Another chapter, this time we take a look more into Heather's side of this story.
Chapter 3
In school, I was disgusted with the piece of paper that I held. I wrote it all up late last night. The apology letter for Violet.
Yuck.
I walked into advanced precalculus. Contrary to my younger self, my grades did improve somewhat. No longer a C- student and now just a B student. An improvement sure, but not really an outstanding one.
I turned in my homework and walked to… Violet's desk. Ugg, I wish I could just jump off a roof and die.
Then I saw her.
Heather, that little red-haired girl.
Well, little is no longer an accurate descriptor. She was practically gorgeous. A good 6-foot-tall right at my eye level, curvy, and still had her signature red hair grown to her waist. None of the physical features mattered to me though, she was just as kind as she was beautiful.
An angel from heaven.
Brings a tear to the eye.
Not that I was anywhere near her league. With my horrible throwing skills, probably out several leagues from me.
I still loved her, but it hurt knowing she would probably not want anything to do with me.
Sigh, If only.
"Well, if it isn't Charlie failure face blockhead!" Violet exclaimed. Smirking at me.
"Violet," I said, gritting my teeth "I wrote down an apology for you, sorry for what happened yesterday." I handed her the note and she swiped it.
And then tore it in half in front of my face, cackling all the while with patty sitting right next her doing the same.
"Like I care about your apology! You should be thrown out of this school like the trash you are! You probably cheated to get this far anyway! Get out of my sight and to your desk in the back, where you belong." She snapped at me. What a cruel bitch! I don't remember her being this bad in middle school or elementary. As I walked back and plopped myself into my desk, I only felt pain in my heart.
Heather saw all of that. She probably thinks I am a complete loser.
Sigh, what a time to be alive.
Heather's Point of View
Sigh, Again with Violet's behavior. I don't understand why she is so cruel to Charlie in particular. He never did anything wrong, he just existed.
As I looked at Charlie from the edge of my eye, I noticed how destroyed he looked. Gosh, I feel like complete trash. How could people just accept treating one of their classmates like this…
I also felt something else, it started to eat at me more and more. I felt heartbreak for him.
I only realized it back in middle school… I realized that I loved him.
He wasn't like most guys; he was smart and kind. He never tried to be a macho man or tried to be intellectually superior by demeaning others. He always did the right thing and never backed down from a challenge… even if it blew up in his face most of the time.
That kindness combined with grit and courage. That's what made me attracted to him. I think it started in elementary school; I didn't realize it then. I do now.
I thought that it was only puppy love and that it would go away. That me and him could just be friends and nothing more than that.
But it grew stronger. Every passing day, month, and year it grew and grew.
I had other people trying to pine for me. I remember Schroder asking me out once. I rejected him, as even though he was nice he was no Charlie Brown.
There was only one Charlie Brown. Him. The kind, brave, funny, smart…
"Uh, earth to Heather." *Snap snap snap*
It was Patty.
Of course.
Class ended, we learned about applications of the unit circle when it came to sines and cosines. I already read the chapter on it, so no harm no fowl.
"What were you dreaming about Heather? Boys to take out to the sophomore poinsettia?" She said all giddy.
Right… the poinsettia. The winter dance the school held for sophomores.
"No… just about what else I need to do to prep for winter break." I lied. Hmm, maybe if it was possible, I could ask Charlie. I bet it would be magical.
But with Violet as queen B… that would be near social suicide.
…
Unless I overthrow her….
Maybe…
"Heather!" Violet yelled out. Great.
"How have you been girlfriend! Getting ready for the poinsettia? I heard Schroeder and Thibault are eligible to dance with!" She spoke.
YUCK! Hell no! I got to think fast, I can't be paired with either.
"Uhm, maybe. But I need to think." In said quickly.
RING RING RING!
Thank God! Time to ditch them!
"Oops, look at the time! Got to go to dance class!" I said hurriedly. Please take me out of this misery!
"Ok, see you later! Make sure to find someone so you won't go alone!" Violet called back. She and Patty ran off.
Finally…
Sweet release.
…
I need to find Linus… he might be able to help me execute my idea... then tell me how to win Charlie's heart…
Maybe…
Maybe…
Charlie's Point of View
I sat in cooking 101. It was one of the classes I took willingly to help with my mom and dad. They were always tired when they came back from work, so they couldn't cook anything. So, it was up to me to be the family chef, and I could not let them down.
Not anymore than I have, anyway.
"Heya Chuck!"
Peppermint Patty.
"Hello Charles"
Marcie.
Could I call them friends? Maybe? It kind of felt on and off.
PP was a nice gal. She was the head of the baseball team and I played with her. She assigned me as first base and always tried to talk me up. She was in love with me for sure. I knew this once I hit middle school and have been weirded out ever since. I didn't think I was her type, but whenever I saw her, she was always trying to pine me to be her girlfriend. Sometimes, I even saw hearts form in her eyes when she saw me… weird. She did grow to be quite a looker though, she had an athletic body and had curves in all the right places. She would use this to her advantage against me, constantly squishing me with her… assets. It made me feel embarrassed. It didn't help that she mostly wore clothes that were loose. So, when she hugged me, I really felt… it. Christ, she had it down for me bad. She was also very pushy, never letting me speak my piece. This attitude turned most guys off from her; not that she really cared anyway.
Marcie was not much better. I thought she gave up on me in elementary school. And it looked like she did for a while. But then it was the sublet things that I started noticing once we hit freshman year. She sat near me whenever we had class together and scooched over closer and closer every day. She also wore form fitting clothing whenever we had study sessions together, specifically when it was just me and her. And she would always try to touch my hand. I never commented on it, but I did notice…
We were partners for this class. Oh boy…
"I heard what happened between you and Grey yesterday. Christ what a hag! I swear I ought to…" Patty started clenching her fists hard. She sat on my left side; way too close for my liking.
"Sir, you're clenching your fist again." Marcie said, sitting on my right. Again, way too close for me to be comfortable with.
"DON'T CALL ME SIR MARCIE! I TOLD YOU THIS A THOUSAND TIMES!"
"Sorry sir."
Huff, at least they had my back. Even if they were very flippant on when.
"I also heard what happened Charles, I also heard that you had to write an apology letter and that Violet ripped it in front of you. Sorry that happened to you." Marcie said, scooching right next to me.
"Thanks." I said, embarrassed with how close both Peppermint Patty and Marcie were to me. Did they have no concept of personal space?
"Attention class, we are starting now!" The teacher said in a monotone voice.
This can only end so well…