{{Charlotte's POV}}
As it turned out, I didn't go to school the next day. It gave me extra time to finish my homework. I was more than sure that I wouldn't be allowed to skip two days. I sat on the counter eating my plate of pancakes.
"Charlotte! You're here!"
I spun around. It was Seth. "How did you get in my house?"
He held up a key. "Your dad thought it might come in handy."
"Figures."
He sat beside me. "What are you planning on doing today?"
"Homework." I hopped down from the counted and placed my plate in the sink, then started for my room, grabbing my stuff as I went. Seth followed. I went straight up to the hidden room.
"Who put this up here?" I asked. There was a desk with a printer and a giant chair in the corner.
"Your dad hooked it up for you." Seth sank into one of the other big chairs.
"My own little study area. Why is there a giant chair in here?" I asked.
"It's from me. I thought it would like nice in here."
"Uh, thanks." It was a dark cherry wood chair that was set off in the corner of the room. I climbed onto it and spread my stuff out. There was enough room for at least another two people. I wanted to get this homework over with. That would leave me with more time to spend with Seth.
"So how was your first day yesterday? Anything exciting happen?"
I shrugged. "It's just like any other high school. Drama. Annoying teachers. Preppy girls. And loads of homework."
"Sounds fun."
There was silence as I organized my things. First, the autobiography. It was the longest and I wanted to get it out of the way. I turned on the laptop.
"What are you working on first?"
"A two-page autobiography for Public Speaking."
"It's nice to be homeschooled."
"Don't you have homework or something?" I asked glancing up at him.
"Nope. That's the joy of not having to go to a public school. What all you taking?" I handed him my schedule. "Wow. These are some major classes. Good luck to you."
I nodded. We stayed quiet as class by class I finished my homework. Hours later I was done.
"Finally," I said.
I climbed down for the oversized chair and headed to the kitchen to make lunch. I'm sure my dad wasn't going to be home for lunch, I hadn't heard his truck pull up. I wondered how he spent his days.
I made enough sandwiches for the both of us. We sat on the couch with me curled up to his side. I missed this closeness. It felt right.
I must have dozed off, because when I came too my dad was home. He was sitting across from me. I sat up and looked around.
"Hey Dad." Seth was asleep with his arms wrapped halfway around me.
"I told you he'd forgive you."
"Yeah yeah." I stood. "I'm going to take a shower." I headed upstairs and showered and changed into shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt. I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail.
I packed all my books into a neat pile and placed them at the foot of my bed. I fell back and closed my eyes.
The edge of my bed creaked as someone sat down. I felt the heat creep towards me and knew instantly who it was. His fingers brushed a few wet strands from my face. I smiled. Soft lips touched mine and I sighed.
"I missed this." I opened my eyes and looked into his dark ones.
"Me too."
I sat up and wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my face into his chest. "I've missed you so much. I am really sorry."
"I know." He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck. I felt his warm breath and small kisses.
We stayed like that until his stomach growled.
"I just feed you a couple hours ago."
"A growing boy has to eat. What time is it?"
I looked at the clock on the wall. "4:30."
"I have to go meet Sam," he mumbled.
"Okay," I whispered.
He slowly pulled away from me and I was automatically cold. I loved his warmth. His eyes lingered on me a little too long.
"Damn you, Sam," he under his breath. I pretended I didn't hear it.
"Are you going to be back later?" I followed him downstairs.
"I don't know. I'll probably have to patrol."
"Okay." I stood in the doorway.
He pulled me closer and kissed me.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
For the first time I saw his truck. Nothing over the top, just a plain black truck. I closed the door as he pulled away.
"Did you tell him?" My dad was leaning against the wall.
"Tell him what?"
"That you went to see your mother."
"No..."
He sighed. "It's going to cause more trouble if you wait."
"I know. I'll tell him tomorrow; and if he has a problem with it, then he can come with me."
"I can't stop you from seeing your own mother, but please be careful."
"I will."
I sat in my room reading until it was time to go to bed. In two days I would go see my mother again. I wondered if Seth would come with me this time.