Cat & Her First Love (Novella Of The "And Her" Series) (COMPLETED) (UNEDITED)

Chapter Two- Craig

It's Monday and I'm running late for school.
"Fuck, Mr Carline is gonna kick my arse" I mutter to myself as I rush to reception to get my late Mark.

Mr Carline is my PE/Football coach, the fucker hates people who are late, not that am always late no—I'm late cos I couldn't sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about Catherine, I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since she left me on the dance floor at her sisters wedding.

I get to reception to get my late mark and I hear someone singing in the corridor, it's a female voice. I frown as I walk slowly towards the corridor and the beautiful voice I can hear singing.

Chris Brown-With You.

My heart beats double time as my pace quickens towards the corridor and lo and behold, there she is—Catherine, My Kitty Cat.

What the fuck? My Kitty Cat?? Get a grip Craig.

She's singing the song we danced to at the wedding, she hasn't noticed me yet as she's looking at her phone carrying something under her arm. She looks up startled as she realises she's not alone in the corridor, her face morphs into a beautiful smile as she realises it's me.

fuck me, that smile...

"Craig? What are you doing here?" She asks confused.

I grin as I approach her. "I could ask you the same thing" I tease. "Do you go here?" I ask her.

Why the fuck have I not seen her here before?!?

She nods. "I do, do you?" She asks looking confused as I feel.

I nod. "How have I never seen..." we both say in unison, we laugh as we realise we were about to ask the same question.

"I didn't think I'd see you again" Catherine whispers shyly.

"Me neither" I laugh as we look at each other my eyes catch the school clock on the wall.

fuck, I am late, I am very fucking late.

"Sorry, Kitty Cat. I've gotta go the reception to get my late mark before Mr Carline kicks my arse" I grimace.

"Oh, am goin to the reception too to hand the register in" she blurts blushing furiously.

fuck she's beautiful..

I smile holding out my hand. "Come on then"

She smiles as she places her hand in mine and we walk to the reception where I get my lateslip for Mr Carline, and Catherine hands her class register in. "So—I best get goin" I tell her with my thumb pointing over my shoulder towards the sports building.

"O-Okay" She stutters and goes to turn.
"I wanna see you again" I blurt. "How about we meet up at dinner time?" I ask hopefully.

She blushes again and nods. "Okay, sure" she smiles brightly.

"Gimme your phone, beautiful" I croon holding my hand out, she places her phone in my hand and I added my number in her call list and call myself, letting it ring once before I give it back to her and kiss her cheek like she did to me at the wedding. "See you soon, beautiful" I croon and walk away with the biggest grin on my face.

I walk a few steps and I can't help but look over my shoulder at her and she's still stood were I left her, only her hand is touching the cheek I kissed smiling brightly. I wink at her, before jogging away to P.E were no doubt Mr Carline will punish me. I don't care though, being late was totally fucking worth it, seeing her.

As I enter the sports building Mr Carline is already there waiting for me. "BERKELEY!!" he shouts. "What time Dya call this? I should hope you have a good excuse for your tardiness?" he growls.

"Sorry, sir. I haven't been able to get much sleep over the weekend, and I missed my alarm this morning" I admit sheepishly.

"Well, I hope you got plenty of rest then, son" he grins wickedly clapping his hands together in excitement. "Cos I want you changed, and I want ten laps around the field before you join the team" he says.

Fucksake, I inwardly groan. "Yes, sir" I groan and turn to walk off to the changing rooms.

"Oh, and Berkeley?" Mr Carline shouts after me.

"Sir?" I ask turning back towards him.

"In future, make sure you don't miss your alarm, okay?" he warns.

"Sir, yes sir" I reply with a salute.

"Go on, get gone, smart arse" he chuckles waving me off.

I jog to the changing rooms where the lads are getting changed, and start stripping my clothes off as I walk to an empty space.

"You're late, B" I hear someone behind me say
as I'm putting my head through my football top, I look and see my mate Peter grinning at me. "Did Carline already collar you?" he asks as he sits next to me.

"Yeah" I grimace. "Gotta do ten laps round the field, well worth it though" I grin.

"How come you were late anyway? It's not like you" He asks as he fixes his football socks.

"Eh, do you know Catherine Murphy?" I ask him ignoring his question.

"Catherine Murphy? Catherine Murphy??" He thinks to himself. "Yeah, I think she's in the other part of our year, why?" he asks curiously.

Our school year's divide into two parts A1 through to A8.

I shrug. "I met her at a wedding we was invited to over the weekend" I tell him trying to ask aloof as he studies my face which morphs in a look of mischief.

"Yeah, I've seen her around school, she's fit her aswell—got a nice arse too" he groans. "You gonna tap that, B?"he asks me.

The jealousy and anger that runs through my veins from the words peter is saying makes me wanna punch him in the balls—hard.

I growl. "Don't talk about her like that, do you hear me? She's not like that" I hiss.

Peter holds his hands up in surrender laughing his arse off. "Oh, fuck. The B-Man's got it bad" he chuckles.

"Fuck off, she's not like any other girl in this school, so keep your opinions to yourself" I growl knocking his shoulder with mine after I finish fastening my laces on my boots and leaving a still chuckling Peter in the changing room.

What are you doing to me, Kitty Cat?....