Charlie was valiantly attempting to finish her homework in the library before school let out. If she did, then she wouldn’t have to go home till after dinner. She could find a friend willing to go out, maybe to the mall, get food, just to pass the time. Anything to avoid her sister.
Honestly, she didn’t know what had possessed her yesterday. The minute she took off that god awful uniform of Quinn’s, she’d felt her old self returning. If she believed in the supernatural, she would swear that thing was cursed.
It wasn’t the uniform though. It was her sister. And everything her sister had. Everything Charlie thought she didn’t want. Actually, she knew she still didn’t want most of it. It was just one thing. And it was going to prove to be her worst nightmare.
She had been angry at Quinn yesterday. Angry! For no logical reason. She couldn’t believe the words that slipped through her lips with such ease. She wanted to hurt Quinn and she had succeeded. It made her feel better at the time, but by now she was just miserable. Her sister didn’t deserve her ire, but she definitely deserved hers in return. It wasn’t Quinn’s fault that she had the one thing Charlie hadn’t even realize she wanted. Until now that is.
“We need to talk.”
Uh, no, that was the last thing she needed at the moment actually. She put her head in her hands, refusing to look up at the girl who had sat down across from her.
“Yes, that will work,” Rachel retorted sardonically, twisting her pencil in her hands.
“I’m serious. Leave me alone.”
“You owe me an explanation.”
“I owe you nothing,” she snapped bitterly and looked at her with a fierce glare.
Rachel was unperturbed. “I assume that’s Quinn’s handiwork?” She gestured to Charlie’s lip.
“Yeah,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “Big sister has a killer right hook. Especially when she sucker punches a girl.”
“You’re saying you didn’t deserve it?”
“I’m not saying anything, because we are not talking right now, there is no conversation to be had. Take your books and get out.”
“It’s the school library. I have every right to be here.”
“Then I’ll leave.”
“Wait!” she said pleadingly and Charlie hesitated, finally settling back in her chair with a grunt of frustration.
“Why did you do it?”
“That’s your idea of fun?”
“Yep. We done now?”
“Did I do something to offend you? Some possible action on my part that caused you to want to hurt me like this?”
“Hurt you? What are y-”
“Because I think that’s why you did it. You wanted t-to trick me and embarrass me so that I looked like a terrible person undeserving of your sister because I couldn’t tell the difference between you two. Then you get to go to back to Quinn and say ‘See? She doesn’t love you enough. Someone who really loves you would have known.’ So what I need is for you to tell me what I did that made you so angry with me. To hate me this much. I’ve been with Quinn for over a year now, I thought we were friends, I thought… Just why?”
Charlie was floored. So concerned she was about her sister’s feelings, she hadn’t even given a second’s thought to Rachel’s. Honestly, she thought the girl would be annoyed, but nothing more. Seeing Rachel now, so uncomfortable, practically near tears, Charlie felt like someone had thrust their hand inside her chest, squeezing her heart. She could hardly breathe. Never did she want Rachel to feel this way about herself. To feel like she was undeserving…because she deserved everything. And more.
“Rachel…I…I’m sorry,” she said at last, but the brunette wasn’t looking at her. “I swear that was not like anything… That wasn’t what I… I could never hate you.”
“S-so why?” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “You could have just told me who you were. You could have stopped me from…”
Suddenly, Charlie felt a wave of panic. She couldn’t be there anymore. This was bad. Where this was going was very bad. She had to get out of there.
“Like I said, for kicks.” She shoved her things into her backpack. “Just a game to act like the fearsome Quinn B for a few hours. Guess I know my sister pretty well, huh?”
As she got up, Rachel looked like she was going to reach over to try and stop her, but instead she stayed where she was.
She couldn’t bear to hear her name being whispered like that from her lips. It hurt too much.
“The name is Charlie,” she spat. “That’s what everyone calls me and that’s what you will too. Don’t go making the mistake that you’re somehow special, Rachel, that you’re different, because you’re nothing.”
With that, she walked out of the library not daring to look back.
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