Weeks passed and so far things haven’t been as bad as I would've thought without Alex.

Every time I tried to drown in my sorrows over Alex-- Jack and Hayden would be there to pick me up and make me forget. I was grateful for that.

The good thing was Clark worked the same shifts as me in McDonald's, so I actually had a co-worker I knew.

It was almost as if luck was on my side somehow.

Ever since the party I didn’t go anywhere near building C. I couldn’t bring myself to face Daniel but if he cared in the slightest he would come searching for me anyway and he would’ve done that by now. But he didn’t.

That guy was an arrogant jerk but I had to give him points for his kissing skills.

He also made my situation between Alex and I much clearer.

Even though he might’ve screwed us over by kissing me, I was positive I made the right decision after. No more going backward, I was only going forward from now on.

At the end of my English lecture, my Professor calls me over to him where he sat behind his desk, eyeing the papers we just took for our pop quiz. Did he already see my mark? Was it bad?

I grimaced at the thought.

“Yes Professor McAdams?” He looks up to meet my green eyes with his own chocolate ones. Okay, maybe I had a tinny winey crush on my professor but that was normal.

All girls have crushes on their teachers or professors!

And it didn’t help that he looked so good. He was built like a man. He spoke like a man. It was so much different from the little boys I was surrounded by. And the way he sat tall in his chair.

Oh my…

“Miss. Davidson,” he spoke deeply and all my attention focused on him. He looks away from my gaze to look back to the paper he has in his hands. His velvet lips twist into a frown as he scans the sheet as if it brought him great perplexity.

“Did I fail?” I ask aloud because the suspense was killing me.

Professor McAdams looks back up at me, his eyebrows furrowed as if the question I just asked him was a stupid one. Slowly he shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine.

He looks almost amused. “Take a look for yourself.” With that, I eagerly snatch the paper from his grasp and gasp when I saw my score.

A full mark.

“Rarely anyone gets a full mark in English and especially when it’s in one of my class,” the deep voice of Mr. McAdams snaps my attention away from the sheet.

My eyes were still a little wide and my lips were still parted slightly.

I knew I was a nerd but I still didn’t really expect this grade. I wasn't that much of a genius without studying and lately, I didn't have much time for it.

“You’re a bright student Miss. Davidson,” he continues. “You’re one of the only students who look excited to be here and seems like they know the language I’m speaking in the room.”

“Thank you?” I manage, somewhat overwhelmed by his words.

Professor McAdams just smiles, and boy did he have a perfect set of teeth, before taking the sheet of paper back from me. I couldn’t fathom why this man wasn’t married yet.

He was young, he was smart and he was absolutely gorgeous.

Okay, stop. I need to stop.

“Keep up the good work. You’re dismissed.” And just like that, I’m exiting the lecture room. I ace my quiz and yeah, I was happy but it wasn’t that much of a big deal, was it?

Even my teachers in high school didn't make big deals out of pop quiz's so why was he making it one? Maybe that's how college professors were...

Looks like I was the class pet once again.

I exit the building where my English course was just held and head back in the direction of my dorm. On my way there I pass the other dorm buildings with the biggest smile on my face.

I aced my exams, I aced my exams—I find myself voicing my thoughts by humming the silly tune aloud. I walk with a dip in each step I take. Professor McAdams eyes and his smile after he saw my mark, it kind of encourages me to actually do my best to keep up the good work.

Okay, I’m starting to sound like a creep now…

“Charlie!” I hear a voice call my name and I freeze because that voice sounds oddly familiar.
Suddenly my happy thoughts are replaced with absolute dread.

Daniel struggles to catch up to me and I realize he ran all the way from building C to me. I was already close to my building by the time he caught up with me.

“Wait,” he calls again, painting and with a roll of my eyes I find myself stopping.

I whip around to look at Daniel with a glare. “What?” I snap.

“I came to apologize,” he starts and my glare doesn’t waver as he continues. Like hell, I was making this easy for him!

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend and I shouldn’t have come on that strong and kissed you.” You got that right, you creep! “But you did kiss me back so—”

“Are you serious?” I interrupt with a look of incredulity on my face. This cocky son of a bachelor!

“Okay, I’m just kidding.” Daniel raises his hands up in surrender and I huff, folding my arms in my chest so he can get to the point. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have kissed you and I came to apologize for hurting you and hitting your boyfriend.”

Daniel says this as he rubs the back of his neck apprehensively. So he wasn’t apologizing for hurting my boyfriend, just hitting him.

I mean…Ex-boyfriend…

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore.” I correct and Daniel’s eyes shoot up to meet mine.

“What?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I repeat slowly, almost in annoyance. I knew I didn’t stutter.

“Oh,” Daniel says dumbly. “That’s good.” He grins and I roll my eyes. Did he honestly think I was even considering giving him a chance?

As I begin to walk back to my dorm, Daniel following behind me, I start thinking about how Daniel was so much more different from Alex.

Alex was less affectionate and fit.

Stop comparing them, the voice in my head scolds me.

“Daniel, why are you still following me?” I ask in annoyance. As I talk to him, I find I'm surprising myself. I never had as much attitude or the guts to talk to a guy as good-looking as Daniel in such a way and it felt good to do so.

It felt good to have power over more things.

Especially over myself.

I knew I was on my way to becoming a new and improved me. Not only for myself but for Alex.

“Well they have this club for sports; I would like it if you would join with me?” Daniel offers and I stop walking to actually turn and look at him for the first time in a while. His blue eyes light up with hope.

“Clubs? Why would I join a club?” I ask this question seriously and watch Daniel furrow his eyebrows.

“Well, it’s kind of compulsory for freshman’s if we don’t join a club and actually become a committed member we don’t graduate to the next year.” He states as if he’s saying something so simple and I’m just wondering why the hell I haven’t heard about this!

“What the hell!?” I groan, running my hand down my face. “So I have to join one of these clubs? But I already have work and I need a healthy amount of sleep where I can also study.”

Daniel doesn’t quite know how to react to my mental breakdown and I don’t blame him. He was filthy rich and I know rich people also have problems, but fewer problems than us working-class folks.

Instead, he asks again. “So will you join the sports club?”

With a frown, I turn to him, my face erasing the hopeful look in his eyes. “No. I don’t really like sports.” And without a second glance, I’m entering building A with a triumph look on my face, closing the double doors behind me.

Well, that went really well.

I handled myself pretty good out there. I was more strong-willed than usual.

But maybe I was being a little rude to Daniel?

No! Don’t go back to that girl.

I need to think about myself for a change. About what was best for me and so far, I was having no regrets.

Or at least I would hope so...

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The next day I decide to check out the building where the clubs were being held. It was a building of two-floors, its architecture much simpler than the other buildings in Central West.

When I enter the building, I notice it’s designed like my old high school, a long corridor with rooms on each side and a staircase leading to the next level. Every room had posters hung up outside the doors, welcoming people and encouraging them to join their group.

The English Club? Sounds boring.

The Arts Club? Would be interesting if I knew how to draw a straight line.

The Fan Boys Club?

I stop and blink at the sign on the door. The Fan Boys Club? How could that possibly be a Club? Did they just sit there and talk about their celebrity crushes and actually get to graduate?

I had no idea Clubs could be this ridiculous.

As I’m looking at the committee members on the list beside the door, it jerks open and a gingered hair boy with glasses freezes momentarily before ogling at me.

Did he have no shame?

“Y- you’re Charlie. Charlie Davidson.” The boy doesn’t ask this, he states it.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowing. I try to hide that fact that I was extremely freaked out that this stranger knew my name, hoping I knew him from somewhere.

“No,” he pushes his glasses up from the bridge of his nose and snorts out of nowhere, making me jump a little. Okay then…

“But I know you. I saw you at the party.” He says proudly like it wasn’t creepy at all.

“Oh,” I say, my feet walking backward unconsciously because my subconscious kept shouting: Abort! Abort!

“You’re actually an aspect of our Fan club. One of the best ones in my opinion.” He opens his door wider, ushering for me to enter. I hesitate at first but then I start to become curious about what he means by that exactly.

Slowly, I enter and gasp to see the number of members this club actually has inside. On the walls, there are pictures of female celebrities of all kinds. Jenifer Lopez, Beyoncé, and many more.

“That’s for you.” Ginger- haired boy points enthusiastically to the empty photo frame that I find myself gaping at.

“F-For me?” I breathe out in disbelief, even from the side of my face I can see him nodding. Why was he acting like this was completely normal?

“Hey guys, look who’s here!” The boy calls over his fellow club-mates and their eyes widen when they see me.

"Since we're literally allowed to make clubs of things we find interesting, you wouldn't be surprised at how much people joined the fanboy club. Less work. All we do is talk about normal guy things. It’s really hard to find girls in this school since this is the second year the school has been accepting females... so this helps." He shrugs and I shudder.

I mean were they that horny and desperate? I get they were teenage boys and they had needs but, still.

This place was insane!

What kind of club is this?

“Uh…” Is all I manage, slowly reaching for the door.

“Join our group?” The ginger-hair boy begs, the rest of the members behind him looking just as hopeful.

“Well, I’m pretty sure this Club says Fan Boys, not fitting for me.” I gesticulate down my body to get my point across but regret it when they all eye me up hungrily.

“Okay! Goodbye!” And I scurry out of the door, down the remainder of the corridor, not looking back once as I run up the staircase.

When I reach the second floor, I’m a little out of breath.

“My God that was crazy!” I say to no one in particular.

How will I be able to come to this stupid club building for the rest of Freshman year knowing that I have to get through a mob of crazy fan boy’s every time, possibly asking for my photo to hang up on their wall along with the few other girls in my year?

Ugh. This 12% female thing really will take a lot of getting used to.

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Another chappie! WHOOP WHOOP!

Also most of y'all think Charlie will end up with Alex, Hayden or Daniel and it's really entertaining to confuse you guys but no matter who she ends up with, it won't happen cliche-ly. I like to plan my book so every little thing happens for a reason ;)

This book, as I've said before, isn't anything like I've written before. Yes it's a little crazy and yes there's a lot of surprises but that's why it's fiction. Meaning everything is from my imagination.

This chapter was a bit of a filler and i didn't really like it idk...so I might update sooner than usual next time.

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