Chapter 7:
Charlottes POV:
I can't believe Dom kissed me. I cannot believe he would betray Bertie like that or even think that it was okay with me. Should I tell Bertie? I really don't want to be the one to tell him. I dreaded school the next day because Dom and Bertie were in a lot of my classes. I entered my first period class. Bertie sat in his seat looking down. I walked by.
"Hey Bertie." I said.
Bertie looked up slightly and then muttered a "hi" He didn't seem to happy today. What if Dom told him already? But surely it wasn't my fault. How could Bertie be mad?
I sat down and the day droned on. Bertie or Dom didn't speak to each other and neither of them spoke to me either. Even Mrs. Mueller noticed they were quiet. I figured Dom told Bertie. But I wanted to hear more. After the last bell rang, I pulled Dom aside when Bertie left.
"I need to talk to you." I muttered.
He nodded and told me to meet him at his locker in fifteen minutes.
I walked to his locker through the empty hallway after gathering my books. He looked at me with an apologetic face.
"Okay, I first want to tell you that I'm extremely sorry. I don't know what came over me, I acted on impulse and I was a shitty friend…to you and Bertie." He said looking at his feet.
I paused.
"It's alright Dom, I didn't come to confront you. I came to ask about Bertie. I take it that he knows what you did. So how did he react when you told him?" I asked.
"I didn't need to tell him. He saw us through the window. He was walking by and just saw us."
I paused again thinking of what to say next.
"Did you talk to him afterward?"
"Charlotte, he doesn't want to talk to me. He just saw us and when I tried to explain things, he refused to listen. He's kind of a grudge holder so I don't know what to do besides wait for it to blow over."
"Should I try to talk to him?" I asked.
"I doubt he'll listen. I honestly didn't think he liked you this much. But he's really taking this seriously."
I blushed. This meant Bertie really liked me. I have to try to talk to him.
"Hey, can you give me his number?" I asked.
After Dom gave me his number, I left the school and walked home. Should I call Bertie now? I decided that I should at least attempt to talk to him so I flipped out my phone and tried to call. The phone rang a few times but then went to voicemail. He ignored the call. He must've known I would try to call. I tried calling again but no answer. That was the end of that.
Bertie's POV:
I spent the whole week pissed off about what happened. I barely even talked to my real friends like Harrison, Roy, Dan or Liam. I didn't look Dom in the eye or even Charlotte. I don't know if Charlotte was okay with Dom kissing her, but I didn't want to be in the middle of whatever they had together. Charlotte tried calling me and even said hi a few times during school. But I didn't reply. I didn't want to treat this like it was nothing. Dom tried talking to me too but God knows I'm not talking to that prick. Friday came around and I still kept my distance from Charlotte and Dom. Charlotte looked very depressed as the week progressed. I kind of started to feel bad for her. At the end of class on Friday, she came up to me.
"Hey Bertie, can I talk to you?" she asked.
I paused.
"Yeah, sure. I'll meet you in front of the school after I get my books from my locker." I said.
I didn't sound mean. But I didn't sound friendly either. In five minutes, Charlotte awaited me outside of the front entrance. She looked very pretty today with her hair messily tossed to the side and her old converse.
Charlotte's POV:
"Hey" I smiled.
Bertie smiled back.
"Hello."
We began walking in the direction of our homes.
I cleared my throat.
"So, I know that you probably hate me right now. But I just wanted to clear some things up. Dom and I didn't even plan on seeing each other on Sunday. We ran into each other at Walgreens and he asked me if I wanted to get tea as friends so I agreed. When I got there though, he immediately started to come onto me. After he kissed me, I left."
Bertie nodded, taking in the information.
"Why did you leave?" he asked.
"Well, I don't like Dom like that. I kind of had someone else in mind." I said very nervously.
Bertie walked slower and looked up.
"Someone else?" he asked.
I nodded and looked Bertie in the eyes. He didn't seem upset anymore. There was a long pause though as if Bertie was expecting me to say something.
"I like you Bertie." I said.
He smiled.
"I like you too."
We both began walking again, smiling to ourselves.
"Would you like to go get dinner with me tomorrow?" he blurted out.
"Of course." I replied immediately.
We burst out laughing. Before we knew it, we were in front of my house.
"Okay, well I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" I said.
Bertie nodded.
"Definitely."
I gave Bertie a hug. He held me tight for a few seconds. I then went into my house while he walked towards his. I think that went well. At least Bertie and I were on good terms now.
