I keep having those weird dreams where you are running away from nothing. Huh, maybe I just need some help. At that moment Vince pulls into view in his glossy black Mercedes. I wave and run down stairs shoes in one hand, school bag in the other. When I jump into the passenger side of his car he turns of his music and stares at me. "Stare much?" I say. At that moment we both bust out laughing. He said "Damn Cat what did you do to my best friend?" "She just got her hair cut, like two centimeters dude." Of course he would notice, the dude was checking me out for like two minutes straight. "Why do people always think we are a couple when we have been best friends since kindergarden?" I asked. "Because your smoking hot and I'm popular." He said. Of course, we are both captins of the two favorite teams in the school but seriously. But all I could manage was "Oh."
