《Charlotte & the Seven Frat Brothers: The Interns (Book 2)》20
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I played with Autumn for an hour or so before driving back to the city with Jasper and Chase. I was and still am in shock when Chase suggested the there of us drive back together I was almost one hundred percent sure I was going to squeeze myself into the SUV with him and the guys. Thankfully, I didn't have to.
The ride wasn't quiet, but it also wasn't a very talkative atmosphere either. Jasper and Chase were talking with each other at times, while I sat in the back counting the trees pass by. My father text me all my flight details for tonight. By the time we arrive back to the city, I will only have an hour or so to change into something comfortable and get to the airport.
From: Charlotte Withers
To: HR Department
Subject: Time Off
Date: November 11 2016 8:01
Nancy,
Due to a family emergency, I have to fly back home for the week. I am not sure how long it takes to approve these things, but I will be leaving tonight and wont be back until the following Monday. Sorry for any inconveniences
Charlotte Withers
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"Chase you don't have to walk me all the way to my apartment. I am fine." I turn the key in the door.
"I know, but I was wondering if we can have some alone time." He places his hands on my hips, pushing his front against my back. Now, I know what kind of time he wants.
"Not right now." He walks us into the apartment and turns me around. "Chase." I drag out his name.
"Charlotte," he mocks me. "All I am asking for is an hour." he nips my neck.
"No." I push at his chest and he lets me go. "Thank you." I open back up the door gesturing for him to leave.
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"Really Charles?"
"Yes, I will speak to you later. Right now I need to get my things ready before my flight."
He looks confused at to why I am still going to Georgia. See the thing about Chase is that once he thinks I am back to my happy normal self, I shouldn't worry about the negativity. However, this is something I just can't move on from without getting the answers I deserve and desperately will continue to seek out.
"Are you heading out for just one day?" he asks.
"Yes," I lie. "I will see my parents tonight and fly back tomorrow afternoon."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Chase I am." I close the door a little. "So I'll speak to you tomorrow when I get back."
"Do you need me to stay and help you pack--maybe take you to the airport?"
Jeez, is he really going to keep this up? This is a new side to Chase I have never seen.
"Bye Chase." I say closing the door in his face, quickly locking it. I roll my eyes heading to the bedroom. Knowing Chase he will leave now only to come back in a few minutes, hanging around until I leave. I change into something more comfortable, grab my purse and hurry out the apartment.
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The plane ride back home was calm, too calm for my liking. I remember my mom telling me if you are about to confront your troubles and all is calm, a storm is brewing. So prepare for the worse.
"Char Char?" I stop dead in my tracks. I haven't been called Char Char since...
"Raven." I turn to look at her. She looks the sane minus the beach blonde hair she is now sporting.
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"Oh Char," she steps closer. "I'm so sorry about everything."
"Excuse me," an older man waiting to get on the escalator, grunts at me. I look from him to Raven and step aside. I feel every emotion coming at me all at once. My vision gets blurry as I take a step forward wanting to slap her, but I catch myself.
"Char? Are you okay?"
"Raven." I repeat like some kind of robot.
"Yes, its me. Is everything okay?" she reaches her hand out, gently squeezing my upper arm. All I want to do is book another plane ticket out of here quick. I honestly don't know what to say or do.
"I..." my voice cracks. "You--you hurt me. Raven." I shrug her hand off me. "You betrayed me."
"And I am truly sorry about that. If I could go back in time and change what I did I would. I'm back in town for a few weeks, we should go out for drinks or maybe dinner."
"Raven I can't. I'm not ready to forgive you. I thought I would be able to after reading your note, but I just can't. I need to go." I step on the escalator needing to leave the area. I can fill the walls closing in on me.
"Char! Char!" I hear Raven calling out for me, if I stay I know it will only get worse.
Reaching the ground floor, I scanned the awaiting drives looking for my name. Did my parents forget to get one? A older man walks into the lobby fiddling with his iPad. I watch as he flips it over and I say my last name in bold white letters.
"Finally." I whisper underneath my breath and walk more like jog towards him. "Hi, I'm Withers."
"Sorry ma'am. There was traffic." he apologizes.
"No problem. I wasn't waiting long...two minutes tops."
He nods his head. "Do you have any bags?"
"Oh no. Just me and the purse. Shall we get going?" I hope I didn't come off rude, but I don't want to deal with Raven again.
"Sure." he gestures for me to head out first. I do just that and not once look back. If I did and saw Raven give me the puppy face, I think I would have lingered behind to give her a chance. Something she doesn't deserve right now and I can't add another thing onto my plate just yet.
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