Boys Who Steal Cats

1 - Confessions of Queen Idiot

Yes. I am writing another book. Its an issue- it really is. I just want to write all of the books. ALL OF THEM. I will get bored with the current one I'm reading and decide to start a new one. Oh well. Enjoy :)

I am a complete idiot.

Okay so not really, but actually yeah I am. Or at least that's how I felt at the moment.

My morning started off how it normally did, I couldn't seem to ever leave my apartment building without having to turn back around to grab something I had forgotten. Today it was my entire backpack, thanks to having the memory of a goldfish. I climbed back into my mustang, throwing the black and white striped bag into the passenger seat and starting my drive for the second time that morning. I was probably going to be late, again. I sighed before smirking. I was already running late so why not stop for coffee?

I drove through the Starbucks drive through, quickly ordering a triple shot vanilla latte with the cash my mom had left me before leaving on her trip. My mom had just gotten married the last Saturday and left for her honey moon to Bali the night before, leaving me behind to wallow in self pity and fend for myself. The barista handed me my latte through the window, and I thanked her before driving off.

When I arrived at school I ended up parking in one of the farthest spots away from the door due to being about 15 minutes late. Oops. I quickly walked in, my bag thrown over my should and my coffee cup in hand. I was glad I hadn't tried to look nice that day, speed walking to class in a dangerous walking speed. My ripped boyfriend jeans, tennis shoes and blue tank top were perfect for rushing to class. I scampered down the hallway, feeling my pony tail beginning to come loose.

I quickly turn a corner, crashing into something- someone causing my extremely hot coffee to spill all over the both of us. Great.

My eyes widened in surprise. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry!"

"Dude what the fuck? Watch where you're going!" He growled. I looked up to find none other than Austen Black glaring at me. Wow, my morning just couldn't get any better could it? Note the sarcasm. He was tall, 6'4 compared to my 5'7 with chocolate brown hair that was always too long and in need of a hair cut. He had a strong jaw with light stubble and beautiful green eyes. He wore ripped jeans and a black t-shirt and unzipped hoodie today along with his distressed classic converse. He was definitely more greek god than high school student. He was the hottest guy in school, no doubt about that but Austen also just happened to be the meanest guy I had ever met. Sure there were some pretty mean girls at my school (cough Rebecca Monet cough) but Austen even topped them. Last year he had basically told everyone this guy who was obviously gay, but still very much in the closet, that he was gay- forcing him out of the closet. That guy just happened to be my best friend, Ryan. Ryan and I had become friends in junior high, bonding over how similar our names were and he was basically my ride or die. Which meant Austen outing him pissed me off, ending up with me going off on the guy in the cafeteria. I had been on his hit list ever since.

"Of course it's you." He hissed. "It's always you."

Okay so what he means by that is... I'm clumsy. Anytime anything ever happens as a result of me being clumsy and forgetful, it always seems as if Austen is there to witness aka fall victim. The time in gym when I accidentally hit him in the head with a soccer ball is always the first incident that comes to mind. He was sitting in the bleachers with his group of friends, and I kicked the ball and it just happened to hit him in the head- in the opposite direction than I had intentionally kicked the ball. Or when I accidentally backed my car into his in the parking lot.... Or the time when I broke his bedroom window. Yeah that's right, the asshole is also my neighbor. Besides these incidents, we usually avoided each other like the plague unless fate unfortunately brought us together. We were both in soccer, I was on the girls team and he was on the boys team so whenever the coaches decide to mix the teams together I'd see him there.

Austen Black was not only an asshole but a womanizer too. He led girls on for fun only to break their hearts and laugh about it with his friends, humiliating them in front of the whole school. You would think that girls would just stop dating him but no, they all thought that they would be the one to change him but players don't change.

But anyways.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm running late obviously." I rolled my eyes while explaining myself. Something I knew all too well pissed him off.

He scowled at me. "It seems I'm the one who always has to pay for you being a dumbass, Cartier."

I narrowed my eyes at him, I was way too decaffeinated for this. "It was an accident Austen."

"You're not going to get away with this, this time. I've let you get away with messing with me for too long." He threatened. "But not even my mom can save you this time."

Oh yeah, another important fact. Our moms are best friends, the reason Austen never tried to get revenge on me. But now I was dead. "I need to go to class."

With that I sped past him and towards my class that I was now thirty minutes late for.

*******

"Okay so you failed the exam. Just study?" Ryan suggested as I groaned, my head resting on our lunch table. I failed my calculus exam, the one I had ACTUALLY studied for. This obviously proved that if I just don't study then I'll do better.

"I did study!" I whined.

Ryan patted my back. "There, there. Don't you worry. The Prada gods will bless thee with better grades hopefully one day. Not today but one day."

I rolled my eyes. He was wearing a brand new pair of Prada loafers that he had been so excited about and kept using the P word. "Shut up about Prada."

"What? Prada is great. Even the devil wears Prada." His eyes pointed at Austen a table away. Austen's favorite belt was Prada, we had discovered one day when Ryan decided that he liked it and needed to find out where it was from.

"Speaking of the devil, I spilled coffee on him...." I pointed at the coffee stain on my tank top. I really needed to start bringing a change of clothes to school. Austen had changed since that morning into a red tshirt.

"At least someone is making him pay for his crimes."

"He's going to make me pay for my crimes. He told me this morning he was going to get revenge. I'm basically going to die so make sure my funeral is fabulous and my eyeliner is winged." I rested my chin onto my folded arms.

"Done and done." He smiled. Ryan had blonde hair, that he spent what felt like hours combing. He had a feminine but masculine face, that made him look pretty but in a guy way... If that made sense.

I stood up from the table tossing my trash in the bin, Ryan following me as we made our way over to the soda machine. But of course the evil queen (no not me sorry to disappoint) Rebecca Monet was standing there gossiping with her hench-bitches.

"Oh Ryland, you spilt your last hope of ever having a boyfriend on your shirt." Rebecca laughed as I approached. Her Tory Burch sandals tapping the floor. Rebecca was just a straight up bitch. She was on the soccer team with me and had hated me ever since she dated my brother two years ago. My brother was a senior when we were sophomores and Rebecca, who was definitely gorgeous, dated him for a year. I had never liked her but had never cared for her existence up until they started dating and I spent their entire relationship complaining about her to my brother. When they broke up she blamed me. But hey, you can't be rude to the guy you're dating's sister. He will always choose his sister over you!

I ignored her, the best thing to do when dealing with the wicked witch of the west. Not only did it piss her off, it also got her to go away. Except not today I guess?

"Are you ignoring me?" She laughed in my face, one of my biggest pet peeves. Stay strong, Ry. "I was going to invite you both to my party but I guess not."

"Yeah right." Ryan spoke, rolling his eyes at human Ursula. "Go breath fire somewhere else."

"No I'm serious. I'm having a party Friday and everyone is invited." She pursed her lips. "Seriously, everyone."

"I'll pass." I responded finally, putting my dollar in the soda machine.

"Same." Ryan chirped.

"Well if you change your mind." She flipped her red hair, walking off. Ryan and I shared a look before I grabbed my soda and we continued off to our next class.