Look What The Cat Dragged In

Chapter 20

When I woke up this morning, there was no cold water and there was no shaving cream. When I took a shower this morning, there was no goop and no feathers.

I think Matt had learned not to mess with me. Not! He's probably just going to wait until I forgot about it and get me back.

After Matt had come inside yesterday, he had gone straight into his room. It was a funny sight. A 23 year old man sulking over his painted car.

He had washed it, because when he had come inside it was almost 6:30. Now it looked brand spanking new.

I didn't hear anything else from Matt last night, and still nothing this morning, but it's not like I'm complaining or anything.

I was complaining about one thing. Today is Monday. And Monday means school. School means seeing Austin and Rebecca.

Well, wait.

Last week Austin didn't say a word to me about anything. I didn't hear a peep out of him, so why am I so worried about it now?

I mean, besides the fact I've seen Austin and Rebecca lip smacking twice, and that I would probably slip up and let him know I saw them, I don't know why I was so worried.

The drive to school was quiet, no passengers, the girls had gone without me as usual. The usually ten minute drive took an extra five, as I took the back streets and long ways getting to school. I was in no hurry.

As I pulled into the student parking, a red Jeep pulled in after me, opposite my parking bay. My heart thumped against my chest a hundred miles an hour, thinking I would already have to deal with Austin.

Luckily, the kid that got out of the car was not Austin and was another kid in our year....someone I can't remember the name of exactly.

I released the breath I hadn't realised I was holding slowly, taking my time to get out of the car and go into school. The longer I took here, the less I would have to talk to Austin.

He was probably going to ask me on another date, something I despised thinking about. And my previous thought of kissing him, was revolting, knowing he was still kissing Rebecca.

My first period however, was English, with Austin and Rebecca. No luck getting out there unfortunately.

And just like last week they were sat on opposite side of the classrooms. But today, I glanced at Rebecca my fair share of times, and noticed she was either glaring at me, or at Austin. She was really trying to play this role.

The first half of the period flew by without a drama, Austin stayed in his seat, and Rebecca glared daggers at the both of us. It wasn't until the first half hour passed that things starting getting jumpy.

The clock had just hit 9:30, and I chucked another glance at Rebecca. Instead of glaring at Austin, unlike before, she was smiling at him, and slightly nodding.

I frowned at her movement, and suddenly heard the familiar scrap of a chair against the floor. And then the familiar sound of footsteps. Footsteps that were making their way towards my direction, until they suddenly stopped in front of my desk.

Whoever was stood in front of me, had a decent style of shoes. They were wearing black and red Nikes.

Austin Sparrow.

He gave me a cheeky grin, one that I was all too familiar with. "Hey Brooklyn, can I as-" he began to say, but I was saved by a loud knock at the door.

In walked Hannah, who gave me a sorry look after noticing Austin standing in front of me. But after she handed my teacher a yellow piece of paper, her expression changed to a big goofy grin.

"Brooklyn Anderson." The teacher called out, it wasn't bad that I couldn't remember her name, she was only a sub for the day after all. "To see Mr Kennedy in the Performing Arts Centre."

Hallelujah I was saved! Saved by the knock on the door. I gladly stood up from my desk and packed my things into my bag. I gave Austin a forced smile, and I swear he scowled back at me.

I practically skipped out of the classroom, where I found not only Hannah, but also Rose.

"Hey Girl," Hannah greeted me, with a small smile.

I smiled back at her. "What's the big occasion?" I asked.

"Mr Kennedy wanted some volunteers to help set up for the dance this Friday, and Hannah thought to get you." Rose explained bluntly.

Oh yeah. The school dance, held for the Year 12 students, a seperate one to graduation. Mr Kennedy, our Deputy Principal, is the person who always sets it up. I've heard from previous years that Mr Kennedy knows how to transform the Performing Arts Centre.

Supposedly he goes all out with decorations and one year I was told there was a massive ice sculpture carved into the shape of Mr Kennedy, to show everyone how almighty he was.

I didn't mind helping set up though, it wasn't until this Friday, so I guessed that means we wouldn't be doing the bulk of it today, four days before the dance. Maybe just the cleaning and the organising today.

Hannah grabbed my hand and dragged me away from my thoughts towards the PAC. It wasn't even a one minute walk, considering it was just around the corner from my English room.

Inside the PAC, table and chairs were stacked randomly throughout the floor, and several other students were running about helping getting things fixed.

The Performing Arts Centre was quite a large area, obviously enough to hold a dance in there. Albeit the dance is only for one hundred or so students.

Hannah dragged me all the way to Mr Kennedy who was leaning against a wall with a clipboard in his head. Typical showbiz.

"She's here!" Hannah announced as Rose walked off to help, I assume.

"Ah finally." Mr Kennedy spoke. "Now let's get you started, shall we?"

*Read This Author Note*

Ugh this chapter was a bit sideways if I do say so myself. A bit of woohoo weirdness.

I've been re-reading some of my chapters, just because I have the time I want to see what it's look for you, and I'm realising I'm not really liking the way it's written. Any of you can agree with me on this one.

So I figured, once I've finished this book - in 11 more chapters guys!! - I'm going to remove all the chapters from Wattpad and edit them thoroughly. Not just spell check and the normal editing. No. I'm going to go over the entire thing and reword, rephrase a lot of the chapters, to get more emotion out of what Brooklyn is saving.

Good idea? Or not?

Later dudes.

-tittleworks