Chapter 8

Breakfast for me before school? ha. if I'm lucky, I finish my hair in time to grab a granola bar. I'm constantly late. Not that it matters, none of the teachers are worrying about anything. We're seniors. It's our last week of school. They let us do what we want. It's been this way for years and every new principal we get tries to stop it. I don't know why principals are always so... so.... uptight. But it's always hilarious to watch them get frustrated and storm out into the hall.
I drive my black Oldsmobile Intrigue to school every day. It's a decent car. It gets me where I'm going and it manages to stay in good shape most of the time. But, it's a Monday, I'm in a bad mood when I get into the car despite all the things I should be happy about. "The last Monday in highschool. You can do it." I mutter to myself.
I'm the type who blasts my music. Really loud. I mean, who can listen to 3oh!3 with the volume turned down!?
I get to school and go to my locker, taking a few more things out and shoving them into my bag. As if it isn't already way too full. A couple papers fall out. And someone bends down to get them before I can. "Hey," he says. "You dropped these." He hands me the papers but doesn't disappear like I wish he would.
"Thanks," I say politely, shoving them back into my overstuffed bag.
"You're welcome," he says, looking nervous now. "So," he starts. "I'm Danny." He tells me.. All I can think about is how cute he is and how much I like Sidney and how much I really want to get out of this situation.
"I'm Caitlin," I hold out my hand. "Thanks for picking up my papers." I say and turn around to go to my first class.
"Wait!" He says loudly, trying to get my attention over the loud buzz of everyone in the hallway.
"What?" I turn around and try not to snap at him. I don't know him, I remind myself. I can't be mean.
"would you," he stutters. "want to get a coffee with me? For lunch?" He asks hopefully.
"Um." I say, my index finger on my lip--a habit I have for when I'm seriously thinking. "I'm doing lunch with my friends today. Maybe some other day?" I lie, trying really hard to be nice to this new, cute stranger.
"ok." He looks down disappointed and walks away, probably because he knows that I didn't mean it. I don't want to get into anything with someone from highschool during the last week. That would be nerve-wracking.
Ruthanne trots up to me, "Who was he?" She asks in a snotty tone that would only be used because she noticed my pissy face.
"Danny?" I ask her. She shrugs and we walk off towards class.


Ruthanne's Point Of View:

School was really fun. Just a lot of people running around and goofing off. I get home and check my phone.
You have 5 new texts! it reads across the screen. I open one, wondering how I got so many since I last checked it when school ended.
From: Kris
Hey... how are you? I miss you!
From: Kris
Callllllll meeeeeeee.
From: Kris
Are you there?
From: Kris
Ruthanne!!!!!
From: Kris
Where are you!?
I smile when I read them although I hate people who text me like 10 times in a row looking for me. I hurry up and text back.
At home, just got back from school :P.. awww, I missed you too!
And it was true. Even though we were all having fun being idiots at school, he was all I could think about. Before I even knew it, my phone was buzzing again.
I couldn't stop thinking about you. <3 What's up?
I pause for a moment, just smiling before I can even enter:
nothing. <3
and send it. I stop bothering with the texting and just call him.
"hey," he says in his beautiful voice.
"hey," I say back, hoping he thinks my voice is as beautiful as I think his is. "What did you do all day?" I ask nonchalantly.
"Absolutely nothing. Just hung out at my apartment." He says.
I smile, "Sounds like fun," I joke. I know better. Sitting around is never fun unless with a friend. And by the very bored tone in his voice, I can tell that he didn't have much entertainment.
"Oh it was," he says sarcastically.
I hear my mom come in the front door and call me downstairs. Probably to do some chore or another. She's hysterical because I won't be around very much anymore.
"I'll call you later, Kris. My mom is calling." I sigh and wait for his goodbye. I swear I will never get tired of his voice.
"Ok. Bye." He says, sounding really sad. I close my phone, feeling the same kind of sadness and walk downstairs.