red line - mgc

one

the sound of repeated tapping echoed through the quiet classroom. it was katarina, impatiently tapping her shoes on the floor, watching the clock tick by ever so slowly till her study hall class. her history notebook had song lyrics askew throughout the pages that she was supposed to be taking notes on. surely though, none of them made any sense together.

but she's eighteen, it's not supposed to make sense to anybody but her. the interrupting ring of the bell caused her to snap into reality, though here stood sam ford, the school's most loved jock.

"i'm still waiting for you to give me your number, blondie." sam spoke up, earning an eye roll from kat. "and i'm still waiting for you to leave me the hell alone." she groaned, hitting him with her shoulder as she walked past. kat walked fairly quickly to the practice room, finding the door locked.

she knocked repeatedly, "hello?" she cupped her hand to the glass hoping the professor just forgot to unlock it for her.

"he's not here today, thought you would've known." sam ford, again. "come on, girlie, just go out with me!" he practically begged. kat laughed, shaking her head. "do you even know my name, dude?" sam stammered, "uhm .. i will know if you told me!"

she stormed off, speaking in a mocking tone, "i will know if you told me!" turning the corner to get some peace without him always bugging her.

kat made her way to the bathrooms, she figured she'd sit in there for the time being, it's not like she was going to be expected to attend class. sitting cross-legged on the floor, doing the homework that was due the week before. taking one earbud out, she heard the irritating ring of the bell chime again.

kat rolled her eyes, grabbed her things, and walked to the cafe. she never really got the food that was served, most of the time it was as hard as a rock. barely edible.

she wrote several songs that would barely be finished. kat scanned the room for a minute, seeing her table was already occupied by sam, she made her way to another table, with four boys she didn't know the identities of. "move over." kat spat, and the one with black hair complied with her command, she sat between him and another boy.

all four of them were silent as she wrote down different verses in her book. glancing up slightly, furrowing her brows. "what are you staring at?" they all looked in multiple different directions. "what are you writing?" the one across from her piped up, she looked up again, "none of your business."

kat saw that the boy to her right, ashton, was leaning over to see what she was writing. she snapped her fingers in his face, catching him off guard. "so your name is katarina?" ashton questioned, "kat." she growled, closing her book and setting it ontop of her bag.

she was getting irritated, and that was fairly obvious to see. "well, seeing as you just disturbed our table, you may as well introduce yourself." kat glared at him, "didn't you just say my name loud enough for your friends to hear?" luke laughed to himself, causing her to turn and look, that shut him up fast.

"then i guess we should introduce ourselves." ashton spoke again, "not that i'll remember." he ignored her remark. "i'm ashton, that's calum, michael, and luke." she nodded, she didn't take any of that in. kat only nodded so he'd shut up. she overheard the conversation from the table behind them, her table, of sam and his little group of jock fuckboys.

kat set her head down on the table, groaning exasperatedly. michael took a pen from his bag that was about to break open with red ink and threw it. luke pulled him down, pretending to have a conversation with him so he wasn't caught.

"my jersey! it's ruined!" sam yelled, smudging the pen around as he was attempting to get it off. kat lifted her head up, turning around to the commotion. she covered her mouth as she began to laugh. "seem real tough now, huh!" she yelled, her laughter being cut off by the bell beginning to ring. kat picked her bag up, her notebook sliding off the top and onto the floor, leaving the cafe without a word to the boys at the table.

michael stuck his foot under the table and slid the book to himself, picking it up and grabbing his bag. hoping to catch up with her to return it, cause there was no way she'd be sitting with them again.

the lunch bell for the five of them was the final bell. kat makes it a mission to get to her car before sam does, or else she'll get stuck in the lot, since he parks behind her so she can't leave. though today, she made it just in time, striking the passenger side of sam's car as she drove off.

"hey! this was a lot of money!" his yelling meant nothing though, she was already gone.

kat had a habit of writing her number down in her notebooks from when she was in grade school, her mom always said 'write your information in your books so someone can contact you if they get lost.'. it's stuck with her ever since. michael stood at the lot exit, katarina's notebook still in his hand.

he groaned, turning on his heel back to ashton's car, opening the door and throwing his bag down. he flipped through the pages a bit, seeing several things written down, but nothing very organized. "holy shit," michael began, ashton moved his hand in a circular motion telling him to keep talking, "she writes music."

when michael got home, he flipped through the book some more, he went in his bag for a red pen, adding in some other words to make her own lyrics make sense.

michael saw the sharpie scribble that was bleeding through the pages of her book, he flipped back a few pages and saw a number. michael froze, before scrambling for his phone, typing in the number as it was written.

'hey kat, its michael from the table at lunch today, you dropped your book on the floor and i picked it up, maybe this will give you a reason to sit with us again?'

he stared at his phone as the typing bubble came up.

'yea wtv, see u tmrw lunch boy.'