Charlotte: Her Twisted Fate

I Became His Girlfriend

CHAPTER 4

I Became His Girlfriend

Charlotte POV

One afternoon, I walked up to him, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might give me away.

“I… I need to tell you something,” I said. He looked at me for a moment, then nodded. “After school,” I added quickly. To my surprise, he agreed. Lucy waited outside, just in case I was turned down, to console me.

When it was finally just the two of us, the silence felt overwhelming. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for his. He didn’t pull away. That alone gave me courage.

“I… I like you, Andrew,” I said softly, my voice shaking, but I didn’t stop.

“I’ve liked you from the moment I met you… and I couldn’t stop.” I lifted my head, forcing myself to look into his eyes—those same icy blue eyes that had been stuck in my mind since the first day.

The words hung between us, heavy, fragile, real. My heartbeat echoed in my ears.

He stared at me for a long time, too long. I couldn’t read his expression, and that scared me. Then he exhaled softly.

“You talk too much when you’re nervous,” he said. My heart dropped.

But then—“I don’t mind.”

My breath caught. He stepped closer, closer than before, his gaze locked onto mine, intense, steady, impossible to look away from.

A shiver ran down my spine as his hand slid around my waist, pulling me slightly closer. My heart was no longer just racing—it was out of control.

“So…” he said quietly. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Time stopped. Everything around us faded: the empty classroom, the quiet hallway, even Lucy outside. None of it mattered. All that mattered was him. And in that moment…..

“Yes… I will.” I screamed, smiling.

And that was when my world began to fall apart.

At first, I thought I had finally gotten everything I ever wanted: Andrew, my first love, the boy I had watched from a distance for so long… was finally mine. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. I gave him everything—my time, my energy, my heart. I helped him with homework, stayed up late fixing his assignments, brought him water after every game, and made sure he never lacked anything I could give.

And in return, he barely noticed. Sometimes, he would smile at me, and my whole world would light up. Other times, he would look right through me like I wasn’t even there. But I held on to those small moments like they meant everything, because to me, they did.

Sophie never made it easy. She was always there, always beside him, always laughing with him, always touching him like she had a right to. And maybe… she did. Because no matter how much Andrew called me his girlfriend, the whole school still saw them as the perfect pair. Not us. Never us.

There was a day I accidentally dropped my books right in front of them, he was kissing her hand. The sound echoed in the hallway, drawing attention immediately, I froze.

For a second, I thought maybe he would help me. Maybe this time would be different. But Andrew didn’t move; he just stood there, watching. And Sophie? She laughed.

“Clumsy as always,” she said.

My fingers trembled as I bent down to pick everything up, my vision slightly blurred, but I didn’t look at him again, i couldn’t.

Another time, I tripped in the hallway while trying to catch up to him. Laughter filled the air again. I hit the floor hard, pain shooting through my knees, but it wasn’t the pain that hurt the most—it was the fact that he was there, watching, and still did nothing. That was when I should have realized it: that love shouldn’t feel like this. But I didn’t, I stayed.

Love made me weak.

Every day, I endured these little humiliations. He teased me in front of his friends, called me silly names, flirted with Sophie while I was near. And still, I loved him. I told myself that one day, he might notice. That one day, he might see me as more than someone who existed to make his life easier.

Lucy was the only one who saw everything.

“Charlotte… this isn’t right,” she told me more than once. “You deserve better.”

I always smiled. “I’m fine.” But I wasn’t, I really wasn’t.

One afternoon, I waited for Andrew outside the class, holding the lunch I had made for him. I had woken up early just to prepare it. It wasn’t much, but it was made with everything I felt for him."

Then he walked out.