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Chapter Ten: This is too gross for me.

Charlotte's POV

It'd been eight days since Daniel came into town. Three since I'd been in his office. Having nothing to do, I made it my duty to always check up on him at the office. Not that I was the perfect and caring friend, I just wanted to have someone to make fun of. At first I thought I was a distraction, but he assured me that I was welcomed at the hospital anytime because according to him 'My company makes him feel good and alive.' Every time I thought of that I blushed. And it made me wonder 'how did he manage to get through 8 years without me?' I had to admit, having Daniel around was great. Too great in fact. I missed us when we were just on some stupid shit.

During his two weeks here, he'd had enough time to bond with Cat. We even met up with Zach. He and Daniel hit it off pretty quick because they always ended up chatting about football (yuck!), girls, and other manly whatnots I'd rather not talk about. Its like they don't have any bit of shame.

The fact that every girl who as much as catches a glimpse of Daniel, whether in the office or out of it, and practically drool over him makes me want to pull my hair out. Whenever we're out or talking a walk or even in the hospital, it's always the same thing. "Oh my God, he's so cute! He's too hot! I've got to have him!"
Totally disgusting. He's smoking, I know but that doesn't mean you should get run over because of it. One girl even had the guts to walk over to us and ask for his number at a restaurant.

"Hi, I'm Stella." The bitch said, referring to Daniel. It was like I was totally invisible. I was resisting the resilient urge to smash her head against the table.

"Hi, we don't care." I answered smiling, finally drawing her attention to me.

"And I wasn't talking to you." She replied before turning back to Daniel. The nerve. "Can I have your number? I'd really like to hang out sometime." She smiled sweetly at him. Whenever that kind of smile crawls up a girl's face, your pocket is half way to empty land.

I glanced at Daniel, expecting him to say something but he glanced back, smiling. Is he insane? Not waiting for my mind to answer the question, I took matters into my own hands.

"Honey, as you can see my husband here is dumb, has been since he was five. Even if you do get his number, he won't be able to say shit. Now I'll give you two options. Leave here while you still have your dignity or I'll beat two bags of shit outta you, letting your ugly face to showcase how much of a bitch you are, then you'll leave. Wait," I stopped, tapping my head with my index finger, "Either way you still leave." I looked at her, smiling deviously. "What's it going to be, honey?"

Frowning, she turned and went back to her seat, where her friend had been watching anxiously. I laughed under my breath at my victory. I focused my gaze on Daniel. The idiot was grining at me.

"That was wicked!" He poked my arm.

I tried to cover my blush but surprise surprise, he caught it quickly, his grin widening.

"Shut up. You couldn't have said anything?" I poked his arm back.

"I didn't feel like it. Not that I had to, you had it all under control." He stood up and bowed, "you have my respect from this day forward."

I smiled and pushed him into his seat. "Whatever. I'm still mad at you."

"You know, now that I think about it, I don't appreciate you calling me dumb. You hurt my feelings." He clasped his chest and rubbed roughly.

"Thats what you get for being a dick." I huffed.

"A sexy dick." He smirked devilishly.

"You're a idiot." I laughed.

"And don't you forget it." He said and we both burst out laughing.

I was in my room, getting ready to visit my best friend at his office. The main disadvantage of not having a job is that boredom will eat you up and leave your remains where nobody, ordinary or not, will find you and your bones will be left to rot underneath the ocean till sand is all that's left. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. But can you blame me? I'm a human being for fuck's sake. I need something to keep me busy and I'm a singer, where the hell do I get a job??

Snapping myself out of it, I walked to the garage, got into my car, and drove off. Dad was asleep and mom was at work. Mom's a therapist. I made sure to stay out of her way whenever she's in therapeutic mode. I think she noticed because she's never gone all T.M on me again since Daniel got married four years ago and I resorted to crying myself to sleep every night for over three months after I specifically told or shouted at her to leave me the hell alone. Don't get me wrong, I loved my mom but I didn't appreciate her trying to use me as another case study.

Pulling into Miller's Hospital, I made my way to Daniel's office. Turning the doorknob quietly, I peeped inside, wanting to surprise him by yelling loudly but looking closer, I found he wasn't there. I walked in and glanced around. Yup, he wasn't there. Where could he have gone to?

I decided to go to his secretary's office to ask. I mean I know the woman has issues, but it won't hurt to just ask a question would it? Besides, as his secretary she's supposed to know his whereabouts.  I walked out of his office, realising I don't know which office was his secretary's. After inquiring from a doctor, and thanking him, I strolled across the hall to the said office. I reached for the doorknob, pulled and did a double take. I so did not expect the horrible sight in front of me.

Daniel, his trousers unbuttoned and loose with his shirt hanging out of it, was there with the secretary bitch, her shirt open and I mean really open, I could actually see the bra, and her skirt had been drawn up to rest on her waist, her panties on full display. No scratch that. Her things on full display. They were kissing and touching and pressing and...ew. They didn't even notice that I had walked in. When they did, after like three minutes, they tore apart quickly.

I gasped in horror. "You're banging your secretary?!" I asked Daniel, desperately begging internally for it to not be true.

He seemed surprised for a second before looking down at his feet ashamedly. I couldnt understand. What the hell was going on here? Why did it hurt so much? It didn't hurt this much when he married Abby so why now? Why did it have to be this bitch? She wasn't even pretty. Okay, maybe she was. But still, this is just wrong.

Realising he wasn't going to say anything, I walked out. More like ran out. As fast as my legs could carry me. I ran all the way to my car before I heard it.

"Char! Char! Wait, I'm sorry you had to see that. It wasn't meant to happen." He yelled as he continued to run after me, trying to fasten his belt, not caring about the scene he was making.

"Go back to your bitch and leave me alone!" I yelled back, getting into my car. Fixing my seatbelt, I ignited the engine and got ready to pull out.

He ran to the back of my car, obviously thinking I wouldn't run over him. Fool. "Char, I don't get why you're mad. I was just having a little fun. It didn't mean anything and you weren't even supposed to see it. I'm sorry." He pleaded with big googly eyes. I wasn't going to buy it.

I started pulling out.. Slowly at first, wanting him to think I wouldn't run him down, he relaxed a little bit, I smirked then went on attack mode. I quickly pulled out but wasn't lucky enough because he jumped out of the way, shocked.

"Fuck you and your bitch!" I shouted out the window before speeding off.

But I didn't go home, no, that'd mean sulking, I drove to Cat's house. I walked in through the front door, not bothering to knock, it was practically my house. I walked into the room and found Cat and Zack going at it. What the hell was wrong these people and shoving their tongues down each other throats? They didn't even bother to lock the door. Cat saw me and quickly dressed.
Zach just lay on the bed and smiled stupidly like he won the lottery.

"This is too gross for me,” I scrunched my face up in disgust, turned around and made to leave but Cat held me back.

"Did you need something, babe?" She asked.

"No, forget it. You can go back to what you were... doing." I ran out the door, not giving her a chance to say anything.

It was pretty much all I did today.

Running.

I sat in my car, letting the tears I'd been all day holding in fall freely. Daniel was right. I didn't have a right to be angry at him or Cat or Zach. It was their life and they could live it anyhow they wanted.

I ended up driving back home to sulk.

My life is a complete mess.