Two pairs of eyes swung round and fixated themselves on Brax.
"W-w-w-what?" Charlie stammered.
"You heard me."
"Uhhhh... Casey, let's leave these two alone." Ruby said quickly, dragging Casey off with her.
"I can't believe you." Charlie said angrily, downing the rest of her drink and picking up her bag, pushing herself off her chair.
"Charlie!" Brax called after her as she walked away.
"Don't," She called, not looking around. "Haven't you done enough?"
"Charlie..." Brax answered, catching up to her.
Charlie stopped and turned to him. "What?"
"Would it help if I said sorry?"
Charlie nearly laughed. "No, it wouldn't." She answered shortly.
"Oh come on Charlie!" Brax exclaimed.
"Why should I?" She asked, turning around and unlocking her car.
"Because," Brax answered. "I'm a good guy, and you know it."
"You were my date!" Charlie exclaimed, putting the pieces together. "So that was why you were asking me questions..."
Brax nodded, and Charlie sighed.
"Bye Brax." She said, before putting her key into ignition and driving away, leaving Brax in the parking lot, a look of regret on his face.
The date was meant for him and Charlie to get to know each other because Brax knew, that once they got to know each other, then the hostility would go away, and Charlie would know that he really was a good guy.
But, he had to open his big mouth, in the hope that Charlie would see past the deception and look at the positive, but she didn't, so Brax only had himself to blame, and it wasn't a good feeling.
Charlie drove home, taking her anger out on the steering wheel with each turn. She finally made her way home, slammed the door behind her, and sat on the couch, staring out into space.
Time passed, and Charlie had no idea how long she had been sitting there, thinking about the B&S, and how disatrous it went.
Charlie knew that she couldn't be seen with a Riverboy, let alone one who had been in the station too many times to count. Maybe she had overreacted. But maybe she was right to, judging by the fact that he hadn't told her and went on about how her date wasn't going to show.
She got up, went into the kitchen and was in the middle of pouring a glass of ice-cold water from a pitcher in the fridge when she was interrupted by a knock at the door. She finished pouring her water, and went to open the door, glass in hand.
"Now what do you want?" She asked Brax, who was standing at the door, his hands in his pockets.
"Look, I just want to explain." Brax answered.
"I don't need to hear this." Charlie said, turning around and putting her glass on the table.
"Please?" Brax asked, pleadingly.
Charlie looked at him, and something made her give in. "Five minutes."
"Thanks," Brax smiled. "Look, I just wanted to get to know you."
"Then why didn't you just ask me?" Charlie asked, knowing the answer.
"You know why Charlie," Brax answered. "You would say no."
Charlie nodded. "You're right."
"So I thought, that if you didn't know, then nothing bad would happen."
"Oh, but it did Brax!" Charlie said stiffly.
"I'm sorry Charlie!"
"Sorry doesn't cut it!" She yelled.
"I wanted you to see a different side of me." Brax admitted.
"Oh yeah? A deceptive side?" Charlie asked.
"No, I wanted you to see that I'm really just a good guy!" Brax retorted, not holding back his anger now. "But your too uptight to see that!"
Charlie recoiled in shock, then reached her hand out to slap Brax, her hand connecting hard with his cheek.
"Ow!" Brax exclaimed.
"You are a deceptive liar." Charlie said through gritted teeth.
"Charlie..." Brax said.
"What?" She yelled, pissed off.
He didn't answer, leaning down to kiss her, but before he managed to connect his lips with hers, she was on him, pushing him against the wall.
"Are you going to behave?" She asked.
"No." Brax said honestly. Charlie let go, knowing what was going to happen next. He kissed her passionately, and she kissed back just as passionately, leading him to put his hands on her waist, and her to put her arms around her neck, leading him towards her bedroom.
Charlie walked out of her bedroom to get a glass of water, only to have Brax follow her, shirtless, like a little puppy dog.
"I think you should leave." She told him, turning around to face him, her hand resting on the arm of the chair, resting her weight on it.
"What? Why Charlie?" Brax asked, surprised.
"This was a mistake," Charlie told him. "We can't do this."
"Why not?" Brax asked, dumbfounded.
"You know why!" Charlie exclaimed. "Your a Riverboy, and I'm a cop."
Brax scratched his head. "Thats no reason we can't make this work."
"Leave, now Brax." Charlie told him.
"Fine, but you know where I am." Brax said, before leaving, slamming the door behind him.
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