Greg Feder love story (sequel): And so, I fell in love

Sparkles, sequins, summer and savages

A/N dedicated to emrclvr_don for giving me most of my feedback, comments and votes. Unfortunately you're my best friend so you shouldn't really count, but thanks anyway!

Katie's POV

"Yes."

"So you tackled her to the ground?"

"Yep."

"And you threw the first punch?"

"Nope."

"Katie, you need to tell me everything that happened."

The shrill bell sounded through the room of bustling sophomores, I picked up my bag and flung it over my shoulder.

Mrs Hallie was still trying to lecture me about my "unacceptable behaviour towards other students" but damn, did I not care about anything she was saying.

I watched as a fuming principal chased two seniors through the busy corridor. Senior year was going to be the best. And I couldn't wait.

I ignored Mrs Hallie's screams for my attention and made a quick escape between a group of excited freshman girls.

Usually my locker would stand out, seeing as I had painted it with clear glittery glue, while the rest were just plain dull blue, but now most of them had permanent marker drawn over them (except mine, the senior boys loved me too much).

I clambered over to it, Greg's, which was only two down from mine had a number of large colourful words over its door.

I grabbed a stray purple marker that was sitting at the bottom of my locker and walked over to Gregs, cautiously looking left and right then began my heartfelt speech in one of the few blank spaces.

Greg, I wrote, thought your locker looked a bit boring, glad I could help change that. Love you heaps xoxo K.H

Andre once again, appeared out of no where, looking at me writing.

Andre and I were like best friends, sure I had Claire, sure I had Greg, sure I had Charlie and Donna but this was different.

You could kind of say we were bad news if paired together. At the start of the year we almost set fire to Becky's barbie doll collection. How were we supposed to know the small, fake car actually had electricity in it?

Then there was the time when I was getting ready for my first real date with Greg, I was at Andre and Charlie's curling my hair while Charlotte and Donna were going through nail polishes.

I couldn't unclamp the curling iron so Andre was helping me, we ended up leaving it in too long and burnt a piece of my hair off. Let's just say we now have a reputation of burning things.

I raised my eyebrows at him, and poked him in the eye.

"Ow, what was that for?" He cried, I smiled and shrugged, "Greg's coming."

We shuffled over to my locker and I hurried to hide the marker somewhere. My locker was somewhat like a secret bedroom to me; cleaned regularly, a tiny mirror stuck on the back of the door, underneath that was a collage of pictures and right at the back was a photo of Greg that he hadn't seen yet because I believed it to be creepy.

I felt warm hands circle around my waist and hot, steady breath against the back of my neck. His lips pressed to my cheek and followed down to my collarbone.

"Hey, gorgeous," Greg whispered huskily, sending shivers down my spine.

"Hey, handsome," I greeted, turning in his arms to wrap mine around his neck. I climbed to my tippy toes to kiss him passionately.

"Have you ever heard the phrase third wheel?"

I pulled away and glared at Andre, who put up his hands hands in surrender. I lightly shook my head, grinning. What were we going to do with him?

At that moment Braden rocked up behind Andre, looking tall and intimidating.

"Hey, your dads having a party apparently," I informed Greg, "I thinks it's like an 80's theme or something, matching costumes?"

"Yeah, ok," Greg glanced at the other boys, "I've got my first shift tonight and we were going to do something before that, can I meet you at my place around 15 minutes before the party?"

"K."

All three of them walked off, towards the doors. I awkwardly walked out the front behind them, Greg and I had planned on walking home together but now he was gone and I had already missed the bus.

Fortunately for me, Claire, my best friend, was waiting outside for me. We smirked at each other and giggled.

"Come to a party with me, tonight?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows at her. She nodded and grinned cheekily, flipping her golden hair in a fake, petty way.

"Well, like, of course babe," she piped up, doing it again on the other side, "we need costumes though!"

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We searched through separate racks of big, thick skirts and dressy shirts. I texted Greg what he wanted to go as and we finally decided we were going to be uptight, selfish dancers. I know, we're weird.

I picked out a light pink, long sleeved shirt for him and a pair of dark, black sunglasses. My outfit was going to be the hardest to find, a short dress, glittery and covered in sequins along with decent shoes that matched.

I looked over at Claire who was holding up a coral coloured... Sequinned dress. I practically sprinted to her.

"That is exactly what I need!" I panted, grabbing at the dress, but she jerked it from my hands.

"No way, it's what I need!" She said, "look that lady over there has one exactly the same."

A woman around thirty was holding a copy of the dress, this time I wouldn't mind throwing the first punch. I politely walked up to her and smiled.

"Um, excuse me, but do you mind if I buy that dress?" I batted my eyelashes at her.

"It looks a bit small for you though, doesn't it?" She faked a sweet smile.

"No, no it's my size."

"I don't think so."

"I do."

"Sorry dear, it just looks to tight for you."

"GIVE IT TO ME!" I screeched, taking the dress from her hands and running to the counter rushing to pay for all my stuff.

I waited outside until Claire walked out with wide eyes and a bag clasped in her hand.

"You're such a savage."

A/N
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Xoxo, gossip girl (Kat)