His Temporary Girlfriend

Chapter 2

What's up?

I know that my story is boring, but I have to write this to get to the good parts. Hope you like this. 

I just wrote this new chapter this morning. I would've wrote it yesterday, but I had school 'till 4pm and afterwards I went to this Kpop concert. 

If you're wondering if I'm a Kpop lover, then yes, I am :)))) Hahahaha. I

~ilovealiensandrobots

Chapter 2

I sat there, wide eyed.

My heart was pounding really fast and I was trying hard not to hyperventilate.

How the hell did he get my number?

At the moment, I was freaking out. Never, in the years we’ve known and hated each other, has he EVER called me. EVER.

“Uh… Hello... Katelyn… You in there?...” he said huskily, sounding confused.

“Y-y-yeah,” I stuttered weakly.

“So… What’s up?” he said, probably making conversation.

“How do you know my number?” I demanded, completely ignoring his question.

“What can I say? I have my ways, Kitty Cat,” he said confidently.

There is that annoying name again. Kitty Cat. I mean, what the heck is a kitty cat? Are you a kitty or a cat?

“Would you, please, stop calling me that? It’s really annoying.” I said irritably.

“Kitty Cat, Kitty Cat, Kitty Cat,” he said hurriedly, like it was some sort of tongue twister.

I sighed heavily, defeated.

I heard his hearty laugh at the end of the line, enjoying the fact that he could annoy me.

“Ugh. You know what? I’m hanging up,” I said, annoyed.

I was just about to hang up when I heard his voice again.

“Wait!” he yelled.

I closed my eyes, exhaling deeply. “What?” I said harshly.

“Um…” He paused for a while, as if thinking of something.

“Yes?”

“Never mind. See yah tomorrow, Kitty Cat,” he said playfully.

Hanging up, I was thinking of what he had to say.

Whatever. Boys are so hard to understand.

I checked the clock by my nightstand; it was already 10:56.

I stood up and went over to my closet to get my pj’s and headed towards the bathroom.

After showering, I fixed my bag and placed it at the foot of my bed.

I went under the covers and flickered the light illuminating from my nightstand off.

As I was drifting off to sleep, a certain playboy never left my mind.

I was running frantically to my first class.

I accidentally slept in and my mom didn’t even bother to wake me up, but later on, I found out that she had to leave early for her flight.

I had never been late in my entire life, and I don’t think you’d want to be too, especially if your first period teacher is Ms. Torno a.k.a. The Tornado. If you enter her class late, even just for a minute, she’ll immediately send you to detention. Even with a valid excuse.