The Untouchable

"Charlotte. Charrrlotte..."

Charlotte snapped out of her daze to see her professor staring intently at her, along with the rest of her class. "Uh, sorry?"
"Well Miss Rien, since this is the final month of school, I'll let it slide." The instructor continued his lesson, and the girl once more gazed out the gigantic window next to her desk. It was a beautiful day at the Cote del Aquilon private school, and she was feeling reflective. "Well, I can see you all are in a rather wistful mood today. Good day, class." The bell rang, and Charlotte grabbed her brown suede messenger bag. "Nice bag, Char." Brae, one of her closest friends, raised her eyebrows approvingly. "Thanks, Juicy's newest."
"Oh my gawd, that comes out next month! You lucky little bitch."
"I know." She grinned and the pair linked arms as they walked down the hallway. "Sooo, no more class today. What's the plan?"
"It's such a nice day, I was planning to hang around campus for awhile." Brae stopped in her tracks, shocked. "Umm.. is your tie too tight or something? What about Scott's party tonight?"

"Of course I wouldn't miss that. I do have to finish an English paper for the final, and I was planning on meeting Brandon so we could swap ideas."
"Well, since Bran-don is such a gorgeous amazing hunk of a senior, I'll let it slide." She imitated their teacher's voice, and the girls giggled. "Well I guess I'll catch up with you tonight, Char. Don't work too hard now." Her friend winked and walked out to the parking lot. She looked down at her Chanel watch. "Fashionably late. Perfect."

She could see Brandon from a distance, his long body leaned against an oak tree. She wished she had her camera, he looked like he had jumped straight from the pages of GQ. She adjusted the black ribbon holding back her strawberry blonde locks, and made her way over to him, careful not to mess up her Jimmy Choos. He looked up and grinned as she approached him. "Hey sexy! How's it going?" She tossed her hair back, she loved it when he called her that. Probably because she knew it was true. "Peachy. Just look at this weather!"
"Yep, nothing but the California sun to stimulate the brain." He rolled his eyes as he pulled out his black iMac. "Sucks to be a junior, huh?" Charlotte followed suit as she sat down next to him, subtly straightening out the plaid skirt in her uniform. "For real. Can't wait to be a senior next year."
"Yeah, it's awesome. Applications can be crazy though, I'm still waiting to hear from Columbia and Princeton."
"Very cool! Which one is your favorite?" He winked at her, "I'll tell you when I get in." God, he was so hot. With shaggy light brown hair that matched his hazels, he was a perfect vison in Charlotte's sky blues. "So what's your topic?" There she went, daydreaming again. "Madame Bovary, I'm writing on the roles of women."
"Ooo tough one.. Okay, so you'll want to mention the numerous affairs she had..."

They sat in the same spot for a few hours. Her paper was practically done when he told her he had to go to work. They stood up together. "Thanks so much for the help, Brandon. Sorry you have to work though, you could have come to Scott's tonight."
"Yeah, Vista Mar is driving me insane with these hours. The only good part about it is teaching the tourists how to surf."
"Well have fun on the waves. I'll see you around!" They paused for a minute, and for a moment Charlotte thought something might happen. And it did. A leaf fell onto her shoulder. Brandon laughed and plucked it off. "Later Charlotte." And then he was gone. Charlotte sighed and looked down at the leaf. "Damn you." She whispered to it, then headed home to change for the party.

Chris, a boy of her age who went to the public school down the street, eyed her as she pulled her red Mercedes convertible into the U shaped driveway. He was being paid to mow the lawn for the Riens, and because it was a rather large estate, it took him practically all day. She didn't even slow her pace as she walked briskly past him. "Heyy Charlotte.. how's it-" She stopped him as she put her hand in front of her face. "Still not your type, Chris."

"Hey there, princess!" Her dad greeted her as she entered their large mansion home. He was working intently in his study, which was where most people could find him when he wasn't at the company headquarters in Boston. Considering he was the president of a major marketing corporation, he was able to stay at home with his family a lot. "Hey, Dad. How's work?"
"Same as usual. Your mom is out with some girlfriends, but she says she will be home by dinner." Her mom probably loved to party as much as she did. They were practically mirror images of each other. From their hair color to their titles as debutantes, they shared more traits than high school girls share lipgloss.
"Well you don't have to worry about setting a place for me, I'm going to be at Brae's." She got a nod from her father, deeply immersed in his work. She sighed and went upstairs to check out her massive wardrobe. "Marc... Christian.. Michael.. which of you boys am I going to wear tonight?" A white lace trim camisole caught her eye, along with a pair of pumps to match. "Ok.. Marc Jacobs and Dior it is." She knew these events, while casual, required her to look dangerously hot, so she picked a pair of tight Sevens to compliment her curves. She checked herself out in the wall length mirror, licking her finger and making a sizzle noise. "Party or not, here I come."

"Gawd, you are going to drive the boys crazy!" Brae complimented her as they hopped into her black Lexus to drive to the party. "Thanks girl, you too." Although Charlotte knew she was hot, she also knew she would not hook up tonight. It was just the way it was, her friends called her "the untouchable", not as an insult, but simply a nickname that meant she didn't really give boys the time of day. She was hungry for a relationship, a little spice of romance, and there have always been plenty of boys to offer that. But there was always something that kept her back, maybe he was too skinny, not rich enough, or just plain cocky. Charlotte always found a reason to hold back, with a secret want to find something more, that special someone that would finally satisfy her. She was not in any sense to be arm-candy, and wondered if it was ever possible to find such a guy. She shook these thoughts out of her head as the girls approached Scott's beach house. A popular lacrosse player, Scott and Brae had several flings before saying it was better being friends. But Charlotte knew better. By the end of the night the pair would be making out in the poolhouse. Probably even more than that. Though Brae was probably the sweetest girl Charlotte had ever met in Hollywood Hills, she did have a tendency to sleep around a little.

Brae checked her reflection for the fifth time in the car mirror, volumizing her brown curls with her hand. "Kay. Let's rock this." They entered the house to extremely loud Justin Timberlake and rowdy teens passing around alcohol. Charlotte grabbed a mojito almost immediately. "Love these." She saw buff, blond Scott out the corner of her eye, and Brae made a quick exit. "Hey, I'll be back soon, Char!" Charlotte lifted her glass in cheers, then mingled to see who else was there. After gossipping with a few of the girls and flirting a bit with the polo team, she decided to go outside and get some fresh air. She tried to cover her ears as she passed the poolhouse, but that didn't conceal the estatic moans of pleasure coming from inside. She shook her head, she wasn't sure how Brae did it.

The sounds of the ocean greeted her as she sat down on the wooden stairs. Looking out onto the setting sun, it was incredibly romantic. She felt a pang, wishing Brandon had been able to come. Of the many boys she had met and dated, there was only one Brandon. Maybe it was his smile, the way the hair fell into his face. Maybe it was the way he acted so cool around her, and didn't try to hit on her 24/7. Maybe he was the one for her. But he was leaving soon, heading off to college while she was stuck for another year at Aquilon. Nevertheless, she was pretty sure she wanted him, and had until the end of the summer to get him.

She decided to leave early. It was late, and she was getting tired of watching people fall all over themselves. Lucky Brae had temporarily satisfied her sexual appetite for lacrosse a la mode, and was willing to drive her home. Brae grinned as she was driving off. "Great party, huh?"