"Felicity! I found another one. He's so gorgeous and he's only 25!" I typed to my best friend over the computer and sent her a picture of my latest love interest.

"Charlie…sorry to burst your bubble but…he probably lives in a different country LIKE THE OTHER GUYS. Or isn't single, LIKE THE OTHER GUYS. Or is gay…like the other guys."

"…you weren't sorry to burst my bubble…you say that every single time I show you my next husband." I sighed as the ugly truth sunk in.

"No offence but…you're kind of lonely. You are in desperate need of a relationship. I'm sure one of Taylor's friends would be happy to oblige." she offered.

My god, talk about straight forward.

"PSHFT! PFT! I am NOT. Just because I like to swoon over guys A LOT, that does not mean I want a boyfriend. School is my main priority, and a boyfriend would just distract me." I said, trying to convince myself that a relationship is not what I wanted at the moment. "Besides, all of Taylor's friends are like…muscular, hornballs. I prefer the more, mysterious artistic type."

"Whatevs, have it your way. But when I'm on a date, you'll be stuck taking care of the brats for me. Speaking of the brats, got to go baby sit Nick and Lena. Bye. "

As soon as she logged off, I changed my status to 'Away' and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water then turned on the TV.

Dingdong

I got up from the couch and went to go open the door.

"Heeeey best bud." Felicity smiled innocently.

"I thought you were supposed to be watching the twins?" As if on que, Nick and Lena popped out from behind Felicity.

"Can I ask for a favour my lovely, beautiful, most high?" Oh boy. "Could you watch the brats for me? Taylor asked me out for dinner. Last minute thing you know?" A smile made its way onto her face as if to say 'I warned you earlier'.

"Yeah okay fine. Have fun." The kids stepped inside the house and changed the channel to 'The Marvellous Misadventures of Flapjack'.

"BUT JUST SO YOU KNOW, THIS ISN'T A FULL TIME DAY CARE FELICITY HOULTS!"I yelled after her as she drove away.

Felicity was right, maybe I did need a relationship. After all, I was a Junior in high school and like…everyone was with someone.

Well, I was never one to stick to the status quo.

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I hate Math. I don't need it. I don't want it. Don't get me wrong, I was great at the subject. I just didn't enjoy it as much as it enjoyed me.

I sat in Math class and watched the clock, counting the seconds until the most dreadful class of all time was over. I took my eyes off the clock and observed the classroom. Posters were peeling off the walls, my teacher's hair was starting to grey, all the popular girls had pink pens, and the clock was ticking rather loudly. Concentrating on the time, I didn't notice the piece of paper thrown onto my desk until the person behind me kicked my chair. Rather rudely I might add.

"What the hell?!" I turned around and whispered to Mr. Chair-Kicker-From-the-Back.

"Look at the note freak."

I turned around and opened the crumpled up paper on my desk. There on the sheet was a drawn picture of a girl that looked a lot like me under the words "Socially awkward. Reject. Prude. Virgin…" I looked around the class and all eyes were turned towards me; hints of mischief and taunting in their eyes. It dawned on me that most of the class had participated in the caricature.

I blinked back tears and once the bell rang, I bolted out the room leaving all the snickering and giggles behind.

Another reason to hate Math class.

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"Charlie, you should've told me. I would've told Taylor to yell at his friends or something." Felicity said, wiping away my tears.

After school had ended, we had gone back to my house so that I wouldn't have to endure my self pity on my own.

"Or you could have told me! I would've beaten the shit out of your whole class! I would've brought a flamethrower and lots of guns." An evil smirk crept onto my other best friend's face.

"Gabe, a flamethrower?" Felicity and I asked in awe.

"Well I WOULD. You know I would Charlotte." he smirked.

"Don't call me that. I don't want to go to school tomorrow. Everyone laugh at me. Whoever said high school was the best years of their life was a retard." I sighed and sulked deeper into the couch.

"You have to go back Charlie! Show everyone that you won't just lay down and die! Show them that you have the courage to go back and walk with your head held high throughout those halls." Felicity slammed her fist onto my coffee table. "You will survive!" she yelled, thus starting a breakout to the song "I Will Survive"

"Okay you freaks. I have English homework to finish, so…y'all have to leave my humble abode."I shooed the two away and started working on my homework.Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.

Hopefully...