Opposites But Not
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Oh goodness I am so sorry for not updating in a week I just started school and I am currently dying from the work load but updates will be more spaced out (hopefully not this much), so I wish you all to be patient. Thanks guys!
The sound of tool hitting wood panel woke Heather from her nap. Rubbing her eyes and yawning, she treads down and over to the living room to find Rey kneeling on the tile floor, hair up and hands red as she tightly gripped the hammer. Brows furrowed, she continued building the control panel, which Heather had expected to be finished by now, considering the amount of time that lapsed. Apparently Rey was too preoccupied with current events she simply had no time.
Heather watched idly, arms crossed over her chest as she watched Rey struggle to straighten up a screw. A tad amused, she smirked and a small giggle erupted as Rey's expressions became more exaggerated. The brunette whipped her head over to the blonde, glaring, and that's what made Heather burst out laughing.
"Me failing to build stuff isn't funny, Heather."
"I-It's your f-face!" Heather continued laughing.
Rey subconsciously patted her face. "There's nothing wrong with my face."
"Except now." A glint of amusement was imbedded in her eyes. "So you're finally building the control panel after like 2 months?"
"Yes. I didn't realize until yesterday that I never finished it."
Heather stared at her in disbelief. "Until yesterday? What, the dozen planks on the floor didn't give you an idea?"
The brunette's jaw went slacked, offended. She intended to throw the rag next to her at Heather's face, albeit missed. Rey huffed and whipped her head back to the soon-to-be control panel. Heather picked the rag up and threw it at Rey's back, who ignored it. She headed back to her room, and splayed herself across the blue and grey duvet. Heather stared at the ceiling that she was all too familiar with.
This is getting horribly repetitive. I've been too sappy for the past days. It's annoying.
The blonde's eyelashes fluttered, and eventually shut closed.
I want everything like it was before. Something I horribly miss.
..
Heather's eyes shot open. Well now I can't go back to sleep.
I've succumbed to my disappointment! Great!
How did I get from laughing along with Rey to having an existential crisis at 14? When the events make you a completely different person than you were earlier. This is stupid.
Can I stop being sappy and get on with my life?
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I can't avoid my problems. If I want to leave sooner, I have to solve the current situations. That might be a tad difficult- as an example, I nearly fought Henry to the near death at his job. Jasper might be too stubborn to accept, Henry as well. Charlotte's a smart girl; she could find some other reason not to trust me. Melissa is a pain in the bottom, and I can consider it a death wish if I ever attempted to say no or practically any negative statement around her. Stephanie and Julia are basically brain-washed to follow Melissa.
The blonde sat up on her bed, shoulders drooped. Her mind was too preoccupied with her thoughts.
That settles it.
I'm going to try to fix everything.
Starting with going back to school. But I know that if I return it's not like Henry's gonna run up to me and beg on his knees for forgiveness immediately.
..
I hope at least one person didn't believe Melissa.
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And, to clarify. I am aware of the dumb survey she made. Clever, yes. Truly broke me. I mean, if one of the most popular girls in school makes a survey to get back at one person, most likely that one person will find out if all of her friends suddenly go against her.
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The Polymath was my previous problem. At some point, Melissa needs to be revealed for how horrible she is. But the Char, Jasp, and Hen problem is my priority right now.
"It's been days. Do you want independent study?" Rey asked as she connected two wires together. Heather sat on the tile with her back against the rear of the couch, watching the brunette continuing to the build the control panel.
Heather sniffed. "You seem to be working on the control panel a lot," she spoke, abruptly changing the subject.
Rey rolled her eyes. "Don't change the subject. I'm asking you a question."
"Well I'm commenting on your activities."
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"Answer it, please."
The blonde groaned. "Fine. No."
"You.. don't want independent study?" the brunette questioned, raising a brow.
"Because I want to go back to school."
At that, maternal instinct hit Rey again. She whipped her head to Heather, who stared blankly and shrugged nonchalantly.
Is she still hurt? I..
I'm still worried. She keeps trying to hide her emotions.
"A-are you sure?" Rey attempted to confirm, a worried tone in her voice. "I- I mean if y-you still aren't sure-"
Heather interrupted her. "I am sure. You see me cry like half the time now. Boring, right?"
Rey was at a loss for words. "The amount you cry doesn't particularly bother me."
The blonde raised her own brow. "I know it does."
Putting the blue and red wires on the floor, the brunette turned to Heather, and sat Indian style. Her blue eyes locked her brown ones, ones that spoke of genuine assurance. The blonde could see paranoia practically screaming from the cool blue eyes that were on the woman's face.
The brunette blinked slowly. She sighed heavily. "Yes.. you are right," she spoke, albeit reluctantly. "I'm still worried."
Heather creased her brows. "Please don't be worried about me."
Rey shot up from her position. "And why can't I? Heather, I know how hurt you are. Don't hide that from me."
"I'm not hiding anything from you," the blonde responded with a stern tone. "You've already seen everything I had to offer."
"Well, you're trying to take it back."
Heather took a deep breath. "I don't want to argue about this."
"Neither do I, but if you're going to keep doing this we might have a reason to do so," Rey retorted.
The blonde's jaw went slack. "I'm not doing it as often!"
The woman rolled her eyes. "As often. And I'm not Captain Woman."
"Barely. And you really aren't Captain Woman any longer."
Rey's eyes dilated, and she put her hands on her hips. She was beginning to become annoyed. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
"What do you think?" Heather replied. "We haven't fought crime in weeks. Sorry, a true hero was lost on this day."
She stood in her stance, fists clenching. Rey was in no mood for this.
"If you're going to talk like this, forget it. You're not going back to school."
Heather stomped her foot. "Are you kidding me? You don't want me to go back to school? You don't want me to learn?" she asked, sarcastically.
"I don't want you to be associating with people who are just going to incessantly put you down, Heather."
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The blonde's nostrils flared. "I'm going back to school to fix that."
"And if it doesn't work?"
Her frustration was abruptly increased to the brim.
"I can't believe you!" Heather exclaimed. "You think I'm not able to solve my own problems!"
"You've completely avoided them, you stayed in your room and sulked for days. How can I think you will?"
"Well, I've had a change of heart," she spoke. "And if you don't want me to associate with people who put me down, that means I can't talk to you any longer."
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Rey froze in her stance, incapable of replying. Heather whipped her head away, standing up and calmly walking back up to her bedroom. She slowly closed the door, and jumped on the bed, face down, shutting her eyes.
I thought she wanted the best for me. What the heck is Rey doing?
.. Is this some kind of test? To see if I'd do anything to get back at her? Who am I, Melissa?
I hope not.
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It was after Heather successfully completed her second nap that she found Rey standing at her doorway, eyes screaming guilt and her arms were crossed over her chest. Her baseball sweater was crinkled, hands red from overuse, and brows knitted together. The brunette looked up at the blonde girl who stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her. She rolled her eyes.
"Come here to say sorry?"
Rey stared blankly. "Maybe," she spoke hesitantly.
Victory flooded through her. "Well, let's just say that I was right and you were wrong."
The brunette rolled her eyes. "Do I have to take that back?"
Heather's eyes dilated. "Oh, God no. I hate arguing with you."
"Well, now you know how I feel," Rey responded, pointing both index fingers to herself. "Please don't make this harder for me. I'm at the brink of losing my mentality because I have to worry about you so much."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"What do you think?" Rey questioned, raising a brow. Soon enough, Heather nodded in understanding.
"Oh, so this is mostly about you now. I can't make you more stupid."
The brunette shook her head in denial. "No, no. It's not mostly about me."
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"Fine, it is." the woman spoke, observing the blonde's face which had the words You're lying written on it.
"You're so conceited, it's depressing," Heather told her, shaking her head in mock disappointment.
"I'm aware, thanks."
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"Soo.." the blonde trailed off, hands in pockets.
"You were right," Rey blurted out. "I- you were right. Definitely. I'm sorry I doubted you."
Heather raised a brow. "About?"
"I can tell how devoted you are to rekindling with Henry and the others," the brunette responded, starting to walk as Heather descended down the stairs. She nodded.
"And, I know they're the first people you've met here, and liked, so it's completely understandable to me."
The blonde had a sheepish look on her face. "Yeah.."
Rey sauntered back and patted her shoulder. "Go ahead. Go to school tomorrow, attempt to do so. If it goes well, great. If not.. I'm sure you'll meet new people."
"I guess," Heather spoke. "Thanks, Rey." She wrapped her arms around the brunette woman, who ever so slightly hesitated but then did the same as well.
"No problem. Don't feel helpless- I'm always here."
Heather smiled up at her. "Glad to hear that."
Rey mentally slapped herself.
I'm not always here. Sometimes I'm out fighting crime and lying to her.
Heather opened the glass doors of the building to find the regular groups of classmates walking around, standing, talking, all that. It was a normal occurrence, nothing for her to blink an eye at. Her main objective at the moment, apparently, was to find familiar heads of blond and curly hair, or raven hair and a pair of blondes, though to no avail. She sighed, heading to her locker.
Pushing her thumb on the sensor, she heard the opening of a locker next to her. Heather perked up, hoping to see Henry. Instead, it was a brunette girl who grabbed her book out of her the compartment. Heather recognized her, she shared a history class with her and.. Henry.
Wondering if the girl knew, Heather spoke up. "Hey, do you know where Henry is?" she asked.
The girl turned to her, eyes dilating before calming again. "Uh- no, I think I saw him in the quad.."
Heather nodded. "Thanks, anyways."
"No problem," she piped, before hustling away.
As Heather grabbed her textbook and closed her locker, she walked through the hallways quickly and eventually to the doors leading to the quad. Her head whipped around, hopefully to find Henry. Soon enough, she became irritated. He was no where in sight. Heather sighed, having a want to give up but simultaneously feeling lame for giving up so soon. Not even Jasper or Charlotte were around, which made Heather agitated. Did they really hate me that much?
She picked up her pace in walking and becoming preoccupied with finding them, she bumped into a slightly shorter figure, who almost as instinct grabbed her shoulder to hopefully prevent the both from tripping. Heather audibly gasped, eyes dilating.
"Oh, God!" Heather yelped, shaking her head. "I'm so sorry for bumping into you, it was my-"
"It's fine," the seemingly familiar voice responded with assurance. Heather snapped up, and faced the person.
It was Charlotte.
At instant a surplus of thoughts arose. She hates me too, obviously.
Wait.
But.. she didn't sound like it.
Waaiiit.
"Uh- yeah, ok," the blonde spoke, attempting to mask her voice as neutral. The curly-haired girl had a small smile on her face in response, and Heather raised a brow.
She shook her head, denying her thoughts of She really doesn't hate you!. "Why are you smiling?" Heather asked, faking irritation.
Initially, Charlotte did not respond. It annoyed Heather. She did speak eventually, replying, "Is it a problem if I smile?"
Heather was absolutely dumbfounded. Is this manipulation..?
Charlotte understood right after the whole situation. Heather was suspicious of her "objectives". She hoped the blonde wasn't too stubborn to hear what her position was pertaining to the events that occurred for several days.
"Look," the curly-haired girl murmured, whipping her head around to see if Henry or Jasper were around, or others such as Melissa. She decided that it was likely that they'd eventually tread around here, so Charlotte snatched Heather's arm and nearly dragged her to the tree at the near corner of the school, where less students were around. It was good enough.
The blonde's brows were knitted in confusion, but quickly changed.
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"I believe you."
..
What.
Did- did she-?
Nononononono. Charlotte Bolton, did you really just-
Waitwaitwait What?
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Heather sputtered, arms going limp. The curly-haired girl chuckled, seeing the blonde unconditionally dumbstruck.
"I really do, if you're wondering," Charlotte continued. "I- it was quite obvious that you wouldn't do it on purpose, now would you?"
The blonde shook her head, still unable to speak coherently.
"Yeah. So Henry and Jasper are pretty stubborn, and stupid, for believing Melissa, which means it's gonna take them a while to believe the same as I."
Almost as instinct, Heather hugged her rather tightly. The breath escaped from Charlotte momentarily, but she returned the hug. The blonde let go, a wide grin on her face.
"You don't even know how relieved I am to hear that," Heather spoke, her grin not escaping. "I've lived in utter death knowing you all probably don't believe me, but now I know that you do. Thank you."
Charlotte grinned. "No problem, Heath."
The two girls stood in awkward silence, Heather barely able to contain her excitement, which amused Charlotte dearly.
And as the bell rang for class to begin, the blonde and the curly-haired girl walked side by side, updating both on events, laughing, ranting, like the usual. Heather missed this dynamic with Charlie- he was a lot like Charlotte. He hated drama, absolutely. It was nice to have Charlotte around who kept her right at home.
"You know, I felt really guilty about what I said about Jasper," Heather told the curly-haired girl. "I didn't realize that he'd eventually find out and that it'd hurt him. I'm really guilty."
"Don't be," Charlotte assured her. "I know Melissa must've set you up somehow."
Heather nodded. "She really does hate me. Now I have Henry and Jasper in the same position as her."
The curly-haired girl's brows knitted together. "They're gonna be stubborn and not believe you like I did."
"I understand that. But.. I really miss being with them. It really hurts that they don't think I'm trustworthy."
Charlotte hoped Henry and Jasper didn't find out about this too soon. She and Heather would be in the utmost screwed.
Days passed, and the curly-haired girl believed she did a fairly decent job separating herself from Henry and Jasper to Heather from time to time. The blond nor the curly-haired boy were suspicious, yet, but Charlotte believed to just cherish the time she had at the moment before Henry found out and had an increased want to scream at her. Heather enjoyed Charlotte spending time with her, it made events much more eventful.
Although, after that amount of days, the obliviousness abruptly stopped. The blond boy began to ask Charlotte where she went, although she excused herself as going to the LIMP. Even as they didn't have meets everyday, she just told him that to hopefully prevent him from prying any longer. Eventually, it didn't work.
"Are you really going to LIMP?" Henry asked Charlotte at one point as they headed to class. "I heard they don't have meets everyday. Only 2 days a week."
"Uh- they asked me to go everyday," she spoke hastily.
"They don't do that."
Darn his observation.
"Wh-whatever..!" Charlotte pipes up, before treading away as far as possible from Henry, who raised a brow in confusion.
"Charlotte, we have to go.. to.. class..?" Henry called out to her, who blatantly just ignored him out of supposed fear.
..
Soon enough, he followed her around. She noticed, and became more anxious.
Hiding behind shrubs, lockers, people. He strained his neck hopefully to find evidence pertaining Charlotte's whereabouts. Luckily for her, Heather was never around when he did so. When talking to another friend, she found Henry attempting to hide behind Oreste, who was reading a book. The blond peered behind the boy's shoulder, whose brows furrowed in irritation.
"What the heck are you doing?" Oreste asked, whipping his head to Henry.
"Something," Henry spoke, and shushed when the boy attempted to retort.
Charlotte whipped her head to Oreste and Henry's direction, and the blond boy instantly crouched down, hoping the curly-haired girl didn't notice. She did.
Well, since his legs could be seen behind the older's boy's legs. Wasn't that hard for Charlotte to discover.
She walked away eventually, sensing that Henry was cautiously following after her footsteps.
..
By this time, Charlotte was intensely paranoid. When talking to Heather, her eyes became more evident to her surroundings, hopefully to not see the familiar blond poking in her business. She did, earlier, explain to Heather, who became worried. The curly-haired girl wished she hadn't mentioned it to the blonde.
"What- what if he finds out?" she questioned with an anxious tone.
"I promise, I'll make sure he doesn't."
Heather's brows knitted. "Are you sure?"
Charlotte nodded. "I really am. What kind of friend would I be?"
"A Henry."
The blonde and the curly-haired girl giggled.
Entwining her fingers, she grinned up at Heather. "I was thinking.. do you want to go to my house today, if you want?"
Heather's eyes glinted ecstasy. "Of course I do!"
"Is your mom fine with it?" Charlotte asked, raising a brow.
"Well.." Heather trailed off. "I'll ask her, but I can assume that she'll be fine with it."
Charlotte shrugged nonchalantly. "Alright then." And the two went off about other topics, avoiding Henry as much as possible.
Later, as school ended, Henry hastily walked out of the building and squatted behind the shrubs, straining his head once in a while to seek the curly-haired girl. He was immensely suspicious; Henry elaborated about it to Jasper, who was perplexed about it as well. The blond was nearly desperate to discover what was Charlotte doing.. or hiding.
Henry's brows furrowed. Charlotte's keeping a secret? It really isn't like her to do so.
What is it?
He ignored the question, attempting to find her. Albeit, Henry only saw the people he didn't want to see. The blond began to be agitated, fist clenching. What was Charlotte hiding? What was it that she didn't want Jasper or I to know? Who or what did it involve?
Who..?
After a kid asked him why he was at the bushes, Henry gave up. He shot up, and exited the school. Walking home, disappointed, he was left busy in his thoughts.
I need to know. Now.
Hands in his pocket, he sauntered down the sidewalk that led to his house. Mostly empty, he enjoyed it. Henry was too preoccupied with Charlotte that he didn't necessarily bother with anyone else at the moment. The blond remembered that to get to his house, he had to pass Charlotte's. He thought that she might've been home by now; he could quickly stop by and ask her. Eventually, he reached the street that led to Charlotte's home. Henry was already mentally preparing the questions he was going to ask her. For example, What are you hiding from Jasper and I? And why?
As he reached the corner, he heard speaking. Henry observed it was between two people, voices sounded young, must be classmates. A laugh was then heard, which Henry recognized oh so dearly. Charlotte.
The blond creeped behind the fence, and found Charlotte talking to a person who didn't appear in Henry's view, initially. He realized the only way to see the person who was talking tot he curly-haired girl was to get closer, and he'd get caught for sure. But he was already aware that Charlotte was observant as well; she probably already knew that he was nearly stalking her. Henry then decided to take the risk, snapping up and moving closer. Charlotte turned to the blonde figure, and they were both laughing.
Henry hadn't seen that blonde before, he thought. Although, he froze in his stance, recognizing the backpack.
..
"Heather?" he sputtered, speaking his thoughts. Heather as well froze in her spot, eyeing Charlotte, who was just as startled as the blonde. She sighed heavily, and they both turned around.
"H-Henry!" Charlotte piped, gasping. "I- I didn't see you there..!"
Henry instantaneously became infuriated. "You're hanging out with Heather? This is the secret?"
Charlotte treaded towards him, shaking her head. "Henry- it's not like that-"
"You!" Henry exclaimed, pointing at Heather, who was just about done. "When did you get here?"
"Henry, stop," Charlotte pleaded, trying to prevent him from advancing to Heather, though to no avail.
"That's none of your business," Heather spat, glaring.
The blond let out a dry chuckle. "None of my business, it most definitely is. My best friend leaves us for a liar?"
The curly-haired girl stomped her foot. "Henry, she's not a liar!" She exclaimed, already irritated. Henry only gave her a look of disbelief.
"Look what you do!" the blond boy spoke to Heather, who was just as irritated. "Tricking people into thinking you're innocent-"
"Stop!" Charlotte nearly yelled at Henry, who whipped his head, and nearly instantly backed off. "I- sorry.."
"You're coming with me," the blond responded, snatching her arm. Charlotte attempted to let go of his grasp, although she noticed he was rather strong and she was practically doing it for no reason. Heather attempted to intervene, pulling Charlotte away from him, but Henry hissed at her and slapped her arms away. "Heather, go home. No one wants you here."
The curly-haired girl stomped on his foot, and Henry growled. "Henry, shut up."
"Follow her advice, Hart," Heather called out to him, folding her arms across her chest.
"Follow my advice, Charleston."
Charlotte wriggled in his grasp, but he still dragged her away. She turned to Heather, who was infuriated but understood that Charlotte felt the same way. Heather hesitantly waved, knowing that if she tried to stop Henry again she knew she wasn't following her initial objectives. The blonde only watched the blond boy take the curly-haired girl away, the only person who believed her.
"Henry, I can't believe you!"
"I can't believe you too!"
Henry brought her to the Man Cave, to Charlotte's confusion, although she knew that it must be for some dumb reason to confront her further. The blond grasp on her arm was still tight, which annoyed her. Charlotte thrashed the entire time, even though it wouldn't do much. As the elevator descended, and the doors opened, Henry pulled her through and both found Ray splayed across the couch with music playing in the background. The curly-haired girl couldn't wait for what was going to occur.
"Ray!" Henry called out to the brunette man, who got startled and shot up from the couch.
The brunette shuffled to turn the music off. "Henry, what is it? And why are you dragging Charlotte around?"
"Because Charlotte is a liar," the blond responded, whipping his head to the girl, who rolled her eyes.
"Ray, I'm not a liar like Henry says I am," Charlotte intervened.
Said person stood up and sauntered over to the two teens, arms crossed over his chest. He gave both an initial suspicious look before raising a brow.
"Why is Charlotte a liar?" the brunette questioned Henry.
Henry sighed heavily. "Charlotte here, was hanging out with Heather behind mine and Jasper's backs. Even though she knew what Heather did to Jasper days ago."
"Henry, you need to understand-"
The blond interrupted her, glaring daggers. "Understand what? That I'm forced to cope being betrayed by my friends?"
"Well that's exactly how Heather feels!"
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The blond let go, the area where he held Charlotte's sweater-clad arm wrinkled and slightly formed with his hand. His frustration was still pent up. Henry shouldn't care about how Heather felt- she was untrustworthy.
"I don't care about how she feels," Henry retorted, although deep down a small pang of guilt arose, but he tried his very best to deplete it.
"You do," Ray spoke up, rolling his eyes. "It's painfully obvious."
Henry whipped his head to Ray, irritated. "I don't! She's a liar, she's stupid, insensitive-"
"We get it.." the brunette trailed off. "Fine. You hate her. Don't elaborate and prevent us from being convinced."
Charlotte began to tread around, arms crossed. Her brows were furrowed, attempting to think of the ways she can explain the whole scenario to Henry and Ray and hopefully convince the stubborn blond. So far, hasn't been working too well.
"She hurt Jasper, along with me," the blond continued. "Now, Charlotte joined along."
"Henry," the curly-haired girl drawled. "Let me explain."
As he was about to interject, Ray spoke up, motioning a hand. "Let Charlotte explain her side." He shushed the boy who attempted to intervene.
The curly-haired girl took a deep breath. "Thank you," she spoke, nodding. "Anyways.."
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"You do believe that I didn't do any of that? Like what Melissa told you guys?" Heather asked, raising a brow.
"Of course I don't," Charlotte assured. "I'm not stubborn like the other two guys."
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"I'm not that kind of person. I would never hurt anyone like that on purpose."
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"Does Henry even have the slightest clue? I never did it."
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"You know, my mom didn't want me to go to school. Because she thought I was gonna be rejected by you all again. Not entirely true."
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"No clue as to how Melissa got a voice recording of me. She must've recorded it under the table or she made someone else do it. I might know who it was.."
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"I just want Henry and Jasper to forgive me. And I want Melissa as far away from me as much as possible."
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"I'm so sorry."
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As Charlotte finished, she eyed the blond and Ray who awkwardly stood in their stances. Henry stood almost neutral, but the curly-haired girl knew that he was thinking of something. Ray, on the other hand, did not hesitate to question.
"So Heather didn't purposely mention it?" the brunette spoke, and she nodded. "It's reasonable. Henry, you have no right to be angry with her."
His nostrils flared. Seemed that he still wasn't convinced, which made Charlotte upset. What else would convince him?! Afterwards, he did sigh heavily.
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"I'm sorry," he blurted, rubbing his eyes. Henry turned away from them, completely aghast. He wanted to escape from the world and slowly be emasculated by his own guilt, stubbornness, stupidity. "So, so, sorry."
Charlotte let out a breath of relief.
"You believe me.. and Heather?"
Another heavy sigh.
"Fine!" Henry exclaimed, flailing his arms around. "Yes! Yes, I so so do! Are you happy now? I'm sorry!" He fell to his knees, guilt creeping up on him immensely. "I know- I'm so stupid for believing Melissa- I- Jasper's been my friend since forever- I'm sorry.."
"Calm down," the curly-haired girl spoke, sauntering over to him. "I understand what your reason was. But Ray had a point- you had no right."
"I know," he drawled, burying his face in his hands. "Don't remind me of my failure."
Ray headed over, and patted Henry on the shoulder. "It's fine, kid."
"Wait," Henry paused, snapping his head up. Charlotte raised a brow.
He groaned. "Will Heather forgive me?"
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"If she believes you, knowing that you're really sincere about your apology-" Ray abruptly stopped once seeing the young girl's glare.
Charlotte shrugged nonchalantly. "She definitely will. She misses you and Jasper."
Henry nodded, before pausing again. "Jasper. What about him?"
Her shoulders drooped. "Right. Do you think it's time?"
"Personally, I think it might be too early to tell your bucket-loving friend," the brunette man intervened, putting his hands on his hips. Charlotte nodded in agreement.
"You could tell him later. Or," she spoke, raising a brow. "Heather could tell him. It might be more genuine if she says it." Henry muttered a simple yes.
"What if he doesn't believe her?" Ray questioned.
The blond had a sheepish look on his face. "He really should. Or at least, understand that Heather's telling him the truth now."
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"Well, Jasper's gonna have to wait," Henry spoke, shrugging. "Maybe Heather doesn't."
"Henry, do you remember when she visited the shop earlier?" Ray questioned. Charlotte's eyes dilated.
"Heather went to the shop?"
The blond boy nodded. "When I hated her. She came to buy some tools." The curly-haired girl nodded.
"I told her that she should leave before Henry tries to attack her any further.." the brunette trailed off. "And she went back to the shop across from us."
It was as if a light bulb lit up in Charlotte's mind. "Right! Her mom owns a shop."
Henry raised a brow. "Really?" he asked, and the curly-haired girl nodded.
"You could assume that she's there, then," Ray spoke, crossing his arms.
The blond stood up from his knees. "Can we go there, then?" he contributed. "So I can.. apologize."
Charlotte grinned; she hadn't done that around Henry in a while, or a genuine one. "Definitely."
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Henry was, as much as he hated to admit, evidently tired of the drama. He was tired of believing lies. He was tired of initially losing his friends now deemed trustworthy. It contradicted what he really believed in. The blond was glad, for the first time in a while, that he can finally face the blonde without verbally reprimanding her for the "wrongdoings" she had done. It was nice to know.
The long awaited Chapter Eight. Holy gosh, I swear I'm not dead. I'm just busy. So Henry is now convinced (kinda)! I thought it'd be boring if Charlotte just re-explained all the stuff I'm sure you already knew (or observed) about Heather, so quotes were in place. Do you think the whole 'Henry is suspicious' part was rushed? I thought it was, a tad bit. I can't guarantee the next chapter will be as long, but it's better than nothing. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome!
