Opposites Attract

Chapter 5

*Adam's POV*

I really have to go. My mom wanted me home and I had to get clothes. I took a bus so I didn't have to run. I pulled out my keys and unlocked the door. As soon as I closed the door I was attacked by a hug.

"Oh Adam! I was so worried about you!"

"Mom.Can't.Breathe."

"Sorry sweetie! Now tell me where you were and which friends house you were at mister!"

"Um I was at my friend Kat's place."

She raised her eyebrows at me. I shouldn't have done that. She hates girls like Kat. She says they are trouble and you know me. I hate trouble but there is just something different about Kat and its making me stay with her. Its weird...

"For heavens sake Adam! Your 16 years old! You shouldn't be at a girls house! Your not young to be doing that stuff!"

"Ew mom! I can control my hormones and besides we didn't do anything! I can't believe you think you would do that! Plus i'm going to be 17 soon, I can do whatever I want"

"Sorry sweetie. I just thought wrong of you. I know you wouldn't do that. Now who is this Kat and why were you there last night?

Im a good and bad liar

" Um Kat is a friend I met at school. I was at her apartment because she needed help studying. We studied so much we didn't noticed that it was late untill you texted me. Me being scared to go out at night I stayed there. We didn't do anything I swear now I have to get dress or I will miss school."

I was so close to making it to the stairs but then she stopped me.

"Adam what does Kat look like? I want to know everything about her. Now."

"But i'll be late to school."

"I'll give you a note. Now come,sit and do what I asked you to do."

I sighed and walked over to the couch. She always does this why ever I mention a girl.

"Well?"

Ummmm. Oh god why can't I think!!!!

"She is just like me. She wears glasses, she follows the rules, and never gets in trouble. She has brown hair and blue eyes."

I am going to die. I just described Kat in a complete opposite way! She is going o kill me. When I panick, stuff just comes out my mouth. Plus I knew she wouldn't take it well if I described Kat, the real Kat.

"Oh, well. I like her. I approve. I do what to meet her. And her parents."

"Bad idea. Her parents are in.... Africa."

"Oh well that's to bad. Call Kat. I want to meet her today."

I was about to say something but she walked to the kitchen. I marched up the stairs to my room. I slammed my door shut and mumbled a sorry. I slid down the door while groaning. I'm a dead man.

*At school*

I was at my locker putting some books away and then my locker is slam shut. I jumped and so did some other kids. Its just Kat. I though she wasn't coming to school? Anyways, I have to tell her what happened with my mom.

"Hey there. You seem a little jumpy today."

"Hehe yeah." I just stood there laughing but you could sense the nervousness in my voice.

"Hey you alright?"

I shook my head. I grabbed her hand and walked out the back of the school so no one can see us.

"Is everything ok? What's going on?"

"Kat please don't hate me or hit me or anything that can harm me but I told my mom that I was at your place last night....."

"Ok so? What is the problem?"

"Sheaskedaboutyouandilied"

"Can you say your words slowly?"

"She asked about you and what you look like and I may have sorta lied about you. I said that your just like me. And that you wear glasses and have light brown hair and have blue eyes. She also wants to meet you today. My mom doesn't like girls like you so that's why I lied so my mom."

She didn't say anything. She just blinked and walked away.Her hands turned into fist and she walked away. I followed her and she walked up to a girl and slapped her across the face. Damn.

"Kat i'm so sorry. I panicked and I didn't know what to say. I will say that you got sick and can't come. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. And you didn't have to slap a random girl."

"No don't lie again. Tell her that I will be there today. And the wall would hurt my hand. Plus that girl is fake anyway."

"But you-"

"Shut up and do it."

I feel really bad. I hope Kat has an idea.