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| English Slacker chapter thirteen | |
| By chrismorton | ||||||
| 27 May 2008 | ||||||
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I’d either passed out or totally zoned out completely for I dunno how long. When I came to, Charlotte had lit another cigarette. I looked around trying to work out what the fuck had just happened but all I could think about was how the fire on the end of Charlotte’s cigarette was looking so much bigger than all the stars in the sky behind her and how much that just wasn’t making any sense. I sat up and sorted my head out with a couple more swigs of vodka and I guess we shared quite a few minutes of silence, although nothing was awkward about it and it could’ve lasted forever as far as I was concerned. Finally Charlotte broke the peace though and started talking about Graz again and how much she liked him and what the hell did he see in Sereme anyway? and started going off on one about how Sereme thought she was, “So fucking special,” and stuff like that. It’s weird ‘cause my head was killing me and she was just going on and on but, I dunno, I suddenly really liked Charlotte at that moment; I dunno why. I just remember that as I looked at her I noticed how the skin on her face was flaky up close and her hair was kinda dry and stiff in places and it was gradually becoming obvious that her hair colour wasn’t natural but… well, there was just something about her that was kinda warm. So I told her to forget about Graz and that he was, “A slag,” anyway and she could do better and then said, “Who the fuck invites a girl out, who he knows is into him, and then gets off with another girl right in front of her for the whole fucking night?” Charlotte looked a bit shocked at first and I wondered if I’d gone too far but after she’d taken a long drag on her cigarette she looked back at me and right into my eyes and I got this weird feeling that she liked me too. It was then that I nearly said that it was okay for her to ask me about Colin again and that I was sorry. But I decided that one crazy outburst was enough so I left it. Anyway, pretty soon she was giving me a hug which was well nice actually. She felt soft and warm and it was like a proper hug, not one of those half-arsed friendship hugs that girls usually give you. Even so, as her tits pressed up against me it wasn’t long before I started to get a hard on so I quickly patted her on the back and let go. After that I said that we’d better be getting back ’cause the others would be wondering where we were and she said that they probably weren’t: Well she actually said, “Do you really think so?” but I got her meaning.
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