The Next Chapter: Twisted Series Next Generation

Chapter 4: Charlotte Larsen

"What?" My trembling voice echoes in the distance, my hands clenched tightly around the basket of cookies in my grasp. I feel my heart be personally ripped out of my chest and shattered into a million pieces. All because of the boy in front of me. Maverick Harper. 

I hate how beautiful he is. Brown almost black hair that's always neatly styled back. Hazel eyes that debate between being brown and green. They turn brown wherever he's feeling any ill-like emotions, which is almost always. Olive tainted skin as a perfectly tailored suit sculpts his taut muscles. He isn't afraid to be different, he wore suits to school without caring what anyone thought. And that exact attitude is what makes it feel like my heart has been stomped on.

His head raises as he smooths his tie, my hair travels to the strand that's always let loose on his forehead. "Did you not hear what I said?" His tone could not be more of an "Screw you."

"I-i" Mentally cursing myself for stuttering, I shouldn't be stuttering. But I want nothing more than to bury my face in my pillow and never grace the world with my presence ever again. Clearing my throat as I feel my eyes go glassy, I raise my head and hug the basket to my waist, "I heard what you said...I just don't understand how you could be so.." I trail off before finding the words.

"Realistic?"

"Dickish." Our different words come out in unison, causing me to sink my bottom lip deeper between my teeth.

His devilish smile grows at my words, he cocks a brow as his smug expression widens on his face. "Princesses don't speak so crudely."

He just wants to provoke me. Every being in my body is telling me to cuss out at him like there's no tomorrow, but that would be pathetic.

Reaching into his slacks pocket, he lifts a packet of tissues and tosses them at me, I smack them mid air as they land on the ground with a thud.
"Ouch." He speaks with a ridiculous amount of sarcasm. "That was awfully petty you know."

"Maybe I wouldn't be so pressed if you weren't being such an asshole."

"Or maybe the princess doesn't know how to take no as an answer."

My stomach sinks further, my nails digging into the material of the basket as my teeth grind against the skin of my lip. "I can handle rejection, what I can't handle is a person being horrible."

He releases an annoyed sigh as he takes a couple of large strides towards me, his height allows him to eat up the distance in a matter of seconds.

I feel my leg wobble, wanting to retreat, however that is not happening. Keeping my strong stance and a poised posture. Something I learned from my eldest sister. I will not back down, no matter how tall he is.

"Little princess, I gave you a reality check. You've barely crossed the threshold of being in High School, find some other slimbag to date there."

"We don't have that big of an age gap." The hint of confidence I carry slowly fades as his deathly gaze eats me up.

"It's a fact of maturity, however I do not expect a spoiled little princess to accept that fact. Go home Charlotte, you're supposed to go back to Eldorra tomorrow." No warmth in his voice, ice cold. It freezes the blood in my veins as a huff escapes me.

"Don't tell me what to do." Biting back at him with a frustrated expression.

"Let me remind you, it truly is a trivial matter to me, however to your father it isn't."

Shivers run up and down my spine at the image of dads angered face as he realized I snuck out to confess my love to a boy, especially if that boy happens to be the son of the one man that irritates the life out of dads bones.

Mom told me, to dad's dismay, that Uncle Christian was the one that brutally instilled common sense in dad to go get mom back. So I can't even begin to fathom the displeasure of his face when he realized I'm confessing to his son.

"Go home Charlotte." He repeats again, swiftly he fixes his stance. Smoothing his hair, my gaze lingers on the bare strand on his forehead. A part of me always wondered why he does that, I know for a fact he has pretty severe OCD so I'm sure it irritates him.

However whenever I ask him, he bluntly ignores me or just walks away leaving me to simmer in my anger.

His back turns to me as he whips his phone out of pocket and inspects his messages. Curiosity peaks me as I sneak my head over to catch a glimpse of his messages, he's texting a girl.

The shattering grows in my heart as I feel my eyes go glassy. And it most certainly is clear they aren't friends. I know I was pushing my luck when telling him of my feelings, considering the fact that the appropriate term manwhore perfectly describes him, which is horrible since he's only eighteen.

"It's rude to read someone's texts, would you like me to read it out loud to you?"

I jolted out of my trance at the sound of his sultry voice slapping me directly in the face. No answer is received from me, however his smile just continues to grow.

Clearing his throat as he lifts his phone over his face and begins to feed into my torture, "Want me to entertain you, I keep dreaming of your co-."

He gets cut off as i throw the basket of cookies at him, he releases a grunt as it strikes him directly in the stomach. All the sweet treats crumble to the floor, just like my heart.

All that can be heard is the noise of my chest heaving up and down as tears threaten to spill from my eyes. No words can be heard from me as I spin on my heel and scamper away from him.