meet you?" I said, it coming out more of a question. "Well, I have to go, but it was nice seeing you again, Bestie." He said, saying bestie in a girlie tone, as he turned around and walked away. 

            "Who were they?" I asked her. "Only the hottest guys in the entire school. Those were the 'bad boys' of West Mount High. The one in the middle is Tyson, and then there's Jordan, Jake, Luke, and finally, there's James. I don't really care much about them, except for Luke. Every girl wants to date Tyson, but he normally doesn't go for anyone. There are rumors that he's never had a real girlfriend." I started laughing at the last part.

           "We're seniors, and there's still people who haven't had a real relationship?" I ask. "Surprisingly, yeah, I mean I can name a few people who don't really care for relationships." She answers. "So does someone have a crush on Luke?" I tease her. "Shut up!" She says, putting her hand on my mouth.

            Oh, did I mention that Leah was pretty much popular? Oh yeah, she knew everyone. And everyone knew her. The only thing was that she wasn't stuck up or rich, like most popular people. So, great. My first best friend in the entire school is popular.

                     Other than that, the rest of the day went on normally. When I got home, my mom said that we had a dinner with our new neighbors, and apparently they had a kid my age. Can't wait. "I can't wait for you to meet him, and be on your best behavior. Oh, and can you ditch the T-shirts and sweatpants tonight, and wear something semi formal?" She asks me.

             "Fine, maybe for this one occasion." I say, smiling. She hugged me, and I hugged her back. "I love you so much." She said to me. "I love you too."

              Those words mean more to us then to most people. Especially since my dad walked out on us when I was 11. All we have is each other, and we're fine with that. I get ready, redoing my makeup, which is normally pretty light. I only wear concealer, highlighter, and mascara.

            I throw on a summery dress, since it was August. I put on some cute sandals, and do my hair. I just put it up in a very cute sorta messy bun, and walk downstairs. "You look beautiful." My Mom says to me, when I get to the living room. "You do too." I reply to her.

            We walk to the neighbor's house, and a woman opens the door. She shakes our hands and introduces herself. "Hi, my name's Alissa." She says. "Hello,  that's kind of ironic because my name's Melissa, and this is my daughter Charlotte." They start chuckling. She invites us inside, where I see who I'm guessing is her husband. "This is my husband, Robert, and my son should be down shortly." She says, putting her hand on the mans shoulder. Bingo, I got it right.

                 A hear footsteps coming down the stairs and who I see come into view was the last person I thought of. Is that Tyson?! "This is my son, Tyson, he's a senior at West Mount High." His eyes widened as they saw me. "Charlotte?" He questioned. "Tyson?" I questioned back.

             "So you're the new neighbors. Well, um welcome?" He says, scratching the back of his neck. "You two know each other?" His mother asks. "Yeah, well kind of. He's a friend of a friend." I say.

Tyson's POV

      I never realized how cute Charlotte actually was. Well, I mean she's standing in the middle of my living room, and she lives next door. When she said I was a friend of a friend, I felt immediately rejected. That made me remember back to this morning when we were walking down the hallway and I saw her roll her eyes.

           Guess she's not like every other girl who swoons over me. I feel eyes on me, and I look over to see that everyone was looking at me. "Miss Melissa asked you a question." She said, with eyes that were throwing daggers. "Ma'am?" I say to Charlotte's mom.

          "She said, 'Do you like your teachers so far?'" My Mom answered for her. "Yes, I do very much." I reply, trying to sound as enthusiastic as I can. In reality, all of my teachers hate me, and I hate them. That's normally how it is, though. The dinner was a normal neighborly dinner. Afterwards, they went home, and my mom asked me, right after she closed the front door. "So, how'd you like Charlotte?" She asked, clearly meaning, 'You two are going to date because I love her mother'. "She's okay, I guess." I replied.

             She's more than okay though. She's stunning, nice, a little bit quirky, and she has good taste in friends. I've never felt like this towards anyone. God, what is she doing to me. I couldn't stop thinking about her for the rest of the night. I decided to take a shower, and I came out with just a pair of shorts on.

           After a few minutes, I heard a tapping on my window. I look out to see Charlotte throwing pebbles at my window. Where in the hell did she get pebbles? I see her get a piece of paper and hold it up to the window so I could see. I started laughing when I saw that it said, "You ever heard of a shirt? Or blinds?" I shook my head no, and continued to laugh.

         I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote "Do you normally stare into other people's bedrooms?" Her eyes widened and a blush spread over her face. Aw, she looks so cute when she's blushing. She wrote something else and it said, "No, I just happened to see you in the corner of my eye, and thanks for scarring me". I started laughing harder.

                "Come on, you love it, just admit it" I wrote. "In your dreams" "What's your number so that I can save some ink and paper?" "Are you asking for my number Tyson?" I nod my head yes. She wrote it down and held it to the window. It said "(605) 475-6968" I put it down in my phone and called it.

               What I got wasn't what I expected. "Hello, you have reached the rejection hotline," and it continued. I shook my head, I can't believe she gave me the rejection hotline. I looked over and she was rolling on the floor laughing. I opened my window and sat on the sill.

            She saw me, and she opened her window and sat on a chair nearby. "You gave me a rejection hotline?" I say. "You have to admit it was funny." She replies. We go on like this. That makes me remember something. "Are you going to my party with Leah this weekend?" "She hasn't asked me yet, but if you want me to I can."

            I try not to sound too eager, even though I am. "Of course I do. I mean you are the new girl." I say. "Okay I will." I hear someone yelling and I recognize it as her mother. "Hey sorry, but I have to go. My mothers calling me, but maybe later." She says, starting to close her window.

           "Wait what's your number!" I yell right before she closes it. She mouths bye and waves, she clearly heard what I said. I shake my head, and look down, smiling. I get back in my room, closing the window.

          I start to walk downstairs to get something to drink, when my mom asks, "Who were you talking to up there?" I chuckle, thinking about me and Charlotte's conversation. "Charlotte." I say. Her eyes go wide. "Wait how?! Are you guys friends now? You should invite her and her mom over for dinner tomorrow." She says, clearly loving the idea of me and Charlotte.

        "Our windows look into each other's bedroom. Which is kinda creepy now that I'm thinking about it. And didn't they have dinner with us tonight?" I respond to her.

         "Maybe... but I like her mother and she's a very sweet girl. She needs to rub off on you." I roll my eyes at this. The rest of the week I tried any excuse to talk to Charlotte, and most of that was through Leah.