Cathy slowly pops her knuckles as she blankly stares at the board. Wow, she's beautiful. I mean, I have absolutely no chance with her, that's obvious, but what's the harm in admiring her? Other than the fact that's it's slightly creepy, but I'm going to ignore that.
Our teacher excuses us to have free time for the last 5 minutes of class. Cathy comes up and stands in front of the table I am sitting at. Her best friend Hailey sits next to me.
She leans over and puts her chin in her hands.
"Hey." She says and gives me a close mouthed smile. I wouldn't go as far as to say we are friends, but we are...something, we're something.
"Hey." I respond with a big smile. She turns back to Hailey, who is now showing her her necklace.
"It reminds me of Sailor Moon." Cathy says sounding exhausted.
"It reminds me of my dad because he used to tell me he loves me to the moon and back." Hailey says and I notice that her necklace has a crescent moon on it.
"Yours is deeper." Cathy responds, looking down. I stop paying attention to their conversation for a while, looking at the clock.
"Actually. Do you know what it reminds me of?" Hailey doesn't answer at first and I start playing with Cathy's hair. She doesn't even turn, people play with her hair a lot, I do too, it's just so fun! She has bouncy blonde curls. People tell her all the time how amazing her hair is, I don't think she believes them though.
I stretch my legs out and hit something. What the-
"Hell." I say out loud. Cathy looks at me with a huge grin.
"What, you mean my hair? I agree, it reminds me of hell too." The left corner of her mouth tilts up higher than the rest of her smile in the most adorable way possible.
"Well you do have Satan tips." I give her a side smile as I brush the red tips of her hair against her cheek.
"I do, don't I? I dyed the ends with Kool Aid at the beginning of the summer! I'm starting to doubt whether it will come. Only been, what, six months? I'm sure it's fine." She says sarcastically.
"Wow." The bell rings and Cathy stands to get her stuff from her desk at the front of the classroom.
Satan tips? Really? What is wrong with me!? I close my eyes as I walk out the door, heading to my next class.
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One Shots
RandomShort things I write when I don't have inspiration for my actual stories. Also includes short things I write with the characters from my stories that don't fit into the story line.
