"If I ever look like that, shoot me." Mike Ross
As soon as I met Charlie, I was attracted. She was beautiful; blonde hair, gem-like eyes. Her eyes were worn looking, though, and signs of fatigue were somewhat present, but I figured it was from some break-up Wyatt told me she was going through. I thought it was recent and wanted nothing more than to make her smile. I hated it when girls cried anyway; I never really knew what to do that didn't seem like I wanted something more than to comfort them. So when I actually met her, I wanted to see what her smile was like. When I heard her laugh, I fell hard and didn't want her out of my sight.
Her smile is what made me want to kiss her. That enchanting smile. I was lost within it like her eyes. When I felt her close to me—how she felt nearly perfect against me, I was lost. Charlie wasn't like other girls. Wyatt may have told me bits and pieces of her past, and I thought it had to have been too depressing for a girl like her. She didn't deserve it. It seemed hard to believe she was from the same town before she moved into the big city.
Huh, no wonder she wanted to see Wyatt. He was the closest thing she had to someone from her hometown. Poor girl.
There was no offense to Wyatt; he's a good guy, but it's when he's drunk that I don't like. Wyatt becomes a dick, a womanizer, and the most reckless person I've ever met. There is no stopping Drunk Wyatt no matter how hard you try. I've tried multiple times.
When Charlie had pulled from me, I could see the sadness storming through her eyes. I'd nearly forgotten she was dealing with the aftermath of a break-up. Before she'd escape from me, thinking I was mad or something, I ran after her. I'd been a little surprised she'd stopped, but I understood. I just wanted to tell her that.
Little did I know, my cousin was coming from for an unexpected visit.
"Who's that?" Trevor asked, nodding to Charlie and completely ignoring my question. Typical.
I had already known why he was here. It was obvious to me, but I didn't want to say that in front of Charlie. Before Charlie could answer, I said, "This is a friend of mine, Charlie. Charlie, this is my cousin, Trevor."
Charlie tilted her head a little as she looked to Trevor. "Aren't you a little old to be hanging around college campuses in a suit like that? Seems out of place."
I choked back a laugh, which was hard to do. Coming from her, it made me laugh to see Trevor, who thinks he's a badass, get knocked down a peg or two by someone who was at least a head shorter than he was. I'd little to no idea how much of a smartass Charlie truly was. It was refreshing to see.
Trevor looked to me, clearly as amused by Charlie's comment as I was. "I didn't know you liked the feisty ones, Jude."
I straightened. "There is a lot you don't know about me, Trevor," I said dryly. I found myself stepping a little close to Charlie, knowing Trevor had motives for everything he did. "You know she has a point."
Trevor narrowed his eyes at me after a moment of staring at Charlie. "Where'd you get this one?"
"She's a friend of one of my roommate's," I said easily, feeling Charlie tense beside me. "Trevor, are you here to conduct some WORK?"
Trevor narrowed his eyes more. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Charlie sighed beside me. From the sound of it, she was getting impatient. She spoke up, "So you're a dealer. Aren't you a wonderful piece of society?"
Trevor raised an eyebrow to her while I looked to her with surprise. I didn't think she'd get it. I knew Trevor had slowed to a near stop in dealing, picking it up only here and there for something extra to do when he got bored or when his spending was a little out of control. I knew he didn't pick up dealing again for long, his wife freaking hates it with a passion. It's one of the reasons why I liked her.
"You sound like an asshole lawyer I know of," Trevor said with certainty, nearly glaring daggers to Charlie. It made me feel a little uncomfortable.
Charlie didn't look amused or interested or even phased. "I'm related to one."
Trevor smirked a little, scanning Charlie over again before stepping to her. Charlie didn't waver. "That makes sense. So who is your daddy, little girl?"
Charlie scoffed, giving him a disgusted look. "You're really going with that?"
Trevor chuckled and nodded. "Yes."
"You might not like the name. He's a…rather well known person," Charlie said, hesitating a little.
"Try me. I know of a few well-known lawyers."
Charlie sighed. "You asked for it." She didn't look from his eyes. Damn, she really had the intimidation thing down. Maybe she is the child of a lawyer. "My DADDY, as you referred to him as, goes by many names. Most I've personally called him. But he prefers Harvey Specter."
Trevor usually has a snappy comeback for anything, but for once he was speechless. I wanted to hug Charlie for it. After a moment, he wiped his mouth a little like he was remembering an injury and muttered, "Well, shit."
