Chapter 51

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Hi Everyone!

So two things before we get into the Chapter!

One- I know you can see Let It Go as the video and are probably thinking "Ugh not this song!" But this song is catchy af and what happens with this song in the chapter is something that my family still does to this day whenever it plays so please don't judge the song, just enjoy it this one time! Thank You!

Two- I have decided to go back and change Tessa's grade, she is now a Freshman in high school because too many of you were asking questions so it has changed just think of it as she stays in the 'junior' section of the high school.

Cool, cool, cool? Okay, carry on!


"Hi Charlie," an arrogant voice interrupts my daydreaming.

"What do you want Zach?" I ask annoyed, closing my locker, and staring at him.

"I heard about New Year's, such a shame, isn't it?" he smirks, looking around the crowded hallway.

"Yeah, a real damn shame," I answer sarcastically, "What do you want?" I ask again, trying to subtly look for any of my friends.

"Your friends aren't here to protect you," he answers leaning closer to me, making me back up into against my locker.

"You do realize I was the one that kicked your ass last time, right?" I smile sweetly up at him.

"A fluke accident," he replies, waving his hand dismissively.

"Yeah, that's exactly what it was," I tell him with a laugh. "How about we do a reenactment? I'll be Charlotte and you can be the dick with a spilt lip," I tell him with a fake smile.

"Leave her alone, Zach," Nathan comes out of nowhere and grabs Zach's shoulder roughly, pulling him away from me.

"You have no reason to be here, Nate," Zach smirks at him, shoving Nathan's arm off him.

"Neither do you," he replies, stepping between us.

"Well, at least I didn't date her knowing what I did to her," Zach shrugs with a grin, putting his hands in his pockets and walking backwards, down the hall, "I'll catch you later, Hayes," he winks, turning around, blending in with the crowd.

"Are you okay?" Nathan looks at me, concerned.

I scoff and roll my eyes, maneuvering past him, "I'm fine, I didn't need you to do that."

"I know you didn't," he replies softly, walking next to me.

"Can I help you? In case you didn't realize, we broke up," I tell him, stopping in the middle of the hallway, earning glares and curses from the other students.

I just wanted to talk, he says, gently grabbing my arm.

"Then talk," I say, turning around, and walking down the hallway.

His footsteps rush to meet mine, "I wanted to talk to you."

"You should have been more specific," I cross my arms over my chest, and stand still.

"I didn't know that you were the girl in the picture," he says straightforward. I raise an eyebrow, looking at him.

"But Summer said-," he cuts me off.

"Summer said that I dared her to specifically steal your clothes, but I just told her to steal any girls' clothes," he moves us off to the side, in front of the schools' trophy case.

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