Despite growing up together, Catherine Simmons and Mattis Reed were never close.
Cat was inseparable from Mattis' younger sister, Chloé, while he was busy running around on the football field.
But when Cat's new dream drags her across the country du...
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Kittycat: Room 401
I double-check the text from Cat again as I make my way down the hall of her dorm building. I'd rather not knock on the wrong door.
It's Saturday afternoon, and I just finished practice thirty minutes ago. Weekend practice has always been grueling, but it's just gotten worse after the rookies found out about the all-ivy thing and started following me around like lost puppies.
Once I finished showering, I walked around aimlessly, and since Cat's been living rent-free in my head, I ended up at the dorms.
I run a hand through my hair, the walk over, drying it off perfectly, before knocking with a confidence I don't quite possess at the moment. When the door flings open, and I'm met by Cat wearing leggings and a tank top, I remember why my confidence goes up in smoke around this girl.
No one has ever looked this good in loungewear, I swear to God. Instead of traveling south like they want to, I forcefully keep my eyes on her face.
Okay, just one quick peek.
Jesus Christ.
I fight the urge to bite down on my knuckles.
My gaze returns to her face before she can slap me for being a creeper. Her red hair is in a messy bun, a few loose tendrils framing her face, and she looks so god dammed cute.
It shouldn't be allowed to be this sexy and adorable simultaneously; it's unsettling, doing weird things to my brain.
"Hey." Cat breaks the silence, sounding oddly breathless.
I've become accustomed to this greeting, and it soothes some of my nerves.
"Kittycat," I say, slipping a smirk in place. "What are you up to?"
I'm planning to wholly ignore my random drop-by, and she seems to be in agreement.
"Oh." She looks over her shoulder, slightly flustered. "I was just talking with Chloé."
My sister's name has never been as big a source of discomfort as it is around Cat. Every time either of us speaks it, the alternate reality we seem to have entered out here is shattered, and we're reminded of just how complicated our relation is.
Part of me fears that Chloé is still on the line, waiting in Cat's room, overhearing this conversation. I haven't spoken to her since the summer break, so I have no idea how much she knows about me hanging out with her best friend.
I'd be willing to bet a vital organ that she wouldn't be too pleased by it.
"I can come back later," I say, throwing a thumb over my shoulder, preparing to run at the first sign of my sister's virtual presence.
"No." Cat shakes her head. "It's fine; we hung up... We're done with our homework, anyways."
Of course, those two wouldn't let something as meeker as a couple of thousand miles stand in the way of their quality time.
