CHARLIE'S POV
Being me isn't easy, I have to maintain good looks, good grades, and overall, be popular, that used to be my wonderful, perfect life before the dreadful accident. Now, on a daily bases, I get home with nose bleeds, backaches, and all sorts of injuries. I live alone, with my younger sister, Cassandra. She knows way too much for her age, she's only twelve and apparently, she's given a hand job.
What kept the world I built around myself from falling apart was my surname. Cockblocker. That's how the whole conspiracy started, the theory that I was gay. I built lies upon lies, trying to hide my true identity, even my school thought I was "Charlie Spring." And, yes I've watched "heartstopper" One of the greatest gay series of all time. But that doesn't mean I'm gay, right?
This happened exactly one month ago. I needed to renew my passport cause I and my sister were supposed to travel to Hawaii the next week but I had school on the last day we could go, fucking midterm tests. So, I brought my passport to school, so that immediately after I finished school, I could go to the embassy.
But Harry just had to be a dick and touch my bag, like why? I stood up from my seat attempting to grab my bag as he swung it in the air; left and right. I looked hilarious. A 5'10 guy, trying to reach out to get something from a 6'2 guy.
He opened my bag and threw all my things out, he was just jealous that I was more popular. "oh, what's this? Spring's passport?" And that's when my cover was blown. "Charlie...Fucking Cockblocker?!"
IT'S OVER FOR ME, JESUS, TAKE ME AWAY!