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She was the reason Maths class was interesting. I always thought
nothing could ever do that, until she joined late in our sophomore year of high school. She had
arrived from England, gracing our Californian school with her stereotypical refined accent and
English Rose appearance. She sat in front of me in Maths, so I spent the hour watching her, my eyes
following her hand when she ran her fingers through her fringe, her long, elegant fingers brushing
her pale blonde, silky waves from her face. She was beautiful.
Charlie teased me about this of course.
        
``You should see your face, man! You looked in a daydream all the way through Maths. It's lucky
you're a genius or else you'd be totally failing.'' He said grinning, as we emerged from last
period, walking away from the Maths room. I smiled back.
        
``You're just jealous; you sit the other side of the room.''
Charlie laughed, ``Got me bang on there, mate.''
Charlie was my best friend. We'd been friends for years, since prep school where he picked me to do
a zoo animal mural with him and we found out we lived only a street away from each other. He had a
bright sense of humour and a smile that could charm a thousand girls. His blond-brown hair was
forever flopping in his grey eyes. He was the kind of person who was popular and cool but didn't
forget who he was and let it all get to his head.
Basically, he was completely different to me. I was the one with the black hair, opposed to blond
and the blue eyes instead of grey but our differences ran deeper than that. Charlie was always more
of a light-hearted, stroll-through-life kind of guy, me, I'm a deep-thinker. He plays soccer, I play
guitar, he's surrounded by girls, I'm surrounded by the pictures I draw.. But we didn't care, if
anything, our opposition made us better friends. But it still didn't stop him from teasing me about
Victoria.
However, this day I didn't mind his joking. My mind was full of the event scheduled for tonight.
Charlie interrupted my thoughts with similar ones of his own.
        
``Can't wait for Alfie Harris's party tonight. It's gonna be insane.'' He said as we stopped by our
lockers.
        
``Yeah,'' I replied, opening my locker and emptying my books into my bag. I swung it round onto my
back and closed my locker to lean against it, ``Do you know who's going?''
        
``You mean, do you know if Vicky's going?'' Charlie laughed. ``Yeah, she is. I reckon you got a
chance, someone said they heard her saying she goes for the silent, sensitive type.''
        
``Shut up!'' I blushed. Charlie closed his locker and pulled me along the corridor.
        
``Hey, what's the rush?'' I asked, smiling.
        
``Fee, she is the rush, I gotta meet her by the gates.''
        
``Is she going?'' I asked, glad to have the subject changed. Charlie turned to me his eyes
shining.
        
``Yes, it's gonna be awesome.''
        
``Uh-oh. I can sense what you're going to be doing and I don't think I really want to know.'' I
grinned.
His face went serious suddenly. He pulled me over to one side of the corridor, letting a swarm of
seniors go by. Some waved and yelled out ``You going to 47th street party?'' to which he
smiled and replied ``Hell, yeah!''. When they had gone he looked back at me.
        
``What?'' I asked frowning. It wasn't like him to go all quiet and thoughtful all of a sudden. He
took a deep breath.
        
``I think I'm in love with her, mate.''
I blinked. Then smiled.
        
``Wow. You had me worried for a second there. I mean, wow! Does she feel the same?''
       
``I dunno.'' He shuffled, looking down at his feet. I was surprised. It seemed like he really might
care for her more than he'd been letting on. Yeah, him and Fiona had been a couple but I'd always
thought it was a jokey sort of open relationship. I never thought I'd see the day when Charles
Samuel Kane stood before me and said to me he loved a girl. The charmer, the joker, in
love. I told him this too. He punched me on the arm, smiling and we carried on walking
towards the gates.
        
``You don't think I'm being stupid, do you?'' He asked worriedly.
        
``No! Not at all,'' I said.
        
``Good, because I know that some people say she's a bit of a, well, a slut. But I see a whole other
side to her, you know?''
I'd heard that too. I didn't believe it. Yes, Fiona could be flirty and full-on but she always
seemed quite nice and bubbly and she really seemed to care for Charlie. And anyone who passed the
mark with him, generally passed it with me too.
        
``Ah, there she is.'' He said, as we came down to front entrance stairs. I looked down and found her
midnight black hair in the crowd. We walked down towards her and she turned to us, sensing us with
that freaky sixth sense she had, and I could truly see why every guy wanted to be with her and every
girl was seething with jealousy. Her smooth black eyebrows slanted evenly above her dark, melted
chocolate eyes. She had high defining cheekbones and a slender neck that took your eyes down to her
slim, sun-kissed goddess body. I had to say, even I was a little bit jealous of Charlie.
He moved quickly towards her and caught her up in a tight embrace. I watched him whisper something
in her war and I saw her giggle and mouth ``later''. I grinned, not wanting to know what on earth he
had just said. She turned to me.
        
``So, going to Alfie's?'' She asked, smiling, Charlie's arms still around her as he kissed her
neck.
        
``Yeah.''
        
``Well, I'm sure you'll have a good time with Vick,'' she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

        
``Charlie,'' I gasped, ``You told her!''
He just smiled, winking at me.
        
``We gotta scoot. Gotta go to training while Fee goes downtown to shop.''
        
``Yeah, I've totally got to find something new to wear to that party. I have nothing.'' Fiona
said.
        
``I wouldn't mind you in nothing.'' Charlie said with a grin.
        
``Eww,'' I grimaced, walking past them, taking my cue to leave, ``There's only so much I want to
hear.''
They laughed and I joined in, turning back around and waving. ``See you later, then.''
        
``Bye.'' Fee said smiling. Charlie waved a hand but he'd already gone back to kissing her neck and
as I turned down the street, glancing back, I saw her spin around and lean into him, returning his
kiss passionately. Ah, I thought, young love.



 

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