"I was starting to think you weren't coming." Conner opened his door with a wide smile, and it almost made me flinch to see it.
It didn't take long for the smile to fade. "Something's wrong." He noticed, looking bewildered.
"Not really." I muttered.
Conner's eyebrows furrowed together. "Liar."
I groaned slightly. "Can I come in, or are you just going to leave me out here?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
It didn't really work, but Conner did stand to the side to let me through.
I stepped inside, my hands still deep inside my pockets as I let my eyes wander a little, to take in the new environment.
It was an average house. Nothing really stood out at me.
"What happened?" Conner continued to question me as he closed the door.
I pulled a face. "Ran into the bitchier version of Regina George." I confessed.
"Gabriella?" He guessed.
I cringed, which was all the answer he needed apparently.
"What did she do?" He asked, stepping up close to me, gently tugging on my chin so that I would look him in the eye.
I shrugged my shoulders, and Conner looked confused.
I frowned looking at the floor. "Do you-" I cut myself off shaking my head.
It didn't matter.
I wasn't going to be one of those who got bothered by stupid things like Gabr-freaking-ella.
"Do I..." Conner prompted me to continue.
"I don't want to talk." I said turning away, only to have him step around so that I was facing him again.
"Charlotte." He said my name again.
Why the fuck was that so effective?
"Do you find her attractive?" I found myself blurting out so quickly I practically tripped over my words.
"Gabriella?" He was looking at m like he was worried for me, and it didn't help. "I mean at very least objectively she's quite pretty." I continued on.
"Yeah, but then she speaks and it's all kind of ruined for me." Conner said, and I wasn't sure if he was trying to pull a smile out of me, but it wasn't going to work. "Why are you asking this?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "It's stupid." I said waving it off. I wasn't going to let her get to me.
I didn't want to let her get to me.
She was totally fucking getting to me.
"Have you ever done anything with her?" God fucking damn it. I didn't want the answer to that stupid question. I only looked up at Conner when the silence got to the point of unbearable.
"Really?" I asked, hoping he would deny it – because for some reason that was important to me.
"We only ever made out a couple of times." Conner said.
I genuinely, with out one ounce of irony, really liked a guy who had at one point made the decision to make out with Gabriella.
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Muted LoveTeen Fiction
It's been seven months since 'the incident' and Charlotte hasn't spoken since. And she doesn't intend to. She's no longer the person she was a year ago, but now she's being forced my her mother to re-attend school for her last year. Surrounded by...