Better Hold Tight

Clear Choice

Catarina's POV

I've been waiting outside for Sonny for a couple minutes now. There was a rumor that he hadn't come back to school after he skipped. Finally! A bad boy act. I mean, of course I didn't approve, but he was finally living up to his name.

What am I going to do until Sonny gets here? I don't remember where his house is. It seemed pretty far from here. Well not that far, but too far to walk. I have tiny feet; they blister easily.

I sigh and pull out my phone. It's on 74%. Grrr, this is going to suck.

Unexpectedly, a dark gloomy figure stood over me, casting my whole world into darkness. This is the end, I thought, the end of my unicorn existence. I think I lived a pretty good life, don't you think? I wasn't even going to put up a fight.

Who am I kidding? I was going to fight for my life. "Please don't kill me! I'm just a simple unicorn hoping to transform all the rhinos out there back to unicorns! Please let me finish my mission. Then you can come back and take my life!"

I put my hands over my head to shield myself. I hoped that that was convincing enough to let me keep my life. Worse comes to worst, I'll have to fight. There are still people around. If I scream loud enough, a teacher should be able to hear me.

But then the assassin starts laughing. Were they laughing because they found me amusing enough to let me live? Or were they laughing because they thought that I thought that they were stupid enough to actually let me live, after they were given direct orders from their boss to kill me. Either one would have been really bad.

He sat down next to me and I notice that it's not an assassin; it's Brock. I mean, Brock could always be an assassin. I have no idea! I just hope he isn't because he's really cute and he's fairly nice to me and doesn't call me stupid or idiotic like a lot of people, do.

"What's up, Cat?"

"The sky, my nonna's blood pressure, that bird over there, that-" his laughter cuts me off. I didn't know I was so funny! No one ever laughs at me without there being some sort of catch...

"You cool to chill this weekend?" I don't like how he said "cool to chill". Don't they mean the same thing or something? I ask that question because I don't know what he meant by chill. There were so many definitions. I can assume that he meant the young unicorn version meaning to hang out.

Who came up with these terms? Hang out? What do you mean? Are we going to climb trees and hang from them while making meaningful conversation? I only said that because Gabby says that a lot. I think all conversation is meaningful. And even if it weren't, how would someone decide if it was meaningful or not. These are the questions we need to be asking, America!

"Sorry, I have to finish up my project with Jason. It's this week and next. And then I'm free," I say happily. Brock nods and smiles at me.

"So, what are you waiting on? Can't you just hop on that cute little scooter of yours and, I don't know, scoot home?" he chuckles. Yes, people do actually chuckle in real life. Of course, only hot guys do that because they feel like it'd make them un-hot if they laughed like a normal person. It's just 3 quick sounds. If it's 4, it's a laugh. 2 for an awkward situation.

"Since we have to spend the night at each others houses, we decided that we should ride to school together. And I get to ride on a really cool motorcycle. But he cut class earlier, which is a big no-no, and he hasn't gotten back yet. I don't know where he lives, so I can't hitch a ride or anything. I'm fine just waiting here, though."

"Do you need me to wait with you?" he asks. He raises his eyebrow in that way that I can't and I almost squeal in frustration because gosh darn it; I want to know how to do that! Tell me your secret, Brock Kelly!