Boys Who Steal Cats

2 - Confessions of a Would Be Cat Lady

I pulled into my driveway, checking my surroundings. Ever since Austen had threatened me I was constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure there were no surprise attacks. His sleek black BMW was in his driveway so I knew he was home, unfortunately his mother's white Range Rover was no where to be found meaning she was not home to protect me from her demon spawn. We lived in one of the nicer neighborhoods in our town. My family was more humble with their money where the Blacks liked to flash around their money.

I unlocked the door to my house, and called out to my cat, Luna. No answer. I set my bag down on the kitchen table and went to the cabinet, pulling out a can of cat food.

"Does kitty want fancy feast?" Usually saying the F word had my fat cat running into the kitchen meowing like crazy but there was still no sign of my cat. I began to search the entire house, under every bed, in every cabinet but there was no sign of my super needy, obese cat. What if she had gotten out? She was a spoiled, demanding little fluff ball who needed to be picked up and set on the bed at night because she was too fat (and too lazy) to just jump up. Now it was time to panic.

I hurried to open the front door and ran over towards the Blacks' house, ringing the door bell since she sometimes would go through their doggy door and eat their dogs food. I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for someone to answer the door. When no one came to the door, I eyed the BMW in the drive way. That douche was definitely home. I rolled my eyes, reaching down towards the stone in front of their house and grabbing the spare key. I unlocked the door and let myself into the familiar house, hunting down Austen. I couldn't hear their dog barking and he didn't run to greet me so he was either in the backyard or with Austen's mom.

"Mroooow. Meow." Came the oh so familiar sound of my cat from up the staircase, obviously in Austen's room. He stole my fucking cat. I stomped up winding wooden staircase as loudly as I could to announce my presence, keeping my eyes peeled open for Luna.

I heard a noise coming from Austen's bedroom and I stopped at the door, reaching for the handle.

"Oh Austen!"

My face twisted in disgust as I heard a girl moaning in the room. Ugh why did he have to be so gross? I smirked, knocking on the door and putting on my best fake mother voice. "Austen? Honey? Are you okay in there? Are you sick?"

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. They stopped moving around in his room and I could hear her whispering "I thought your mother wasn't home?"

"She's not." He said in a normal tone, not a hint of panic in his voice, the door suddenly opened to reveal satan, a very almost naked Satan. At least he had the decency to wrap a towel around his waist. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"Where is my cat?" I narrowed my eyes at him, my eyes flickering over towards the off brand Barbie doll who was glaring at me. By off brand Barbie doll, I mean she had a Barbie necklace on her neck and her blonde hair was bleached to the point where her ends were fried. Her makeup was on the heavy side and horribly blended. Oh lovely, Cindy Watkins.

"Why is Ryland here?" Cindy looked at Austen expectantly. Cindy wasn't a bitch(usually) but she was one of Rebecca's clones who was really annoying. She liked to whine in this weird high pitched voice that annoyed everyone.

"Mind your own business." He shot at her, rolling is eyes before turning back to me. "Your cats not here."

"Don't you lie, I heard her!" I hissed and slightly disgusted that he was talking so rudely to Cindy despite who she was.

"You'll get your cat back when I've decided you've earned her back." He smirked.

"She doesn't even like you!" I twisted my face in a fake whining one (slightly mocking cindy oops)

"That is bullshit." Okay so my cat was actually in love with Austen. She made it a point to always be near him whenever his family was at my house. He always over fed her and rubbed her tummy whenever she demanded so she obsessed over him and paid no attention to anything else whenever he was around.

"Just give me my cat back! How did you even get her?" I furrowed my brows in frustration.

"Same way you came in here. I just picked her up and walked out. She wasn't complaining. Now shoo." He slammed the door in my face. Asshole. Austen's house was just as big as mine, so it was probably going to take me a good thirty minutes to search the house, but i was pretty sure she was in the bedroom. I heard a small meow from inside the room, confirming my suspicion. My poor kitty was probably going to be scarred for life.

I made up my mind to come back for her when his mom got home, because she would definitely make sure I actually got my cat back. I made my way back into my house, making my way upstairs and changing into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for bed. I quickly grabbed my phone and called Ryan.

"Hey girl." He said casually, picking up on the first ring.

I let out a huge dramatic sigh. "Austen stole my cat."

"Does he not have anything else to do? Did you get her back?"

"No, i arrived and he was screwing around with Cindy."

"Ew Chlamydia Cindy? Cindy who offered to take my woman virginity just because Cindy?" I cringed as I remembered when Cindy offered to have sex with Ryan to 'help make sure he was gay.' Ryan was definitely hot, I couldn't count how many times I had heard girls talk about how much it sucked that he played for the other team.

"Yes. That Cindy."

"Hope he wrapped it."

"I hope he didn't."