Cat Vinski has my Heart.

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Jasons POV:

She kissed me with a passion no one had ever kissed like before. She was in charge, she was the leader, and for once I didn't mind.

She pulled away, to my disappointment. I looked into her huge hazel eyes, desire filling me. I could only freeze in awe at her beauty.

Suddenly, a look of disappointment shadowed across her face.

"I'll get us drinks. " she said in her stunning accent, leaving me speechless on the dancefloor.

I began to dance a bit whilst I waited, when Chantelle appeared out of no where. The school slut. Dressed in a tight red dress that showed ten times too much skin and with a caked layer of makeup all over her face, she began to push herself onto me.

"Heyyyy Jase, this dress is so uncomfortable, I cant wait to get it off..." She said, trying to be seductive.

I pushed her away gently.

"I have a date thanks. "

She huffed furiously. I didn't get it. Normally dresses like that would turn me on, but now, everywhere I looked, no one could compare to Cats beauty.

Then suddenly, a pair of lips smashed onto mine. I smiled into the kiss. Cat was back.

Then I heard a outraged cry and I opened my eyes to see what was going on. It was Cat, standing in front of me, shock written all over her face. Well if Cat was there, who was I kissing?

Oh shit.

I shoved Chantelle off me in disgust.
When I looked up to apologise, I saw Cat kissing another guy. My heart wrenched painfully, and then rage filled me.

Cat was mine. No one else's. Mine.

I stormed over and wrenched them apart.

"How fucking dare you!" I yelled, my words directed at the boy looking up at me.

"It was her mate, not me." He said cowardly, shrinking under my fierce gaze. I turned to face Cat. A single tear had slid down her cheek and she looked as if she was about to burst into more tears. My resolve softened when I looked at her.

"WHY?" She screamed at me over the thudding music.

With a final look at me, she ran off through the crowds.

I sprinted after, her pushing apart the crowds just to reach her. But when I got out onto the street, the only thing left of her was her car speeding off into the distance.

Fury and anger coursed through me. I punched the nearest wall and then swore in pain as my knuckles split.
Ignoring my bleeding hand, I lit a cigerette up, shaking with anger.

I began to smoke, imagining my anger drifting away with every puff of smoke that came out of my mouth.

I stood there long after my cigarette went out, my mind deep in thought. I somehow needed to explain to her about what happened, because I thought that she was kissing me, not Chantelle, that little slag.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my shoulder, hard. Instinctively I snatched the arm attached to me, spun round and pulled it into a painful arm lock, which would prevent them from getting away. Then I saw the face of my attacker.

Thick black hair, huge brown eyes, and a face that could melt butter.

Liam was back.