(Complete) Charlie's life is slowly spiraling out of control. Her mother is useless, her relationship with her boyfriend Gavin is a train wreck and the bruises she has to cover up are all becoming too much for her to bear.
Tanner has it all. He has...
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I can faintly feel my phone vibrating under me. A groan escapes my lips as I fish under my pillow for the nuisance until my fingers finally wrap around it. I hold it up to my face, one eye open as I try to focus my vision enough to see the screen. When the fog finally fades from my brain my eyes scan across my lock screen, registering what time it is.
"FUCK!" I yelp and fling the blankets from my body and hurry out of bed.
I rifle through my drawers, throwing perfectly clean clothes onto the floor in search of a t-shirt and pair of leggings. Once I find my outfit, I tug it on as fast as humanely possible, grab my backpack and run out the door without so much as a glance in the mirror.
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By the time I reach room 2b I'm engulfed in full blown panic. I'm trying to calm my breathing as my hands shake against the door knob before I inch it open slowly. I slip inside quietly as to not interrupt anyone but a few heads turn towards me and it steals the breath right from my lungs.
"No, No, No." I chant silently in my head as I try to move my feet but I'm stuck in place.
I see a familiar pair of steely gray eyes shoot to mine and within seconds his arms envelop me and lead me to my desk.
"Nice of you to show up." I can hear the grin laced in his words and once I have my breathing under control, I turn towards him and flash him a small smile.
He pushes a paper to- go coffee cup towards me. He's acting like he didn't just witness me about to go into a full blown meltdown and I don't know whether to question him or leave it alone, so I opt for the latter and wrap my arms around the warm cup and lift it to my lips.
"It's a French Vanilla Latte, I wasn't sure what you liked... so I figured this would be the safest." He smiles at me as the sweet liquid reaches my lips, leaving a trace of foam behind as I set it back down.
"Thank you, it's perfect." I smile back at him before running a hand through my hair, realizing how much of a knotty mess it is. I sigh and reach into my backpack, pulling out my travel hair brush and trying to rake out as many knots as I can before tying it in a three strand braid, letting it fall over my shoulder.
