Admitting // Christy & Charlie
She was the psycho? Yeah, that much was obvious. At least the scowl had returned, and now Charlie was seeing the Chrosty she remembered: Angry, angry, angry, in a way a ten year old should not be. “Don’t read bad books? How exactly do you know, smartass? Did you ever bother to open it? Hell, did you even know how to read?
Okay she was probably being childish at this point. But why the fuck couldn’t she just apologise and leave? If she had just said I’m sorry about your book Charlie, none of this would have had to happen. But then again, Charlie had a feeling that Christy was not one of the people that owned up to their mistakes. She hated those people.
When Christy stopped facing her, she clenched her teeth and finally turned back to the computer to see the result of her search: Tunred out they had copies of the book in Dublin, and from what she knew it would take them a while to send the book all the way to Sawyer. She made a mental note to ask them exactly when the book would arrive when she’d call to make the order, so she wouldn’t be at the bookstore. If she never saw Christy again, it would be too soon. For a moment she considered telling her she hadn’t found the book in the database, nd get rid of her. But then she thought of the money Christy would pay for her purchase, and recollected herself. “Your book is gonna be here in a few days. We’ll call you when we get it.” She tried to make her tone neutral and professional, so that Christy would leave the bookstore, but there were traces of anger in her voice that she couldn’t hide.
Christy surely was going to grit her teeth down to nothing by the way Charlie spoke to her. The girl had no more insight in the story than that it had been her book Christy had torched, but other than that, all the jipes and snide remarks only made Christy more and more angry, the more Charlie used them. Of course she could read. That’s why she’d torched the book in the first place. It was shit. To be honest Christy hadn’t expected Charlie to go off like she did. She had thought, in some crazy way, that Charlie would have thanked her, would have wanted to become her friend. She thought the girl was playing a prank on her, like all the other children always did. It was shit because she’d thought it was a prank being pulled on her. And that Charlie never seemed to have taken Christy’s history as a victim of pranks into consideration, Christy could only argue with herself that Charlie had been one of those pulling yet another prank, and was now playing on the “I was innocent”-card.
But Christy wasn’t going to tell Charlie that. Oh, no. Absolutely not.
“Fine. Great. Splendid. Let me know when the fucking book is here, and be sure you’re not here when I come to pay and pick it up.”
And with that, she left the store abruptly, so as not to give Charlie any room to reply.