I Can't Stand You. [mintie x braiddan]

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• Being a cheerleader was tough work. From the training camps to the high kicks to the tumbling to the being thrown into the air, it was definitely tough work. You had to have some form of athleticism and if you didn't then you weren't cut out to be on this cheer squad. She would know, being that she was cheer leading captain for three years in a row, this currently being her third year, the senior female smiling brightly with her pearly whites. Last week the cheer leading squad had been decided for this year, and only four new girls had been accepted for the team, showing that they were the best of the best. . Or at least, they were pretty damn close. The chocolate haired female found herself standing in the middle of the football field, going through a set of routines with the other girls, her hazel eyes glanced upward at the sun before letting them practice on their own, their chants loud and able to be heard from at least the top of the bleachers; That was a bit of the purpose.
  
  Being a cheerleader meant you had to be peppy and excited for when your team got a set of points, you had to be there to get the crowd going wild even when you were in the hole twenty seven to seven. Being a cheerleader meant faking it even when you felt like hurling behind the bleachers. Then again, being a cheerleader also meant plenty of other things. It meant you got a free ride through the social ladder of high school, and college if you took it that far. Hair tucked up in a messy bun, Charlotte Elizabeth Sommette was the spitting image of what the general amount of girls in this high school envied, with her naturally tanned skin and bright eyes. She was everything a male could ask for, truth be told, and the female knew it although that didn't stop males from telling her daily. Grey shorts on her lower half and a black tank top above, the female who promptly preferred to be called Charlie found herself readying the other cheerleaders for a toss, something that needed to be practiced.
  
  "Get ready girls, we're doing three in a row." Three groups were lined up among the cheerleaders, the center grouping being herself and two other girls on either end of her, the female knew her moves well, instantly shooting into the air with the flinging help of her bases and being caught perfectly after flipping in the air. "Just like that, ok?" She called after being set down, taking a stance in front of the two groups and watching them practice their toss ups of the smaller girls. Holding her hands on the hips of her curvy figure, Charlie tilted her head just slightly before shaking her head and letting another group know that they had to go again. Even though practice was just about over, she wanted them to make sure that they had at least this down perfectly.[/list:u]

 

[Braiddan]

"No one likes a prep." At least that is the words one would hear from highschool senior Jacob Flynn, a very avid basher of cheerleaders or anyone of the human variety in general. Of all the inner circles that high school had to offer, Jacob seemed to be in the smallest there, the metal heads. An air of arrogance seemed to radiate about the group, just like all the others, and Jacob was the head of it. Jacob wasn't really the interest of any of the females at the school, or at least any that would admit it. His hair was a dark brown and flown all the way down to his wide shoulders. He usually kept his hair in a pony tail, thus leaving his hazel eyes visible. He had a tall frame standing at six feet, three inches and had just enough meat on his bones to not be called a bean pole. His group, unlike the cheerleaders, didn't really paticiapte much in school functions except for complain over the poor variety of music for the dances they don't go to. Usually the group either pitched in money to acquire tickets to the next show, talk about starting a band but never get anything done about it , or just hang out and listen to music.

But, those plans had to be put on hold today. His sister Jennifer, sophomore, had yet to acquire a vehicle. Seeing as his parents went to work during her practice, it seemed now that he and his car had been volunteered to do the job of picking her up after practice and games. So,every day after school, he had to walk into the very grounds of people he would rather avoid. Sure, he could just wait in the parking lot and wait for Jen to come out, but he knew she was very capable of getting lost in idle chatter with the other pom pom girls for hours. The instant the clock on his maroon hand me down Chevy Lumina hit six o' clock, he stepped out of the car and entered the schools gym. He saw that apperently they were trying to get some routines down before they left, so he leaned against the wall and waited. Jacob was clad in his usual attire of a black t-shirt with a band's logo emblazed cross the front, a pair of camo carpenter pants and his black leather boots. Given his choice of footwear, he didn't even step on the gym floor, he knew they would complain.

 

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• Rubbing her eyes softly, her arms stretched over her head as the tosses were done and an example of what would be started tomorrow, although it was evidently around six ten, the girls who had recently joined the team stood on the sidelines in excitement as they watched from afar one of the routines they would have to definitely have down by at least two weeks from now. . Or else they would be bases for the pyramid for rest of their school year. There were three girls set in a row, Charlotte being one of the three and standing between the other two girls, spread out and evidently ready as girls stood in the middle of the gym, prepared to catch them. There was a count of a simple, 'One, two, ready, go' before each of the girls began a quick run before individual flips were done, each of them timed with one anothers, Charlotte landing just as she was supposed to by her third flip in the grasp of the girls standing at the middle base. No one noticed the male standing at the entrance of the gymnasium, seeing as there were often guys lined up in the stands to watch the girls practice, cat calls and whistles often being called out, the routine was finished and applause from the girls on the sidelines vibrated the space around them, even if it was only three girls, and the newly gained applause of the males in the stands.
  
  Pulling the scrunchy from her hair and releasing her long locks of hair, the brunette smiled lightly when Jennifer, a sophomore who was excited about making the team, her excitement showed which made Charlotte laugh. The girl reminded her of someone, she just couldn't put her finger on it, but as the girl shyly invited her to a sleepover with another set of four girls, she smiled brightly because she knew she was using it as her chance to get ahead as far as cheer leading went, she agreed to join the girls to help them, another one of the girls being a senior as well, they all began making their ways toward the locker room, Charlie letting her eyes take a casual glance toward the doors and narrowing her eyes slightly with her perfect vision. His aura seemed to fly from way over there, Jacob's presence caused a frown to play with the pretty features of her face, shaking her head and moving past him, "Freak." She mumbled, walking past him and into the locker rooms, not having to make eye contact with him to know he had heard her.[/list:u]

 

[Braiddan]

• Remaining next to the door, Jacob watched the practice commence. He didn't feel like going up to the stand either, most of the jocks who hang out at the stands didn't like him and he just didn't feel like dealing with that particular group of idiots.But like them, he did happen to watch the routine as he waited. Sure, he didn't get along with any of them except for his sister, but they were still some attractive females. His eyes roamed over to Charlie, they were friends once in a time that had passed, and he really never figured out why they do not get along now. Jacob lifted his left hand, looking at the watch upon his wrist. A loud sigh escaped from his lips, it seemed like it was taking forever. Of course, he was in a major hurry just to get out of this place and away from all these people. Another sigh escaped his lips this time in relief, seeing the girls head back toward their locker room.
  
  It seemed someone finally noticed him, but gauging her reaction it seemed that she wasn't too pleased to see him. He simply turned his head toward the wall infront of him, ignoring the feeling of eyes upon him. But it was kind of hard to avoid the girl's presence when she walked past him and said what she said. Normally, Jacob would react to it, but he wasn't in the mood today and he just wanted to get his sister and go. "Bitch" He mumbled right back to her, if she heard him, he did not care, she really wasn't worth his time. Finally, he saw his sister's flaming red mane pop out of the locker room and as soon as she got close he made himself visible to her, asking if she was ready to go. She simply nodded, but as they walked toward the door , he found out his nightmare was not over. Apperently, his little sister had planned a sleep over tonight , and he had to deal with four cheerleaders in his house. "Yeah, I'll be in my room the whole time, don't worry"
  
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• Rolling her eyes shortly after entering the locker room, she had heard the comment clear enough for it to settle in the back of her head and disappear into numerous other things that had been mumbled back and forth between them. Sadly, that was about as civil as their conversations had ever gotten between each other since their friendship had ended, other mumbles turning into arguments that had more pent up frustration than anyone surrounding them knew about, because really, who else knew besides the two of them that at one point they were friends and had the opportunity to be more? That was none of anyone else's business, and apparently that was the only thing they really agreed on, or so it was assumed. Picking up her duffel bag and instantly surrounded by a group of girls, the set of girls walked from the locker room shortly afterward, not changing in the locker rooms because the water had yet to be pressurized to make it hot; To put it plainly, there had been a complaint filed and it was currently on the maintenance list.
  
  Charlotte glancing up lightly as her walk from the gym was intercepted by the school's star quarter back, her brunette head tilted as he tried one of numerous lines on her, a smile adding to the attractive features of her face, "Not in your life Scott." She said, blunt and honest as she moved around him, knowing that at least half of the school's female student body would throw themselves at the blonde haired, blue eyed quarter back if given the chance, although Charlie was evidently not interested, leaving his face in pieces to pick up later. Charlie wasn't a bitch, or at least, not to several people as long as you weren't dropping lame pick up lines and, oh, I don't know Jacob, but it took a bit for the female to have a disliking for someone. Obviously, Scott and Jacob were on the exact same list, merely for different reasons. Scott was a player and Jacob was, in her eyes, a jack ass. Glancing over her shoulder to Jennifer, she smiled softly at the red haired girl before calling out, "We'll call before we come." Alright, so she was in fact his sister, but it didn't matter. She wasn't going for him, and he would just have to get over it.
  
  ohohsee; would you like to do a time skip to when they
  get there?[/list:u]

 

[Braiddan]

• Two hours passed since Jacob had brought his sister home, Charlie and her pom pom gang had already called to announce their arrival. Jacob took it as his cue to get something to eat and hide in the confines of his room while the sleepover commences. After his small meal, he takes a can of root beer from the fridge and slinked off to his room, closing the door. Once in his room, he ploped down upon his bed and stared up at the cieling with a loud sigh. He began to think back for a moment actually trying to find out how he lost the girl he used to call his best friend. He tried to push the thought out of his head that he had potential to be more than that. But, like when he usually tries to so that thought seems to surface to the front of his mind and he can't make it go away.Sure, the thought of just trying to catch her alone and talking with her about the state of their friendship and beyond. But he figured that she wouldn't even spend three seconds conversing with him.
  
  "Ding Dong" The sound of the doorbell rocked through his ears. Jacob first ignored the sound, he figured Jen would answer it. That didn't seem to happen, however as the sound of the door bell came again. "Jake? Could you get that for me? I need to get my face on." For some reason, Jen always had to doll herself up when she expected someone over. Jacob sighed and pulled himself to his feet, stepping out of his room. Very quickly, he made it to the living room and opened the front door. It was Charlie and the other cheerleaders attending the sleepover. He figured he might as well bite his tongue while they were there. Ever since Jen was four years old, the girl always dreamed of being a cheerleader. He couldn't find it within himself to screw it up for her. " Oh, uh...Hi. Jen is getting her face on, make yourselves at home while I get her. " He said trying his best to maintain pleasant and polite town. Jacob walked back toward the bathroom and informed his sister that her friends had arrived.[/list:u]

 

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• For some reason, Charlotte had the slightest inkling in the back of her mind that she would be confronted with something tonight, something she didnâ??t feel the need to come to terms with. . Well, she did, but then she didnâ??t. Although, shoving the thought away because it was probably just because she was going to be in the presence of someone slightly familiar, even if he was a different person than he used to be, Charlie inwardly knew he was probably the same person on the inside. Sadly, she missed that about them. Their conversations that held no tension and no air of annoyance between each other, for instance the way their conversations were now. Rubbing her eyes softly as she picked up her other senior friend, and then drove only a short ten minute drive to get the junior girls, they were all on their way to Jennifer, and Jacob, Flynnâ??s house in no time.
  
  Mind you, directions werenâ??t needed because she had definitely been there numerous times before. This wasnâ??t asked about, Charlotte leaning forward slightly as she was the last person to get out of the car, a slight bit of reluctance in it. Taking her duffel bag full of things that the general amount of teenage girls needed for any sleepover, the female clad in a denim skirt and a black V-Neck, her figure seemed to look marvelous in everything she wore. Laughing with one of her friends about something or another, after someone rang the doorbell, the door was open and they were greeted by someone she didnâ??t particularly want to see; Jacob. Her luck was obviously not going to be in her favor tonight, turning her head slightly and glancing down, her bangs tossing over her eyelids and occasionally moving over her cheekbones to go across her lightly freckled skin; Charlie was evidently never an ugly girl.
  
  Moving inside with the group of girls, they each settled with their things on the couch, the brunette crossing her legs as a conversation was easily sparked up about something that wasnâ??t entirely frivolous. [/list:u]

 

[Braiddan]

• Now that Charlotte was here, the urge to actually confront what had happened between them had grown only stronger. But he yet again tried to push the thought back. He figured, it had been to four years now and it was too late to try and rebuild that bridge. He didn't even know if she remembered they were once friends. Quite mental delima faced him for the while he hesitated from leaving the door. But he did finally manage to will his feet to move and inform his sister that her friends were there. After his sister finally got out to the rest room and went out to see her friends did he go to his room. He did not want to be mentioned or even thought about while the party commenced. But when Jacob laid on his bed and tried to blank his mind about the fact that Charlotte was in his house, the fact just seemed to come back stronger. Despite the fact that they were no longer on friendly terms, he still found her the most attractive in the school. Like tonight, she was gorgeous no matter what she wore.
  
  The sleep over seemed to go off without a problem. Jen seemed to find new friends amongst the squad, and she was glad of that. Everything seemed to be going off swimmingly, that was until one of the juniors had asked for something to drink. Jen hadn't checked, she had everything else prepared but she had forgotten all about the drinks. She looked in the fridge to find that the only thing that was liquid in the house was a jug of milk. Nervously, Jen went back to her brother's room and entered. "Um... Jake I forgot to get drinks for this. Could you please do me a big favour and go to the store before it closes?" Jacob seemed more than happy to do the task, it would be an excuse to be away from all the cheer leaders for a while. Jacob got out of his bed and snatched his car keys, heading to the living room. Of course that was where all the girls were, but it was the quickest way out of the house. Jen returned as well, announcing to the girls. "I'm so sorry! I forgot all about getting drinks for this. But Jake is going to get some real fast. Anything particular you guys want before he leaves?" Jacob stopped in his tracks, making sure to hear if there were any requests[/list:u]

 

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• The air was stifling uncomfortable for her, despite it being totally welcoming and enjoyable for everyone else, she could mentally picture Jacob upstairs and it was not at all pleasant in her mind. . Well, there was an aura of pleasantry around her thoughts, half smiling to herself because there was a strangle of hope in the back of her mind that he was the same person, even if his outer appearance had changed and his, just like hers, group of friends had changed. That however, reminded her that he and his friends were cheerleader bashers, the ones who if you were to see them at a pep rally, were the darkened side of the bleachers, while everyone else was up and happy. It was depressing, to say the utter least, and Charlie had grown used to ignoring that side of the bleachers because there was no use for it. Though when the junior girl asked for something to drink and Jen realized they didn't have anything to drink, another strike of bad luck occurred and she had to see him again for the umpteenth time that night, letting out a half silent sigh as her eyes glanced from the friend who was talking to her to the male who entered the living room.
  
  Charlotte's voice had always been slightly airy, which had never truly been explained how she managed to get her voice to project when cheer leading chants came along, legs crossed under her figure as the other girls were obviously a bit undecided, the female spoke up for each of them, "Just get sprite and dr pepper or something. . Please." The decision was nodded to, because it would have taken a century for any of them to truthfully decide if Charlie hadn't saved him from being here longer than anyone really appreciated, her eyes staring at the face of the male, almost searching for a sign of something different before looking at the coffee table and back to her friend as she began talking yet again. This night would be way too long for her. [/list:u]

 

[Braiddan]

• Jacob nodded in response to what to get. He placed his hand upon the door knob, but it seemed he froze in his tracks for a little while as he felt eyes upon him. He looked over his shoulder to find that the gaze belonged to Charlotte. It seemed as if the gaze was searching him, searching for some type of sign. It made him quite uncomfertable, more than he already was by being in the same room as her. Jacob just couldn't stop himself from returning the gaze to her. His tongue passed over his bottom lip, if Charlotte still remembered the time that they both hung out extensivly she would remember that it was a nervous tic of his. Jacob's lips parted, as if to say something, but he shook his head and opened the door. He walked out to his car, sighing out loud before starting it.
  
  It only took about thirty minutes to get to the store and back with the drinks. The party continued, it seemed none of the girls had noticed the exchance of glances between Charlotte and Jacob, or they didn't bother to say anything about it. Jen decided to get a few games started among the girls just to pass the time, she had a couple movies planned to watch tonight, but she wanted to do that later. The front door came open during a game of truth or dare, it was Jacob. He had obviously thought ahead before he got sent on another errend, because he had also bought a bag of ice. He quickly darted into the kitchen to get a bowl of ice prepared and a cup for each girl present. He figured Jen had prepared every thing else, he might as well do the drinks for her while she had her fun.[/list:u]

 

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• Finding it unfortunate that she couldn't find anything that stood out to her about his face, she hadn't realized she had been looking at him long enough for him to feel it, blinking faintly when they made eye contact and his evident uncomfortableness was noted. Most people would simply consider it his lips being chapped by his own accord, which Charlie had originally assumed when they were friends before demanding he tell her why he did it. He had answered her by saying it was a nervous habit, Charlotte always asking if she made him nervous. She had never gotten an answer to that question, and she now wondered if she made him nervous, looking down immediately when he opened his mouth, looking across her lap for something to busy herself with as her cell phone began to vibrate from within her pocket, busying herself with that until she heard the door close behind Jacob.
  
  Shit.
  
  The night went on as planned, entertainment for the group of girls sparking up rather quickly as they each had settled into a game of truth or dare, moving the coffee table and a few other pieces of furniture to get them all adjusted on the floor. Of course, the age old game of truth or dare started off as simple, before the questions got a bit deeper. "So. . Charlotte. . Truth or dare." One of the junior girls asked, instantly targeting the girl in the game which merely caused her to laugh before tapping her face as though thinking deeply, "Dare." And so the game began, barely any of them noticing that Jacob had re entered the house, the turns had ventured back around to Charlotte, the female picking a Truth for a moderately safe choice. "Who was your first crush?" Her cheeks hitting a soft pink color, the female would not answer this one entirely, chewing on the soft flesh of her bottom lip as her mind carefully picked out the proper way to word things without throwing out any specific names. "Uhm. . I don't remember his name, but there was this boy, and I thought he was the cutest thing. I had just moved here and I met him at school because he was one of the few people that talked to me; The new girl thing, y'know? Then after the eighth grade, he went away." The other girls assuming that 'went away' easily meant moved away, Charlotte let out an inwardly relieved sigh to not have to name anyone in specifics. Especially considering he was still within ear shot. "DID YOU HAVE SEX WITH HIM BEFORE HE LEFT?!" The other sophomore girl shouted out, Charlotte raising a brow before busting out laughing because not only was it obnoxious, the look on the girl's face was priceless.[/list:u]

 

[Braiddan]

• That exchange of glances seemed to speak volumes more than what they spoke verbally over the last few years. Jacob sighed as he lightly slammed the bag of ice against the counter to break it up. He was almost sure of it, if he caught Charlotte away from her friends he wouldn't be able to stop himself from confronting her about the issue at hand. "Dammit, pull yourself together!" He grumbled to himself before he finally got the ice broken up enough to serve. Now that he had stopped the rather noisy task he was able to ovehear what was going on in the living room. He pasued once he heard the question directed toward Charlotte. Sure, she hadn't named any names but he already had a good idea of just who she was talking about. He shrugged it off, if her new friends didn't know how they were back then , well they didn't need to. But it was the second question to Charlotte that made a light hue of scarlet cross his features. He shook his head to drive the thought out before he dumped the ice into the bowl and take it out to the coffee table in the living room with the rest of the items.
  
  He could still felt quite warm, he could still feel that he was blushing. He hoped, Charlotte did not see him, then she would know he heard them. "Oh hey, Jake. Took you long enough. Drinks are here!" Jenn announced to her friends. "Dammit Jen" Jacob thought to himself as she said this. Now all the girls were looking right at him, or at least in his general direction. He acted out his nervous habit once more before he quickly tried to move out of view of the the females. This was really not improving his mental state right now. Jacob slipped out the front door and sat down on the edge of the porch. Sighing he stared out at the night sky. He really hoped he didn't have to do anymore for Jen[/list:u]

 

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• After Charlotte had answered truthfully to the question with a 'No', because although they hadn't gotten far enough to do anything near that, it didn't mean that it hadn't been an option. However, Charlie had easily left out the fact that said male was in the kitchen currently destroying a bag of ice, glancing down at her lap because he had probably heard every word of it. How unfortunate. Although, if she was asked about it around anyone, the female would throw up a guard immediately and there would be no more discussion on the matter. Her eyes didn't particularly look to Jacob until Jen just slightly called him out, turning her head lightly to look up at the male with an odd hue to his skin tone, the pinkish color on his cheekbones nothing of being embarassed by Jennifer, though she wondered if he had heard everything, watching him attempt to ease out of the living room and onto the porch. Faintly shaking her head because he would still probably have to come in through the front, the girls all decided shortly after to pick up all their things and move into Jen's room, another space that had been organized to contain the group of girls.
  
  The group moving into Jenn's bedroom, with all the proper necessities for a sleep over, the movie was about to start up before Charlotte glanced around her and realized she had left her purse in the living room, standing up carefully from her place and stepping over one girl before walking out to her destination, the female currently clad in a pair of lime green cheerleading shorts and a black tank top. Charlie's bare feet edged across the floor, standing on the balls of her feet out of sheer habit as she found her purse sitting in the darkness on the couch. [/list:u]

 

[Braiddan]

• His left hand crept down to the pocket of his pants and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one to his lips. Along with the pack he produced a black Bic lighter and struck the flint lighting up the end of it. Yes, he knew that it really wouldn't relieve the stress that he had been feeling from this whole thing . His mind continued to mill over the thoughts that have been bugging him since the beginning of the sleep over. That was until he finally heard the females heading up the stairs and heading into Jen's room. Well, at least now it looked like the could easily avoid the girls now that the living room had been cleared. So unless he had to run another errand, he could avoid the girls completely, or so he thought. He did not know that Charlotte was in the room all by herself, a situation he did not want to see her in at that very moment, especially alone and away from her friends.
  
  Jacob walked into the house when Charlie came into the room to look for her purse. He paused in his tracks, she was all alone right now. His mouth opened up but he stopped himself from saying anything. He did not even want to bring the subject up right now. But, as time passed, he couldn't stand holding it in any longer before he finally said. " So...It's been a while hasn't it?"[/list:u]

 

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• Digging through her purse a bit more, the female decided she might as well just go ahead and take the whole thing, now holding it on her arms just in time to turn around and nearly jump out of her skin in seeing Jacob standing near the doorway. How long had he been standing there, she wasn't entirely sure, although this was getting awkward and uncomfortable really quickly, neither of them moving from their places. He was the first of them to speak though, something that made her blink faintly, taking in a soft breath of air for the first time in at least a minute. "Three years is a while, huh. ." She stated, not wanting to ask something like 'how have you been' because that would have bade the situation even more uncomfortable. Charlotte's eyes moving to the floor for a few moments as though searching for something to say, the hazel eyed girl looked back up to him, knowing they were going to have to get this over with whether the outcome was positive or negative. Personally, it seemed a lot easier for the both of them if it at least got in the air the way it should have been a long time ago. Not like she wasn't the other half to blame.
  
  "Do I make you uncomfortable?" There was that familiar, yet unfamiliar question that caused the girl to sit down on the couch behind her, crossing her lightly tanned legs beneath her, her purse settled in her lap lightly. Well, they had both basically been waiting to catch one another alone and never really caught the chance. He was either with his friends, who properly snarled at her every time she was within a fifty foot radius like a pack of wolves and the cheer leading squad would definitely notice him from far away before he even got the chance to reach Charlie. It was as though they both had set up barriers between each other to avoid it happening any sooner than they planned. . Ha, planned, yeah right. [/list:u]

 

[Braiddan]

• He really had to kick his habit, because it felt like he was as transparent as a window whenever he acted it out. But he expelled a sigh from his lips, maybe it was finally time to answer the question that he avoided just about every time she asked him. Of course, in his own mind, he had a pretty good excuse as to why he didn't. But he figured the excuse wouldn't really matter. "Well, maybe uncomfortable isn't the best word to use"He replied to her question, after all those years finally finding the voice to answer the question she always asked him, at least partially. Yes, it was very well documented that they did not get along very well, but he still considered her the only girl he had his eye on, he figured she didn't feel the same about him and he learned to live with it. But to be completely he still felt quite nervous around her, especially now that he was alone in the same room with her. So it seemed the talk that had been building up for three years had finally come to fruition.
  
  Of course, now that he had her all along, he couldn't seem to even look at the female directly. No disrespect intended, but it was just another obvious sign of his nervousness. He felt as if fate was playing some joke with them, giving them hope after their departure. But he couldn't pass the opportunity up, sure he had his own little circle of friends, he wouldn't miss the possibility of having her as a friend again."The strange thing is, I do not even remember why we don't get along anymore" [/list:u]

 

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• She could feel the aura between the two of them and know that the borderline was right where friendly and awkward met, because it wasn't simply as easy as saying a few 'Sorry's here or there; Nothing was really that simple these days. Especially not when it came down to the fact of whether either of them still wanted to be friends with one another, Charlie glancing at the ground because that could be quite possible. What if he only wanted to get the tension out of the air and continue to bash on cheer leaders with his friends at whom were equally doubted by cheer leaders as being nothing but nobodies. Though when he finally answered her question, her eyes raised from the darkness covered floor and settled themselves on him, half smiling in the dark because for the first time in what seemed like forever had he answered that question. Deciding against laughing because that could quite possibly make him feel even more, well, if he wasn't uncomfortable he had to be nervous, Charlotte took a mental note that he couldn't look her in the eyes.
  
  Yeah, he was probably just nervous. When the comment of why they weren't friends anymore came about, her eyes now went to the ceiling, Charlie found herself scraping her mind before letting it drop to what she presumed had been the breaking point for both of them in the terms of their friendship; Their friends. Unfortunately, with the toll of high school having come around and the pair individually meeting other groups of friends, it was almost natural instinct for them to cling to their pack and not have some sort of stupid high school clash. Evidently, it was fear that kept them away from each other. "Our friends can't stand each other." She mumbled, audible enough for him to hear though still in a soft tone, her eyes moved back to Jacob one more time to see if he had looked at her, speaking again, "So I guess it only made sense that we wound up acting like we couldn't stand each other." With that being said, it explained the amount of things they had said back and forth to each other, each of them being negative. [/list:u]

 

[Braiddan]

• He nodded silently, his eyes drifted off too some invisible object upon the ceiling as he tried to mull over the next thing to say. It seemed, all this time a voice in his head had been bugging him to talk to her, but now that it was happening, the voice seemed to be at a loss for words. It did make sense, their friendship had fallen victim to the cliquey demands of high school. It actually seemed to be quite a typical story for a lot of friendships that had gone sour during the early years of high school. But, Jacob did not like that conclusion at all, he thought their friendship back then was too authentic to dissolved over something so petty. But, it dawned on him more and more true as he thought back. It happened slowly, first it went from them talking every day, hanging out after school every day. Then the conversations became shorter, they hung out less often. It degraded even further to where the peak of their conversations was saying 'hi' to one another as they passed each other in the hall way, until it became what it is now.
  
  Jacob figured the lack of eye contact might make her think that his intentions weren't genuine. So finally, he forced his hazel hues to glance back to her's. He wanted nothing more than to rebuild the bridge between them burnt down long ago. Sure, he was part of his 'pack' so to speak, but it seemed it was only there to try and fill an empty space he had been feeling, yet it had failed to do so. Other wise he wouldn't be trying to have a conversation with her right now. "Well, um want to go somewhere to catch up sometime?...As friends" He felt he better clarify that, sure he would love more than anything, to try and rekindle the potential 'more than friends' bond they once had, but he figured he blew it. Of course the 'as friends' case wasn't backed very well to the faint hue of pink across his cheeks for even being in the same room as her without exchanging hostile words.[/list:u]