Caterina McGee (Ana Montana) is just a 16 year old average teenager. She wants to make a little money, so she signs up on this babysitting website and awaits to get hired. She is a moral girl, a nerd, but kind of popular, and has her secrets. Having...
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- Caterina -
Waiting outside of the school, I was waiting on Chanel to come out so we could go home already. For some odd reason she hadn't been talking to me in our classes we had together. I hadn't really thought deep into it because, I thought that maybe she was trying to focus on her school work.
But she was always the talkative one and always had some gossip to tell me almost everyday. Swaying back and forth Jeremy had walked us to me, "Hey, what you waiting for? Shouldn't you have left already?" He questioned me,
"Honestly, yes. I'm waiting on my friend, Chanel..." I sighed, as I pushed my hair back,
"Chanel? She had already left. She left her last class and left out the back of the school yo her car. I was talking to her when we left out of class." I frowned but corrected my face because now I knew something was up with her, "you good?"
"Yep. Now I have to walk home. My mom can't pick me up and neither can my dad. Thanks for the chat, I'll see you tomorrow." He grabbed my arm softly,
"I'm not about to let a beautiful girl like you walk home. I can take you? If that's coo' with you?" Scratching my arm, I sighed and nodded. I knew Jeremy liked me, and he was really cute. But him and Beck were such rivals - that would be so wrong of me. But if you think about it me and Beck aren't even dating. I don't know if he's even feeling me anymore or if I'm even feeling him. It's just been a whole bunch of mix ups lately.
"Caterina?" I snapped out of my thoughts,
"Yeah, you can take me home. Do you live by 31st street?" I asked,
"No, but I have some friends that live by there. C'mon," I gave him a generous smile as we walked off to his car. His smile made any girl melt but I wasn't about to let him get to me.
"So? I heard your Italian? How's that?" He questioned,
"Well? My dad is actually Italian and my mom is black. She had some other ethnic persuasions to her background but that's a long list." He nodded,
"That's interesting, I actually have Indian in my family." He opened up his door for me and I took my backpack off as I slid in,
"Thanks, and that's cool. I can tell by you good hair now," I laughed along with him. He gave me that broad smile and closed my door. I smirked lightly and pushed my hair back. Maybe, he is pretty interesting...
