Wouldn't Dream Of It

Chapter 14

TW for self harm scars here. It's not graphic but it's mentioned.

Liam,  Jason, and  he had met when they were in pre school and were pretty close until their group just kind of split into two. It was sad to think about, how some friendships just ended.

Charlie dropped onto the couch and turned on Netflix to binge some random supernatural show. Not sure how long passed before he finally decided to get dressed. He picked out a pair of his tightest black jeans because he knew Jason would be there tonight and no way was he missing out on a chance to tease him. Staring at the mirror, red marks on his skin caught his eye. Closing his eyes, he wrapped a hand around his wrist, right over the marks pressing in on it, the pain somehow grounding him. The scars disgusted him, but were also the only reason he wasn't broken yet or maybe he was already broken but too much of a coward to admit it. He let out a deep breath and opened his eyes, searching for a jacket or something. He smiled when he spotted a leather jacket on the couch. It would cover the marks.

As he passed through his sister's room, an idea struck his mind. It was something that he'd always wanted to do, but had been too afraid. He knocked on the door and her voice sounded from the other side, "What?"

"Hey Grace, it's Charlie, Can I come in?"

"No!", she shouted way too fast for Charlie to be not suspicious. He glared at the door, "Grace I swear to god If Miles is in there right now, imma kick his ass out the window"

He heard the unmistakable sound of male laughter before the door swung open to a very pissed of Grace, "Are you kidding me? I'm fifteen Charlie and He's my best friend!"

"He's a guy, Gracie! And you're both alone"

She glared at him, looking very much like their dad, "You were fourteen when Jason used to sleep over, it's not different just because I'm a girl!"

Charlie's eyes widened as he realized that the point she made was very fair, so he blinked at her a few times before sighing in defeat, "Fu-frick you're right, Just no funny business"

"Alright, whadaya want?", she asked, leaning against the door and Charlie looked down at his shoes blushing slightly, "Do you have some makeup I can borrow...like", he ran a nervous hand through my hair, "Like lip gloss or something"

To his surprise Grace let out an almost inhumane laugh before grabbing him by the arm and pulling him inside her room. He couldn't help but smile as she grinned like a maniac while fumbling inside her makeup drawers.

He glared at Miles with no real heat in it when he raised his head from his phone and winked at Charlie. That boy was way too cocky sometimes.

After a moment of searching for stuff, Grace held out a tube of what looked like lip gloss and something else, which was black.

"Grace?", he asked, and she walked up to before opening the black container, "Trust me Bear, I got this"

Charlie sighed at the nickname she gave him because of how much he loved to cuddle when he was younger. Well that hadn't really changed. 

"It's eyeliner", she said before applying the cold liquid to his eyes and he instinctively closed them.

By the time she was done with the whole thing Charlie was already fidgeting as Grace wouldn't let him look at the mirror. But when he did, he was mildly surprised at how much he liked it.

It looked like him but the blue in his eyes appeared sharper, bolder and his lips, they were glossy and looked slightly tinted. He couldn't help but smile at his appearance, "Thanks kid, you're the best"

She patted Charlie's cheek before slowly pushing him out of the room, "Shoo now, don't do anything I wouldn't"

He left with a laugh and was suddenly struck with the thought of what Jason would think, would he find it weird? Repulsive? Charlie touched his fingertips to his lips, feeling the gloss. God, he hoped not.

The party in short, was crazy. There were people everywhere. A lot of them from the opposing school as a way of bringing people together. It was a typical high school party with music blasting in the speakers (But not too loud cause someone called the cops on them last time), high schoolers making out or even grinding in the middle of the hall. None of them were naked, thank god. 

Charlie spotted Liam sitting on one of the kitchen counters and he gave him a goofy grin and waving his beer bottle, the dork was half drunk. Laughing, he head over to them as a couple of them call out with, 'Heys' and 'Wassups'. Charlie nodded to all of them and on his way to the boys, he ran into a wall of bricks. Wait lemme rephrase that, a wall of a certain someone. Grant Elmers, Robin High's Quarterback.

He looked down at Charlie, his face scrunching in distaste as he took in Charlie's features "Ew is that eye liner?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow at him, "Yeah, Elmers, what about it?"

"I always knew you were a faggot", it wasn't even the slur that bothered him much, it was the disgusted tone of his voice like being was wrong, was what pissed Charlie off. 

He could take asshole comments, he could take comments about his tattoos, hell he could even take comments about his hair, but homophobic comments were something that he fucking loathed.

He stood up to his full height before glaring at the asshole, folding his arms against his chest, "Yeah what If I was Elmers? How the fuck does that affect you?"

Elmers grunted, "Affect me? A man sucking a cock, shit like that is fucking disgusting"

Charlie's hands fisted at his sides as he faced him with barely contained rage, "You seem to be thinking about cocks a lot", he raised a taunting eyebrow, "You sure you don't wanna suck one?"

Someone let out a taunting 'ooooooh' and that's when he realized that they had an audience. Also a second later, Grant's fist came down on his face. Fucking prick.