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After agreeing to be the focus of a college article,
senior Charlie Murtaugh gets more than he bargains for when he's assigned a clueless sophomore who knows nothing about the sport.
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My anger sobers me up quickly and I realise that it's getting harder to focus on not letting the kiss get to me. I'm not drunk but the lack of food in my system had the alcohol work its way into my senses making me feel more like I have the body mass of a feather than an actual human being. Charlie's eyes are resting on mine which also makes me realise he's waiting for a response to what I can only think of as an idiotic question.
"I didn't 'run off'" I air-quote with my fingers as I push myself away from Charlie, putting a reasonable amount of space between us. I've learnt that being near him when there's even a drop of alcohol in me is a terrible idea "I removed myself from a situation that I had no business being in. If I wanted to watch people kissing I think I'd know where to go."
If Charlie knows that I'm too unadventurous to watch porn, he doesn't show it. Instead, he furrows his brows, a fascinating gleam in his eyes.
"Are you confessing to having a PornHub subscription?" He asks.
"That's not-I don't-You're missing the point." I huff, ignoring the fact that my face is starting to warm up. Charlie has a mastery for making me hot and speechless and it makes me wonder if I have the same effect on him.
His eyes stay on mine wickedly, forcing me to concentrate on the depth of the blue orbs. It's amazing how his eyes are the perfect combination of the colours of the earth. When bright enough to discern, it reminds me of where the highland hits the water, the rich chocolate brown of the soil mixed with the deep blue beauty of the water with just the right speck of golden sunshine. A glance from him makes me feel bare-to the point where it's easy for him to unearth something about me without giving anything away.
The realisation makes me angry.
"What is it that you want?" I ask gruffly not caring that my voice is rough. "Why aren't you with your girlfriend-Alexis-whoever. Why did you come here?"
Charlie shrugs "I don't know. I just want to be here."
"That's not enough of an explanation," I say. I wait for him to say something but when he doesn't I nod and take it as my cue to leave. I lean in to snatch my skittles from the counter, hating the rage that's building in the hollow of my chest and bubbling in my veins. Most especially hating that the first thing I wanted to do when I leaned in was to embrace the spicy smell of his cologne. I don't expect Charlie to stop me but it doesn't make it sting less as I walk out of what was my little sanctuary for some minutes.
I hide the pack of skittles in my purse. Thankfully, Rex is nowhere to be seen and that's a source of relief for me. I hate to think about what he's doing at the moment but when a picture of him and the blonde from earlier pops in my head, I have to blink away the sting in my eyes.
Damn the blondes.
I make my way up the stairs quickly in search of a restroom. When I find one in an empty bedroom, I storm into it and lock the door. I let out a huge sigh as I look in the mirror.
