Chapter 3
December 26
I guess JK’s spell worked. I call Charlotte the day after Christmas, and we talk for an hour before I finally get up the nerve to ask her out. She accepts without hesitation. As a fourteen-year-old, a mall date is one of my few options. A movie felt too cliché, although it would have had the advantage of not requiring me to talk, something I wasn’t totally sure I could do without coming across as a complete i***t.
I shake my head as I realize Charlotte and I would be what JK call a mall couple. We used to laugh at the mall couples, especially what we call the “slow walkers,” those slow-moving pairs walking hand in hand at a pace reserved for giant tortoises, completely oblivious to the fact that other people might want to get around them.
The thought of holding Ch
