My Little Penguin

Chapter Four

Catt's POV

I had just made an attempt to go to my second class which was Math after hearing the horrible words drip from the pink, lip gloss covered lips of the one person I thought would be my friend.

I reached my locker and shoved my French book inside and turned my head slightly to where I knew Becca's locker was. Sure enough, there she was. With her friend. I had seen him around, I think his name is Matt or something, I just knew it started with an M. Her face that normally glowed with happiness, now was distorted with grief and misery.

I knew she would never be upset about what happened between us, she probably already forgot, if she even cared in the first place. The worst thing was, as much as she hurt me, I still had the urge to grab her and hold her in my arms until she felt better.

I held my arms in my locker and listened as hard as I could but could only hear their muffled tones over the loud voices of the sophomore class. I looked at her again seeking a more relaxed expression but if anything, she looked more distressed.

I groaned lowly and gave up my eavesdropping, shutting my locker and pulling my hood onto my head yet again. I started walking passed Becca, hoping to get a sliver of their conversation. I looked up from the floor, she didn't look upset now, she looked terrified and 'mystery guy' was yelling at her.

He then noticed her fear and an apologetic expression took over his face. He quickly pulled her into his arms and and she completely fell apart, tears leaving wet trails across her pink tinted cheeks.

Considering my distance from them, his voice was clear and broad but also sincere.

"Becca I'm sorry..." She looked up at him and choked on her words,

"I-I'm such a-an ass Mi-Mikey! I just have a 2 month old to take care of!!"

The words hit me like a big yellow school bus. I felt like my jaw unhinged and made hard contact with the gleaming white floor. She must have realized how loud she said it because she quickly scanned the space around her, probably seeing if anyone heard her.

Her eyes met mine and my first instinct was to look away before she realized me but I was frozen with shock. She saw my face, wide eyes and open mouth and automatically knew that I had heard her. I knew she would try and talk to me so I ran.

I ran through the hallway, books in hand and into the bathroom, locking the stall once I was inside. I put my feet on the toilet seat and crouched so no one could see me over the top or underneath.

I heard the door to the bathroom swing open and a panting person who I assumed was Becca, stormed in yelling.

"Catt! Catt, I know you're in here! Please, I know you heard the conversation, just let me explain!"

I held my breath, afraid of her seeing me and causing more emotions to flare.

After a few more attempts to lure me out of the stall with no success, she gave up.

"I know you're upset, just please come talk to me when you can..." with that she walked out and it wasn't until the door swung closed and shut quietly behind her that I came out of my hiding place. I couldn't go through the rest of the day avoiding Becca. She may not have realized it but I have almost every class of the day with her. I had to skip out on the rest of the day. As soon as the bell ran for 3rd period, I poked my head out of the door and scoped the hallway for people but there were none so I stalked through the empty halls and out into the car park and to my car.

**skip to home**

I let out a sigh of relief when I turned down the familiar street to my home, the brakes in my car screeching like a cry for help. My driveway and home were an even bigger cry for help. The crumbling gravel made a horrible crunching sound under the old tires and the front view of my home was a sight for sore eyes. Vibrant green vines etched over the window that protruded from the faded red wall. It was something I never wanted to share. As much as it embarrassed me, I never had people over so I had grown to love it as it was my sanctuary. It was the only place I could truly be myself.

I lived with my aunt. My dad's sister. My mother was around for about 2 years of my life and then fell off the face of the Earth as far as I knew. I had no cognitive memory of her and I was too young to want to know about her. By the time I found intrest in my mother, my father died.
My aunt claims to know nothing about her but really She just hates her for hurting my dad the way She did. I don't blame her but She was never around. She kept her mind occupied with work. She's an accountant.
I retreated inside my home and picked up my guitar, playing a simple melody that I wrote and all the feelings I had today melted away.

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Hey sorry I couldn't get Emily into this chapter, it was getting really long. I promise, next chapter in my POV will add her. Love you guys!
~Kitty