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Chapter Eleven- The Caterpillar Revolution

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Chapter Eleven- The Caterpillar Revolution

Charlotte Everley

I don’t really know what makes me hate the infamous Ryder Johnson in a way that I’ve never hated anyone before. 

Oh wait, that’s a lie.

He’s an egotistical, arrogant, stupid, infuriatingly handsome, sexy—

“Take care of her, okay?” Stella’s stern voice brought me back to reality.

“Wait, Stella where are you..” My voice trailed off once I saw her disappear into the crowd. Then I huffed out a breath. Before I could think, say, or do anything else, somebody coughed, a little too loudly, beside me.

“Oh!” I said, finally taking in the blonde stranger beside me. “Um..hi.” He smirked. 

“Cole.” I nodded in acknowledgement. He looked at me, like he was waiting for me to say something. I realized that he wanted me to introduce myself also. “Um, Charlotte.” He smiled, and I got the impression that he already knew that and was just wanting to make conversation.

“And that was you’re friend Stella right?” He asked, his eyes lingering in the direction that she left. I eyed him for a moment.

“Yeah.” 

“Hm.” He said, his eyes glazed over in the slightest degree. I shifted on my feet. 

“So..why are you still here?” He snapped out of his daze. Then he smirked. Subconsciously, I compared it to Ryder’s. While Ryder’s was one that could make girls weak at the knees, his, or, Cole’s, smirk was more playful; more boyish.

“To have some fun, of course.” He gestured to the carnival around us. “Isn’t that why you came here?” I blinked a couple times, a little confused. 

“Um..” He let out a laugh, before shaking his head slightly and putting a lean, muscular arm around my shoulders. With that, he turned us both away from where we were from, and towards the multiple carnival rides.

“Let’s get this party started.”

I choked on my churro mid-swallow. “She spilled her milk on you then she slapped you?!”