Chapter 31 [Charlotte]

I think there’s something wrong with me. Whenever I talk to new guys, they never look me in the eye. They always look at my chest. That’s what Kris does to me, and I don’t get why. But when he does look at me, with those icy blue eyes, I kind of like, get lost. Aimee told me that once he was so sad about dying that he came to her house and just started sobbing about it. I think that’s so cute! I love sensitive guys. Kale can be sensitive, but he usually isn’t. Like right now, he’s being such a guy.

     “I’m just saying Charlotte,” He says. I’m lying on his chest and we’re cuddled up in bed. “When you’re in a relationship its give and take. I let you give me a hand job, and the least you can do in return is give The Cobra some loving with your mouth.”

     The Cobra is our name for Kale’s penis.

     “I thought hand jobs were me giving to you.” I say in return. He rolls his eyes and turns away from me. I wrap my arm around his strong body and rest my head on his neck.

     “I just feel like you don’t get me Charlotte.” He says.

     “I do, baby.” I say, turning his head so he looks at me. He makes a pouty face. I hate when he gets like this. He’s so selfish sometimes.

     The night we both died, we weren’t planning on killing ourselves. We had been driving around in his motorcycle, and when we got back to my house, my mother was pissed. She hated Kale, because I was always with him, and she thought he was a bad influence. Even though she was the one who was a drunk and a w***e. I was with Kale so much, that I even developed his English accent. I don’t even know how I did it, but I was just so in love that him that my body had to be like him. But he wasn’t happy. After my mom screamed at us, we went down stairs, to my basement. I had a huge basement; my family was rich.

     “Your mother sucks.” I remember Kale saying. After that I told him I agreed, and that I would do anything to get away from her. From my house, family, friends, everything. I really opened up to him that day. He told me he had the perfect idea. How we could both get away from all out troubles. And then he took out a gun. I was aghast, and so he explained to me that he needed protection when living in his neighborhood. He came up to me and forcefully grabbed my hair. Then he ran the gun up my left thigh. I used to love when he got so forceful, so strong. It was such a big turn on.

“One shot, right to the head, and we can be away from this world forever, baby.” He said. I didn’t think he was serious. He grabbed a pad of paper, and took out a pen from his leather jacket pocket.

“It’ll be easy, come on. Here’s our suicide letter. Dear world, f**k you all. Love, C and K.” He said, writing it down on the pad.

         “But what about our friends?” I asked him.

         “Who cares, baby? We’ll always have each other. Like I said, f**k the rest of the world. It’ll be better this way. Come on, what do you say?” He tried to persuade me.

         “I say lets do it.” I said back to him. I still thought we were playing some sort of kinky game. Yeah, I guess I was thinking about it too though. I was thinking about the after life. But I would never expect what would happen next. I never expected him to pry open my mouth, shove a gun into it, and pull the trigger. I never expected Kale to kill me.

         “I hate it when you do that, Char! Just space out on me like that!” Kale says. He has gotten up, and he’s putting on a shirt.

         “I’m sorry, sweetie.” I say. I kneel on the bed, and grab his waist, kissing him.

         “Not now, Charlotte. I have to go to work.” He says. Gently, he pushes me back onto our bed. “I’ll see you later.”

         I think about telling him I love him, but I decide against it. I think I’ll take a nap. I need one; I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I lay down on the bed, wrapping myself in cool blankets.

         The doorbell rings. Ugh, I don’t want to answer it. But I get up; grab a shirt of Kale’s that’s lying on the ground and quickly put it on. I run to the door. It’s Kris.

         “Hey.” He says.

         “Hey.” I respond.

         “I’m sorry about the Lydia thing.” He says. It’s awkward. I nod at him.

         “Is uh, is Kale home?” Kris says.

         “Nope.” I say. Before I can say another word he practically smashes his face into mine. I feel his fingers entangled in my hair and I wrap my hands around his neck. He picks me up and holds my thighs and we still kiss. He walks with me into Kale and I’s place. I have been waiting for this. Kris is such a good kisser. He smashes me up against a wall and kisses down my neck. Smashing against the wall kind of hurts, but I don’t say anything. He is such a good kisser! I forgot what it was kind to kiss other people besides Kale. Ick, I shouldn’t be thinking about Kale.

         “Do you want this, Charlotte?” Kris whispers into my ear. It makes my spine tingle. I can barely respond because of the current ecstasy taking over my body, but a manage to get out a “Yes.” We enter the bedroom. The place Kale and I sleep. We fall onto the bed…

         “Hey babe, I forgot something!” Kale shouts.  

         S**t!

         “S**t!” Kris whispers.

         “Um…” I think. “Quickly, get under the bed!” I tell him. He jumps and dives under the bed.

         “Ow, f**k.” I hear him say.

         “Shut up!” I whisper. Kale walks into the room.

         “Hey, baby.” He says and kisses my cheek. “I just forgot my wallet.”

         “Oh, it’s right here.” I say, picking it up and handing it to him.

         “Thanks babe.” He says. Then he turns around, and walks away. But then, he pauses away, and turns back to me.

         “I’m sorry Charlotte, for what I said earlier. You’re amazing.” He says. I smile at him, blushing, and then I look down.

         “You really are beautiful.” Kale tells me.

         “Kale…” I start.

         “I got to go now. Bye baby, I love you.” He grins at me. He looks adorable!

         “I love you too.” I say, captured by his devilishly good-looking face. He walks out. Kris waits till we here the door shut, and then gets up from under the bed. He goes to kiss me again.

         “Well that was close-”

         “Wait.” I say. I feel so guilty now…

         “What’s wrong?” He asks.

         I burst out in tears. He awkwardly puts his arm around me.

         “It’s just…” I say. I can barley talk through the tears. My nose starts to run. “I’ve never cheated on anyone before.”

         He looks guilty. Blushing, he offers me a sleeve.

         “Thanks.” I say, and blow my nose in it. “You… have to go, Kris.”

         “What?” He says, confused.

         I stand up and walk to the bedroom door. Opening it, I gesture him to leave.

         “This isn’t going to work.” I say.

         “Okay… I’m sorry.” He says, disappointed. “Well, Kale was right. You really are beautiful.” He walks out of the room.