𝗢𝗡𝗘 - 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗡𝗫𝗜𝗘𝗧𝗬

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Some time in the future

The devil works hard but oh boy does Charlie King work harder. His smile, oh my that smile, some would say he had the smile of a devil and by some, i mean everyone. Everyone said that and it was true. I know this for a fact because his smile would make me do almost anything just to see it again.

Thats probably how i ended up here, in emergency care with a broken wrist at 1AM the same week he tattooed me. God damn smile of the devil.

I guess you're probably wondering how I've ended up in this predicament, so lets go back eleven years to my second year at school, his first year here.

Eleven years ago

I was playing in the sandbox at playtime when the heartthrob of the class, Elijah, had come over and i could already feel the nerves creep up on me and this memory is what i like to call my intro to anxiety as it was the first time i recall feeling such anxious feelings.

"Hey can i play here too?" His face was red and a sheen of sweat coated him as it was so hot outside and he had just been racing his mates, who could run the fastest. I nodded my head, my deep dark brown hair slapping me in the face in the process.

"Thanks" he said, brushing his hair out of his eyes at the same time a blush crept up on his face. He was essentially the all American boy girls dream about. With mousey brownish blondish hair that covered his forehead and got in his eyes, he had soft features and blue eyes.

We didn't talk, in fact we just awkwardly played with the sand and made sand castles, our hands occasionally brushed each other making us look up at one another. It was peaceful until his friends made their way over.

"Ew! You like her! Eli likes the quiet girl!" They chanted.

"I do not!" Elijah defended himself

"Yes you do! You've been holding her hand" they began shouting again and suddenly we both became aware of how close we was standing together. "You like her!"

I wasn't fully comprehensive of what was happening until i was shoved onto the floor, Elijah shouting how he doesn't like me. "I don't like her! She's weird! Look at her!" His friends began to disperse not even seconds after i was shoved to the ground and it was Elijah, his best friend, and i was on the floor still, almost in tears. "I don't like her, she's ugly" he kept saying to convince his friend.

"You don't push girls!" I heard a voice say, and seconds later, Elijah was running to the teacher, his hand cupping his chin catching the trickle of blood caused from what i had later found out to be his tooth that had fallen out, or should i say punched out.

To do this day I'm still the only one that knows that his tooth was already loose and the verge of falling out regardless and that after it happened the boy, Charlie King, who came to my rescue had taken me to the nurse whilst my eyes were threatening to spill tears and to this day he's still the towns bad boy.

But to me he was Charlie.

Present day

From that day on I've been friends with Charlie, more like best friends. Or at least as close as best friends as you can get to be with the bad boy. It started out with him just shoving people who bullied me, just making it look like they were random outbursts of anger, but pretty quickly it became more, we'd hang out at one another's houses after school and he'd put a smoothie in my locker just before lunch so I'd eat something whilst at school because he knew i hated the food here. But we were never seen together in school or out of school and no one knew we were best friends and it's probably for the best that it stays this way.

I mean, Charlies never been seen with girls in school but its a known fact, or a known rumour more like that he sleeps around. I mean it's kind of weird that no one knows that I've had sleepovers with the bad boy, or that he and my mom baked brownies for me on my 13th birthday, but it'll most likely stay that way.

In school i wasn't popular but i guess you could say that i was known around school, everyone knew me by face and name but i never attended the parties and i barely raised my hand in class and after Brooklyn, my best friend moved away i don't exactly hang out with people in school but I wasn't a loner by any means so don't you dare think I'm a loser.

To be quite honest I don't even hate school that much, i hate that i spend my lunches alone in the art room or my english teachers room but I don't hate school, probably my favourite part being that we have a uniform, black trousers for boys, a white button up and the school's tie. For girls you could wear a black skirt, trousers or plain black dress. No trainers, no hoodies and no skinny jeans or jeans in general . But they didn't exactly enforce them, lets be honest.

And to be even more honest i looked pretty fucking decent in the uniform, it meant I didn't have to find something new to wear every day and I didn't stand out too much since everyone was following the same dress code. And what i wore was flattering for me.

I wore a plain black mock kilt mini skirt that's probably a little too short, with different variations of white button ups tucked in and changed between vans, dr martens and platformed black loafers that made me 5'3 instead of my usual 5'1-ish height. Sometimes i wore different skirts like black tennis ones or skater skirts but that was what i wore five days a week.

Today it was vans, mock kilt and a silk white long sleeve button up shirt.

Most girls, or at least the "popular" ones took the opportunity to wear bodycon dresses but who was i to judge?

I was making my way through the hallways, before heading to the art room to catch up on some work as it was lunch time, spotting charlie passing by he offered me a small smile and a head nod, reassuring me of what I already knew, my smoothie was awaiting me.

I dread to think how much he's spent over the years on these smoothies, and i try to pay him back but he never accepts my offers, saying he doesn't need the money. His mom was an interpreter and translator at the nearby hospital and his dad worked as an engineer at the family garage where Charlie also worked occasionally if they needed someone to cover a shift, so i guess you could say they weren't too bad when it came to money.

He lived in an average middle class house that could be viewed on the slightly larger side and it was in a decent neighbourhood. I on the other hand, lived in a slightly smaller house, with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. Although it was small, it seems a lot bigger, especially when you're home alone most of the time and the neighbours across the street looked out for me, which is promising since they're very protective of me because my mom looked after them when they were younger.

I was just starting my sketch of my new piece for my art class, on the verge of pulling my own hair out and snapping the pencil when Charlie popped his head through the door.

"They didn't have your usual so i got you that mango one you said you liked a while back, is it okay?" He asked, a slight look of worry crossing his face.

"It's perfect, Thank you" i smiled at him and his worrisome look seemingly fades away.

"Good, I'm going to head out and get some of that pizza they're serving, might even shove some kids in the process. I'll talk to you later" flashing me his devil like smile, he left closing the door, leaving me alone with my pencils, smoothie and hatred towards the art on the page.