Love and hightops

Chapter 5

Andy's POV

When Art class was over, I decided to go to my locker. As soon as I reached my locker, I put in the combination and opened it and threw my books in it. I made sure to grab my phone and earbuds before going to detention.

When I closed my locker and turned around. I was startled by a girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was pretty. I'm guessing she was a cheerleader because she was still in her uniform. It was blue with purple stripes and she was holding pom poms. I was surprised.

I quickly recover though and get my icy cold glare back. I look at her and she looks back. "Ah! Forgive me, I still haven't introduced myself. I'm Caitlyn, the head cheerleader of Langston high." she smiles.

I look at her for a long minute before responding. "Hi… I'm Andy. It's nice to meet you." I look at her and just stare, not blinking.

"So… uh, I'm throwing a party and I want you to come." she smiles and I stare at her with a poker face. "And what's gonna happen to me if I don't?" I say while shifting my weight onto one leg and crossing my arms, lifting one eyebrow.

She looks at me and smirks. "Well… if you don't your gonna miss one hell of a party." she continues "It's a pool party. I'll have my right hand man text you the address." And with that she turns and prances away.

I stare at her back for a minute before I turn around and walk to detention. Phone in hand.

Caitlyn's POV

As soon as I saw Andy at her locker, I decided to go stand behind it and wait for it to close so she'll see me. She was really surprised to.

I already knew who she was, before she even said her name. It really hurt when she didn't know who I was, but I can't blame her.

She may not remember, but me and her go way back. I guess you could even call us childhood friends. But I don't want her to know that I know that she knows… wait let me rephrase, I don't want her to know that I know her from our childhood. Simple…I think.

I want her to figure it out though. So I invited her to my party tomorrow night. Maybe she'll remember then and maybe who knows maybe she can learn to trust me again.

You see I did something bad when we were in middle school, which ruined our friendship. And she moved after that so how ironic that we are at the same school again. I believe it's fate.