Author's Note: So this is my first My Candy Love fanfiction without the main character as an original one. Posting this prologue chapter to see the reactions from you guys. I would greatly appreciate it! Inspiration just decided to strike, and I would like to let it carry me as far as it would go! So without further ado, here is "Say Yes"

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Prologue

I did a quick once-around look at my schedule.

It was full.

It was always full.

No one realized how busy I actually was, or how many things I had on my plate. I looked like a useless minion to the blonde Bristol queen. There was only me to blame for that though, hanging out with Amber made it seem like I was an airhead too.

That's right, she's an airhead. And that's right, I know it fully well.

What no one understands is having an airhead friend is very useful, especially when she's willing to go to any lengths to get whatever she wants. Being the person I am, I am extremely persuasive without her knowing it. After some time, she does something she thinks she wants, when in reality, it was an idea I suggested over lunch.

I'm not evil, it's just business.

Nathaniel knows this all too. It was inevitable that him and I would become more than acquaintances. I would even go so far as call him a close friend. Of course, not out loud. Amber would have my car rigged to see me in an accident once I decided to do something stupid like that.

But it was true. He was the only one at par with me through everything, and we worked together on countless cases and projects. But while he was in the light—having been in the Student Council ever since he was in diapers—I was in the background, making appointments, calling for meetings, dealing with the unfathomable. Nathaniel dealt with the people, the principal, the structures and aesthetics of things. This was our perfect and always equal arrangement. I still had no idea how he was twins with Amber. Twins, my God. He got all the brains, absolutely all of it. She got all the arrogance.

There was nothing to interrupt me now, not today. And even if there was, I would have it smoothed out in no time. That was just who I am.

My phone rang.

"Charlotte, no phones at the table." my mother admonished, adding in her signature harsh look with her hazel eyes.

"It's important, Mom." I said calmly.

"Put it away, now."

I glanced at the screen. It was Nathaniel Bristol.

Calling at seven in the morning? This had to mean something.

"Mom, let me just—"

"Charlotte." Now my Dad had joined in. His word was final. I shrugged back down on my seat and bit into the buttered toast set in front of me.

"Lotty?" the little voice piped through the tense atmosphere. I looked over at my little sister, Hannah, who was so little in her chair that I could only see her eyes peering over the tabletop. Only she could call me Lotty. If anyone else tried, they would walk around with my penmanship inked on their cheeks after I smacked them with my clipboard.

"Yes, Han?" I raised my pierced eyebrow.

"Why are Mommy and Daddy always mad at you?" she asked innocently. I smirked.

"Because Lotty likes to do schoolwork all the time." I answered sweetly.

"I thought doing schoolwork was good?" She asked. "Or is it bad because Mommy and Daddy don't want you to do it—"

"Hannah, don't listen to your sister." My mom cut in. "You can do schoolwork, just not at the table. It is good to do it."

"But, but I always do my maths on this table!" Hannah cried, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Aw Han, don't cry." I chirped. I was going to say something more but my eyes caught sight of the wall clock.

7:10.

"I'm off." I announced, rising from my seat and grabbing my keys from the bowl stationed at the kitchen counter. The last thing I heard was Hannah bawling and my Mother trying to silence her, before the front door shut behind me.

It took me years to save up for my car, but I had done it. I was young, but I promised myself I would be driving an Acura as my first car. And knowing myself, I was not about to settle.

This was why I was driving a large white Acura to school.

When I arrived at S.A.H., the halls were already busy. This was unusual because normally, I arrived before most students. The noise shouldn't be starting until a quarter to eight.

No one bothered me as I walked through the gossiping, loud teenagers, clipboard in hand. No one called out to me. This was just how I liked it. It must have been because it was the first day of school, but to me, there was no difference. Some familiar faces disappeared, some added. Rarely were more added, or maybe I just didn't care enough to take them into account.

But what was with all this noise? It was unnerving, and a change in schedule was not something I appreciated. Not that I couldn't make any of the necessary adjustments, but I would rather not.

Finally, I walked over to the center of all the attention. It was in our second classroom.

"Thank God, you're finally here." My head turned to the sound of his voice.

"Thank God, I am." I replied.

This was our usual hello.

Nathaniel tucked his light hair behind his ear. His eyes were golden—golden—but they were clouded. He was thinking of something, I knew that much with one look at him. I knew him that well. There was an angelic look to him, and I would've mistaken him for a cherub had he not looked so flustered all the time. He often asked me how I did it, always looking so calm and collected, when we both knew fully well that the two of us were doing an equal amount of work.

It was only a joke of course. We both knew why he was so on-edge all the time. But that was only for us to know. And of course, Amber.

"What's the agenda for today?" I asked him as a formality. I knew both our schedules, and he knew mine, but we went over it anyway.

"You didn't answer my calls." Nathaniel ignored my question. He crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side inquisitively.

"Yes, I didn't." I repeated. "Anyway, at nine you have a mee—"

"There's been a change of plans." Nathaniel shook his head. "We have new students arriving today."

"W-What?" I stammered. This was not in my schedule. This was not in his schedule. This was not a fair warning either.

"Twins." Nathaniel finished.

"Twins." I repeated dumbly. "Why are there so many twins now?"

There was already Amber and Nathaniel, which was enough.

"From what I can recall, I'm the only one with a twin here." Nathaniel said. "Until today, that is."

"Well, we don't need anymore." I said curtly. "Unless they're both attractive, identical males."

"They're both girls, fraternal." Nathaniel replied. I frowned.

"Hmmph."

"Charlotte, be nice."

"That's your job." I replied, picking up my clipboard. "But thank you for telling me. Should I call and move your morning meeting with Mr. Faraize to later in the afternoon? I have enough time before class to do it."

"Yes, please." Nathaniel nodded, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He had a tired look to them, and it was only the beginning of the year.

"By the way," I said. "You're making a lot of noise, I thought there was a crowd in here but it turns out it was just you."

"It wasn't just me." Nathaniel shrugged. "I was with this little guy."

He pointed at the corner, and I looked over his shoulder. It was the principal's dog.

"Oh, God." I rolled my eyes. "That thing better not get loose again."

"Yes," Nathaniel breathed. "Not if we want to avoid what happened last year."

Picture an image of Nathaniel running towards the dog, and straight into my stomach instead, having us both knocked off our feet, clipboards and pens flying. Our faces were inches apart, and never had we ever even touched each other at all before. His face was red and my eyes were wide as he scrambled off me and apologized profusely. That was the day that I figured out that Nathaniel was a virgin.

"No, that would be a nightmare." I agreed.

"That's not what I meant." Nathaniel blushed. "But if you were hurt in all that, then yes, that would be a nightmare for us both."

I smirked and raised an eyebrow. While Nathaniel's cheeks were pink and his eyes drifting off to look at the floor, mine were cool and my mouth curved and collected.

"Me?" I almost laughed. "Get hurt? Please, that could never happen."

I didn't know it yet, I would figure that out much later, but there was so much irony in what I had just said.

The fact I was saying it to him, of all people.

Because for the first time, damn was I wrong on absolutely all levels.

A/N: Did I mention that comments make the internet worth it?