A Perfect Pair

First Words

KC's POV 

     My heart was racing in my chest as he held me. I didn't know what to say, or how to react to the situation unfolding before me. Upon the first time I actually was going to communicate with my crush, I nearly fell, like a dumbass, and he caught me like an elegant prince. I couldn't believe what was happening. It was like a classic fairytale moment. Like the original Beauty and the Beast during the ballroom dance, only the beast was caught by the beautiful one. He chuckled softly, carefully helping me back up onto my feet. My cheeks were redder than fire, and I was still quite speechless at that point. 

    "I-I...thanks," I managed to say very softly after a moment, my hand gently rubbing the back of my neck with pure shyness. 

    "Don't worry about it," he said, still holding my left hand in his own. He gently rubbed the back of it with his thumb, just small circles to soothe my skin. 

    "I-I'm Katie, but everyone calls me K-KC," I explained, biting down on my lip as our eyes met once again. Shivers were nearly sent down my spine by his delicate touch. It drove me wild. 

    "Well why's that?" 

    "Too many Katie's around here  it's stressful". 

     Then, my heart literally stopped as he let out the most adorable noise I had ever heard. A short little chuckle, a grin instantly appearing on his face as his eyes got slightly bigger from his joy. He rubbed slightly bigger circles on my hand, which I assumed was because he could tell I was nervous. How the hell did I managed to make him laugh? I can barely make myself laugh on a good day, let alone the girls, and yet here was this kind, gentle, strong lad who could find any joke of my priceless. What the fuck was going on? 

     "Since when is the freshman slut shy?" I heard a voice call out, causing me to cringe and hang my head down a bit. 

    That would be the voice of who, on the girls team, we refer to as Cunt-Cake. She was the queen of hell, the reason behind how our team placed in states everywhere but first in the last three years, the sluttiest bitch to roam her corner. She stood at about 5'5", her hair a colorful blonde-brunette variety that was purely straight. She wore a skimpy Dunkin Donuts shirt, both her work uniform and a top to expose her annoyingly perky breasts. Her ass was huge, like a freight train that derailed and drove next to a normal car on the highway. Guys and girls all fell for her tricks, and then after they got a quick bone or two, she'd lose her mind and show off just how fucking crazy she truly was. Amy F was truly the devil's mistress.

     "Oh I'm sorry, cat got your tongue?" She questioned with her annoying ass laugh, causing me to feel like my ears were bleeding. Her very existence pissed me off. Anxiety certainly wasn't helping me attempt to win this one. Middle school had ruined any confidence I had, seeing as both my weight and my bubbly personality caused me to be extremely susceptible to bullying. Every day I was tormented by a handful of different groups of people in my grade. One day people would be saying that I was a conservative hooker, and the next that I was eating small Asian children to gain my intelligence. It got to the point of where I became depressed, but I had no one to turn to and no one who would listen to me. It caused me to become like this, nervous and shaking as I looked down, Cal slightly squeezing my hand to try and help me relax. I opened my mouth, but no words would come out of me. Luckily, they didn't have to.