FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 07 (Slight Edit)

She merely shrugged.

"Why are you wandering around at night? If it's to look around the town wouldn't day time be better?"

Charla clasped her hands together, her left thumb rubbing the other before she spoke. "I feel better doing it at this time; the night makes me feel calm much like how the day makes her calm too."

Her? "Who are you talking about?"

Charla didn't say she merely looked to Alex. "What were you and those three guys talking about?"

"Oh you saw them huh? Nothing really, well they were wondering if you were okay since you did faint on your first day."

"You should tell them not to worry," she said as she looked back out on to the street. "It's just something that happens at times."

"Yeah you told me that," Alex said as she lit another cigarette. "Back at school you mentioned about your head injury."

Charla was quite.

"Say," Alex blew out a puff of smoke. "Will you even remember this conversation at all?"

Again Charla was quite for a long moment. "Why are you doing this?"

"Huh? Doing what?"

Charla merely looked at her "This, trying to befriend me, what's your reason for it?"

Alex just looked at her. "Should there be a reason? I mean, you're new, trying to know the ropes of this school and town. Not to mention I think you're pretty cool."

"Cool?" she repeated blandly.

"Yeah, you're awkward but you seem like a genuinely good person, at least to me. There's no other reason behind it. I don't have any ulterior motive if that's what you're wondering, but if anything I'd like to get to know you better."

"That's it? That's the sole reason for this, for talking to me?"

"Yup, pretty much. Why? Is that weird to you?"

Charla was silent again.

Alex lit her cigarette and let out a breath of smoke into the air. "We did talk about another thing, there were some rumors going around you already. About why you came here and the like, like you did something bad or some crap."

"And what if I did?" Charla said suddenly causing Alex to go still. "Would you look at me or even her differently if you knew the reason?"

Who's she talking about? "I'll be the judge of that, so what'd you do?"

Charla removed the hood and then placed a hand on her headphones. "You know about the accident right, the car crash?"

"You told me that too,"

She seemed to give a half almost smug smile. "Huh, I see. Regardless this little prick at that damn school decided it'd be fun to have a laugh at the expense of both the injury and death that took place a few years ago, and the trauma of the after affects that came with it. This little shit thought it was soooo funny. That was until I threw a chair at him then flipped him to the floor. He was crying from both, the big wuss that he was."

Alex frowned slightly, something about this conversation felt off to her. "Flipped as in figurative or literal?"

"Literal, after certain events at fourteen the best thought that came to mind was self-defence training so people like him would never try anything again. Then the bastard's parents wanted to sue but good old Dad called them out on all the crap they let their son do and said that if Johan had his way he'd run them to the ground for it."