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Charlies pov from here on out:

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Entering my dorm once again after that small underwear incident, I feel giddy and happy. I was going to see Alex!

I close the door behind me, humming with a bright smile on my face as I unzip my first bag, wondering what I should wear already. Half of my clothes were a little baggy since the weight loss and a few of them were new so I try to come up with something decent.

“Why are you so happy?” The black-eyed boy asks harshly and as if he were somehow negativity itself, I find my smile falling off from my face and being replaced with a look of exasperation.

When I ignore black-eyed boy, who I’ve now realized I didn’t know his name, he looks back at his phone with a shrug.

“Not that I care anyway.”

When he says that I have a million replies to offer but instead I gave him the longest dirtiest look which he didn’t even acknowledge before sighing.

“Well if you must know—” I start.

He looks up, raising his eyebrows mockingly, but I don’t stop.

“That was my boyfriend, he’s meeting up with me and I haven’t seen him in a while,” I say and find myself unconsciously smiling as I rummage through my suitcases. “I’m kind of excited.”

“I can tell,” he snorts and I don’t quite know what to make of that.

“I still haven’t gotten your name by the way,” I find myself saying. I mean it wasn’t like I cared I was just curious. After all, he was my roommate and I couldn’t continue addressing him as ‘black-eyed boy’ forever.

“Hayden Holt.” That sounds oddly familiar.

“Charlie Davidson,” I say with my biggest smile.

Hayden stares at me for a moment before blinking and shaking his head. My smile wasn’t that hideous, was it? Maybe it was a trick of the eye, but I could’ve sworn I saw the edges of his lips quirk upwards.

“Does your boyfriend go here?” Hayden surprises me by asking. He actually wants to have a conversation with me.

“No." I frown. I wish he did…

“How long have you been together?” Okay more than two normal questions, Hayden probably wasn’t as bad as I would’ve thought. I thought he was the type to make rude comments or give glares all the time.

He was still lacking in the smiling department but he was getting there.

“Since I was 15. He’s my first.” I say, a big fat smile on my face as I examine a blouse I plan on wearing later, not catching the reaction on Hayden’s face but when I turn around, I’m surprised to see it’s one of pure shock. “What?”

“You’ve only dated once?” He gapes.

“Uhh,” I chuckle awkwardly. “Yeah?”

“But you’re, you’re,” Hayden is seemingly at lost for words as he opens and closes his mouth, his eyebrows getting more creased by the second.

I was what? Fat and ugly?

Not anymore, the confident sassy part of me thought smugly.

“Your boyfriend must be one hell of a guy, my relationships only ever last months at maximum.”

“I don’t think who you are as a person makes the relationship, I think it’s how compatible you are together.” Hayden looks at me weirdly. And I don’t mean in a bad way.

With a shrug, I walk into the bathroom with my clothes in my hands. Luckily they had a bathroom in every dorm room I don't think I could handle coed bathrooms.

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I’m waiting on one of the tables outside of Costs for Alex. I was nervous and excited at the same time so my nervous fidgeting and creepy smile, which was meant to be a happy one, probably look really weird to by-passers.

Quickly opening my phone to check the time, I frown.

He was always late.

As I was ready to text him, I see him enter Costa and the biggest smile spreads across my face to the point where my eyes were beginning to water.

I missed him so much.

Just I was starting to stand up to hug him; he walks straight passed me, without offering me a second glance.

What the—

I whip around to see he’s searching through the tables outside before entering the café itself.

I glance over to the window to watch him only to catch my appearance and I’m surprised with my reflection for a split second.

There was a beautiful red-head with piercing emerald green eyes staring back at me.
That’s when I realize Alex didn’t recognize me.

At all.

Because I barely recognized me!

Suddenly my phone starts ringing and Alex is exiting the café with a frown, his phone held against his ear in frustration. Quickly I answer the call.

“Char, where are you?” He asks and I stifle the giggle trying to escape my lips, instead, I smile his way.

“Right in front of you.”

I see he looks even more perplexed as he turns his head in every direction. “I don’t see you.”

“Walk straight,” I instruct. He sighs before doing so and I am thoroughly enjoying this, my feet also moving forward. Towards him. “Keep walking.”

We were so close and I held my breath when he met my gaze but was disappointed when he looked away again.

“This isn’t funny,” he grumbles. “I don’t see you.”

Did I look that unrecognizable?

“Keep walking,” I urge and he does before I’m standing right before him, an anxious look on my face on how he’ll react to me.

“Excuse me,” Alex says. I blink before I realize he’s talking to me. He thought I was some stranger. When I don’t move, Alex whispers into the phone.

“Sorry, there’s this girl blocking my way and smiling at me weirdly.”

I almost laugh aloud when he says that. I was that girl.

“Really? She probably thinks you’re really cute.” I say through the phone with a grin and Alex’s jaw drops, nearly touching the floor as he stares at me with wide eyes.

“Miss me?” I add with a wink and if possible his eyes widen even more.

Alex drops his hand from his ear before pointing at me. “Ch-Charlie? Is that you?” He asks wearily and I smile while nodding.

Gosh, that was fun while it lasted.

Before Alex can utter another word I’m throwing myself at him, arms wrapped around his neck as his hands find the small of my back.

“It really is you,” he whispers and I nod again through the crook of his neck, a small chuckle or sob being released from the back of my throat.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers again, his hands brushing through my hair and my eyes flutter shut on instinct.

After minutes of just hugging and ignoring the stares of the customers, we pull apart. Alex stares at me for a minute before smiling and I lead him back to our table.

“You look so—”

“Different?” I finish and he nods, searching my eyes, my face and every part of me as if to make sure it was really me.

“You never know? I could still be some girl who murdered Charlie and pretended to be her because I have some weird obsession with you but may also decide to kill you later on, that's if this goes well.”

Alex looks at me before blinking.

“No. I can tell by your hair, your eyes and especially your voice. You’re my Charlie.” I blush when he says this, pretending to find the table-cloth interesting and Alex laughs.

“Still as shy and insecure as always.”

I glare up at him. “No, I’m not.” I fold my arms and pout for dramatic effect.

“Whatever you say,” he laughs. “That’s why I like you so much though,” Alex tells me with a smile and I think he thinks he’s saying something I would like to hear but instead I find myself frowning.

“You like me because I’m shy and insecure?” I repeat and he nods.

“Why? I wish I was more confident,” I say through a huff.

“Well that means I don’t have to be scared to lose you, I’m sure you’ll never be approached because you’re so shy and quiet so you’ll never be taken away from me.” He replies and I furrow my eyebrows.

I never expected that.

Alex actually had trust issues?

“What do you mean I’ll never be approached?” I ask him, tilting my head in confusion.

“Well, you know… because, uh, never mind it doesn’t matter.” Alex waves away the topic and we start talking about other things.

He tells me how much he loves living with his grandparents and how much he loves his university and once again, he never once asks about me and what I went through this entire summer for him.

He just asks about if I enjoy the city and how I like my dorm room so far, but I'm sure that was only because of the incident with my roommate he heard over the phone.

“I have to see you again soon,” Alex tells me just as he’s about to leave and I nod, a small smile on my face. “How about I visit you this Saturday?” He suggests and I nod again.

Alex grins before kissing me on the lips in goodbye, heading into his car as we walk our separate ways.

…

When I get back to my dorm room, I’m smiling widely.

I see that Hayden isn’t home and strip of my shoes before falling flat onto my bed. I lay there for a moment, fully content, before getting back up to change into something more comfortable.

I peel off my shirt, leaving only my bra, the moment the bathroom door opens and Hayden walks out with only a towel around his waist.

He stares at me with wide eyes.

I stare back with horrified ones, covering myself as much as I can with the t-shirt in my hands.

Hayden whirls around so his back is facing me. “What the hell are you doing stripping in the middle of the room?” He barks but for some reason his voice cracks.

“I thought you were out somewhere!” Was my justification. Quickly I put on my t-shirt and tug off my jeans to slip on my sweats.

“You can turn around now.”

“Normal people change in the bathroom.” He says as he spins back around on he heels slowly, peeking through his fingers to see if I’m dressed and I roll my eyes.

“Says the one with only the towel around his waist,” I scoff and Hayden raises one of his brows, gesticulating to his body with a smug look on his face.

“Oh come on, you know you’re enjoying the view.” He tells me and I find myself unconsciously looking down his body. It was a nice view.

But I would never admit that so instead I turn my head to the side with another scoff.

Hayden chuckles.

“Could you turn around, I want to change too.”

“Why don’t you just change in the bathroom?!” I blush.

“Nah,” and before he slips the towel from off his waist I spin around quickly. My neck to my ears a crimson red. He could’ve at least warned me!

Standing there like an idiot, tapping my foot, Hayden finally clears his throat.

Slowly I turn back to see he’s in a fitting gray t-shirt and matching gray sweats. We lock eyes for a moment before I turn away, walking over to my bed and pulling out my laptop.

Hayden chuckles before lying on his bed as well.

“How did your date go?” Hayden asks mockingly.

I was pretending to be doing something with my laptop when he says this and I’m quite shocked he’s actually interested.

Or maybe he was making fun of me?

Oh well…

“It was good…” I trail off and our eyes meet again.

His dark eyes were so spellbinding. Why did I keep on thinking of black magic as I stared into them? Was it because his eyes were pitch-black and I feel like I'm being cast under a spell.

One where I couldn’t move or look away.

“You know about the thing you said earlier, about being compatible for a relationship to work out?” Hayden starts, our eyes never breaking away.

“Yeah?” My voice sounds unfamiliar, it sounds a little breathless.

“How do you know you’re compatible, how do you know if he’s the best you’ve ever had if you’ve only ever dated once?”

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