An Unforgettable Summer [on hold]

7:I Love Food More Than People

CATS POV:

'Hey, is this Cat?'

A message pops up on my screen. I frown. I can't remember giving anyone my number recently.

My fingers anxiously tap at the keyboard.

'Yeah...may I ask who this is?'

I get an almost immediate response and my phone dings.

'The names Isla, I don't know if you've ever heard of me.
I'm kind of famous in Belgium.'

I chuckle under my breath and shake my head. Typical Isla.

Just as I'm about to respond, another message pops up.

'I've got to go.
Duties call.
But I'll call you later.
Isla x'

I respond with a quick okay. I grin at how we've known each other for a day and a bit and already she's sending kisses after her texts.

I guess it's a girl thing.

I stare out my window and think about my friends back home.
I've never had many. I've always been the girl at the back of class, who no one really notices. But I'm fine with that.

I mean I have this one friend. Well, more of a sister, as corny as it sounds.

Her names Elle and she's the kind of person that's intriguing and loved by everyone.

She's crazily outgoing. I mean, once she jumped up on a table and danced in front of the school to Dancing Queen while passing students threw money at her.

She got suspended for three days.

What can I say? Opposites attract. But I still find myself confiding in her for everything.

**
I jerk to attention, as my ringtone blares from my hand, making me drop it onto my bed.

I quickly pick it up and press the green button.

I answer thinking it's my mom.

"Hey mom. How's work?"

"Alright, honey. But I was thinking of quitting. Working at McDonalds isn't what I really wanted to do with my career. I was thinking I'm more of a KFC girl."

My eyes widen and I pull the phone away from my ear to look at the caller ID. It's an unknown number.

"Sorry, thought it was my mom." I mumble, my cheeks turn red and I'm glad she can't see my face.

Isla laughs loudly on the other end of the line, bursting my eardrum.

"No problem. How are you going girl?"

"I literally saw you yesterday but I'm okay. Bored as hell. What about you?"

She groans, "I'm still grounded from last night."

"Jesus, really?"

All I got last night was a "stern" talking to about how it wasn't right to leave without permission.

I come to the realisation that Isla has my number without me giving it to her.

"Wait a second, how did you get my number?" I ask slowly.

"I asked my mom and she called Alice, who gave it to me. Which leads me to my next topic."

"Hm, yes?" I ask suspiciously.

"There's this big ass party on Saturday night and I wondered if you wanted to be my escort."

Oh, no.