This Can't Be The End of Me

Chapter 3: "I Can't Understand"

"Ohh, look at myself with bloodshot eyes, how funny. HAHAHAH." Charlotte laughed to forget what happened yesterday.

Boogsh!

Charlotte woke up to a loud noise. She noticed that rocks had been thrown at her window. Scratching her head with a pissed-off expression, she stood up and checked who was throwing them. She was shocked to see it was a girl. She opened the window and yelled.

"Hey you! Stop doing that! You just ruined my sleep!" she exclaimed.

"Well, if I stop, what are you gonna do about it?" the girl asked.

"Well, it would be good; it will be quiet now," Charlotte replied. "Who are you, by the way?"

"Ohh yeah, right, my name is Quinn, but why don't you know me?"

"Sorry, I forgot because I have a lot of schoolwork."

"But you're so stupid not to know that I'm your classmate."

"Am I?" Charlotte responded.

"Uhmm, let's see, what do you think? Do I need to make it more obvious?" Quinn said.

"Ahh, never mind. Don't worry about it," Charlotte mumbled.

"Hmm, since when was she this nice? Wow, with that cold personality, she still talked to me nicely." Charlotte blushed slightly but didn't notice it.

She hurriedly grabbed her phone and tried to stalk Quinn's social media account. While scrolling through her profile, she noticed one particular person beside Quinn in a picture: Claire, the girl she's afraid of. She now wondered if Quinn had a bipolar disorder.

Since it was Saturday, she decided to go out and get some fresh air. She wore a hoodie and a mask and went to the park. She found a chair and, as she sat down, tried to recall memories with her family. She had one elder sister and her parents. All of them died in a car crash except for her. She just wished someone would be there for her. But after thinking about all that, she realized it was a reality. However, she noticed a girl tripped on the sidewalk and must have hurt herself. Charlotte ran as fast as she could to help the girl.

"Hey, are you okay?" Charlotte asked.

"Ouch! It hurts. Stop touching it," the girl said. Charlotte noticed it was her bully, Claire, and realized she was softer than she seemed.

"Uhmm, just wait here. I will get you a bandage." Claire found Charlotte cute, although she couldn't see her face properly without knowing it was her slave.

"Hey! Here's the bandage I promised you." She carefully put the bandage on Claire's knee. Claire wanted to know the girl's Instagram.

"Aww, thanks for helping me!"

"No problem! I don't want anything in return."

"Can I just have your Instagram?" Charlotte kept thinking about it, but since she wanted to know more about Claire, she took the risk. Of course, she gave Claire her secondary account instead of the usual one.

"Can we be friends on Instagram? You seem shy to show your face, but it's no problem. We can just text!" Claire insisted.

"Is it okay? Sorry, I just can't show my face right now. I'm shy, so I hope you understand," Charlotte said shyly.

"No, it's okay. I know you need some space."

Claire stared at Charlotte for too long, making Charlotte look away.

"Seems like we need to go home now. Bye! Let's chat, okay?" Claire said, seemingly excited.

Charlotte started to feel she liked her bullies too much for no reason. She was supposed to hate them, but was she okay? She realized they were all human and couldn't expect them to always have a bad attitude toward everyone.

She was excited that Claire could text her so she could learn what she was really like.

She suddenly fell asleep thinking about it, but with a smile on her face. Was she really the problem, or was it them?