TWO
His clothing gave midnight a run for its money. All black. He was wearing a black tee shirt, black skinny jeans, and black DC shoes. "Walk." I whispered to Carrie quietly. We went through the massive swarms of people, hunched over, and in stealth mode. We were in the middle of the rush when we finally stood upright, thinking we were out of sight. However, apparently we weren’t. Cam found us and gripped my arm tightly, trapping me there. I had motioned to Carrie attempting to tell her to keep walking, and she did. Cam’s grip was insane. I looked up at him, and got a clear profile of his face. Straight jet-black hair, intense green eyes, and a perfect nose to match. He looked vaguely familiar. Could it be, no, he was the person in my dream! But how could I have dreamt of him if I didn’t know he existed? Cam’s soft voice interrupted my thoughts. "Listen, I know you think I’m coming on really fast, but-"I pulled free of his grasp and didn’t catch the end of his sentence. I didn’t bother trying to call for Carrie; I knew she wasn’t anywhere close. So I headed to the upstairs classes to go to my locker. I jogged up the stairs, afraid I would be late. I chill went up my spine when I reached the top of the staircase. Cam was at my locker. I shuffled up towards him. "Why are you here?" ‘And how could he pass me without me noticing?’I thought. "My locker is here." Great, so we were also locker buddies. "You have a nickname?" Cam asked randomly. "Kat." I answered in a hurry of getting my books. "Rawr." He teased. "Well Kat, I think it would be really nice, if you called me sometime." He popped the lid off a washable marker and wrote down his cell number on my arm. "Gee. Thanks." I responded sarcastically. Now I will be walking around school all day with 707 810 3358 written in purple washable marker on my arm. Delicious.
When I had completed all of my classes, I leaped into midnight, my car, and drove myself home. Carrie was at the mall. So it was only midnight and me. I drove in no rush, all the way to my cute little two-story house. My house was located away from the big city of Redknife, in farmland. I love to be in open spaces. The house is a simple, light shade of beige. Inside was crammed with beautiful furniture. I did most of the interior and exterior designing; it's one of my talents. In the daytime, the house was still and quiet, a good place to be in after a long 6-hour day in high school. My parents were divorced at the time, and my mom wasn’t very fond of me, so I lived with my dad, and my brother. When I dragged myself through the door, my dad greeted me with the aroma of freshly baked garlic bread. He handed a piece to me while saying "Hello, Kat." My dad was an amazing chef. He was rather thin, and had deep brown hair, along with blue eyes. "Hey." I muttered to him, through a mouth full of garlic bread. "Josh isn’t home until around seven, and I’m leaving here after 6:30. So you are home alone tonight." Dad had informed me. "Cool."
I went up the wooden steps to the upstairs hallway, and into my room. In the privacy of my shut door, and cell phone, I decided to call Carrie with the news. After her ten minutes of blabbing about her ‘amazing shopping experience’, I told her about Cam giving me his number. Her reaction went a little bit like this: "Oh my gosh! He gave you his number. You are so kidding. You didn’t even have to ask. Yeah right. Okay little Miss. Liar, I’m coming over right now and we are calling him!" I tried to say no, but she had already hung up, and I was left talking to static.
I sat by the huge window looking out over my driveway. I had been sitting there for almost fifteen minutes before Carrie finally arrived. Her chunky red Toyota Tacoma truck sped past my house, and then came to a squeaking halt down the street. I heard her truck shift gears to reverse, and speed backwards down the road. She stopped right in front of my driveway and violently turned in. Yeah, I don’t know how she got her driver’s license. She stepped out of the truck wearing black capri's, a yellow fitted strapless shirt, topped off with a very bright white jacket. Her feet were exposed to the powerful sunlight. I hope she knows stilettos don’t provide any protection whatsoever. After placing her sunglasses on her eyes, she walked up to the door catwalk style. I opened the door and caught her in the middle of knocking. She stepped in and shut the door behind her. She flipped up her sunglasses and silently looked all over my left arm, kind of like how an airport security guard checks you. Then she looked at my right arm, and screamed when she saw the phone number written in purple marker. "Hey to you too there Carrie." She grabbed my arm, again, and dragged me upstairs. She got me my cell phone and giggled as I punched in Cam’s number. 707 810 3358. I put my phone on speaker, so Carrie could listen in. After three rings, Cam picked up. "Calling to ask me out, Kat?" "Whatever happened to normal greetings, such as hello, hey, or you know, hi?" "I don’t know, what happened to our date?" "What date?" "Don’t you remember? I was going to pick you up at eight. 58 Bell street right? Bye." He hung up the phone. Carrie flipped towards me. "Well, that was sudden." She commented. "He’s coming on a bit too strong isn’t he?" I asked sounding nervous. "Just a bit." Carrie broke the news. "But you should still go out with him!" Carrie said enthusiastically.
