𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 - 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗬𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗦

•••

Maybe I'm being over dramatic when I say this but out there last night I felt as though something may have shifted in our relationship, or maybe I'm just being weird and it was exactly like every other time I've fell asleep on his chest as we star gazed.

Waking up this morning to the heat of an extra body was nice though, it meant that I didn't wake up shivering but it also meant I had to worry about making sure i had no dried drool around my mouth.

Yes, I have the tendency to sleep with my mouth open and drool a little. Not that i cared but still.

Charlie was asleep to the left of me, holding the pillow to his chest as though it was another person, his hair pointing in every which direction. Deciding to let him sleep some more and to go help with breakfast, I crept out of bed, taking care to not stir him because I know how little he really slept at night.

In the kitchen, behind the breakfast bar was my mom already awake and ready, making breakfast. I lifted myself up onto the stool and sat at the breakfast bar and picking at the chopped up fruits on the cutting board.

"What'cha making?"

"Pancakes, don't think i don't know about the fugitive you have in your room"

"You only make pancakes when he's here" i roll my eyes, picking up another strawberry, before I could even put it near my mouth she slapped away the strawberry, leaving me with a pout.

"Because that's what he likes" mom said almost with a 'duh' tone of voice.

It was rare for mom to be home on a Saturday, She often worked away at the weekends, especially Friday and Saturdays and often in the week because of her job as a flight attendant.

"You care more about him than you do me"

"We don't have favourites in this house"

"You know, I'm beginning to think that's a lie"

"It probably is, now will you go wake up your boy toy and father"

•••

The atmosphere at school felt different today, it felt as if more people were staring at me than usual and people were actually whispering about me too. It wasn't until i took out my earphones and walked down the hallway to my locker that it was actually confirmed and i was in fact right

"Do you think they actually did anything?"

"Are you sure it was him?"

"I don't believe it, he wouldn't want to even talk to her let alone go to her house in the middle of the night"

"God she's such a slut"

Wow, that was harsh.

But they was definitely talking about me, who else would they be talking about? Ignoring the whispers and stares I walked to class.

"I bet she's a bore in bed"

Oh wouldn't you like to know

The whispers and stares got increasingly hard to ignore because they weren't exactly discreet about it, but it wasn't until Charlie walked in late to lesson that it went silent in the class.

Sometimes I forget that the entirety of the student body minus a handful of students don't know Charlie like i do. They don't know that he cried while we watched five feet apart or that he probably has the biggest heart out of anybody i know.

I also forget that he's got a punch that could match Mike Tyson and fighting skills like Tyson Fury, thats the Charlie they all know. They know the harsh, cold and intimidating Charlie King.

Despite of this, I don't think i could ever be scared of him. Even if he wasn't my best friend.

It wasn't until he was a foot away from my table that i realised the true extent of his presence on the class.

It was pin drop quiet.

Even Charlie noticed that it was quieter than it should be.

Making his way to his seat in the far back corner, he looked around suspiciously before he made quick eye contact with me, widening my eyes he looked away realising what i had meant.

It didn't take long for the not-so-discreet whispers to return.

And obviously Charlie caught on.

The incessant dirty looks got tiring pretty quickly and I was practically immune to them by time lunch rolled around, i walked to my locker to be greeted by my boost smoothie and a little note one it.

"A snack for a snack ;)"

Chuckling at the cute note, I folded it and put it in my front pocket, turning around only to be stunned by one of the "it" girls sweetly smiling at me like a psychopath.

God, what does she want

It's not that I didn't like her or she was absolutely horrible to me, in fact she was the opposite, sickly sweet to the point where it seems fake, almost as if she has another agenda.

She'd smile at me in the hallways and wave or say hi if we'd see each other outside of school. It was just a little weird since we're not really friends or have no mutual friends.

"Hi Nyx" she smiled, showing her bright white teeth that looked too perfect to the point were they looked like veneers.

"Hi Mollie" giving her my sweetest smile possible

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay" her smile falters slightly and i take this as my opportunity to figure out why everyone's suddenly calling me a whore.

"What do you mean? I'm fine" I say, keeping my smile strong

"Well you know, with what everyones saying"

"Why? What's everyone saying? You're confusing me here Mollie"

"I hate to gossip but you should know... listen you didn't hear it from me okay?" Her voice quietens down a little, giving her a curt nod she continues " Sophie seen Charlie going to your house Friday night, and well knowing Sophie she told Scarlet and well, here we are."

"Oh, it just seems as a misunderstanding then, thanks for telling me"

"I know, I wouldn't believe them anyway, we all know you're not Charlies type of girl"

Ouch, that was a little passive aggressive

"See you around Mollie"

"Bye babe" and with that she saunters back down the hallway, her black hair swishing as she walks.

Fucking Sophie, never did like her or her blabber mouth, same goes for Scarlet.

They need to mind their damn business.

I won't lie, the constant verbal abuse was starting to wear me down.

I wasn't entirely bothered by them, like I'm not going to go home and cry about it but it wasn't nice to hear them things for almost eight hours consecutively.

When Charlie smiled at me on his way out to his car i knew he noticed how deflated i was feeling and he probably pitied me if he's found out what they've all been saying.

But it was Charlie King, the guy all the girls pined after, and I was supposedly the lucky girl after all but i guess to them i was just another one of his conquests. As if any of them had ever been with him regardless.

My walk home wasn't long, perhaps twenty minutes which i could easily do in just over ten if i speed walked it.

Which today I definitely wasn't going to do, in fact I even took the longer way home, stopping by local a corner shop for a slush.

It was no wonder that between the time i left school and made it home was more than enough time for Charlie to sneak into my room and leave a rose on my bed for me.

A yellow rose, with a note

'Signifying friendship and optimism

Love you x'

Ever since we was younger, we've always left a single rose on one another's bed in whatever colour we was feeling because the colour of a rose means different things.

I remember the first time he left me a rose, we was twelve-ish years old and it was pale pink meaning sympathy, it was the first time i had felt a such a deep rooted sadness which i was later told was depression. That week was probably my first experience with what a mental break down felt like and it was a slow, secret spiral downwards from there on for my mental health, which Charlie barely even knows about.

Or anyone for that matter.

It was like i was trading emotions in for anything at all that would dull the pain.

The following day he had come over and made me hot chocolate whilst he played monopoly and watched The Maze Runner which had recently came out at the time.

When he walked in my room, I was a mess, I hadn't showered for at least two days, I had cried myself dry and I hadn't ate for days prior to that hot chocolate and every time I moved I would see stars and come so close to passing out.

He made me feel better without even knowing it.