*Cath's POV*
I opened the doors to hell aka the school, Etowah High School. Where the drama starts and how rumors get spread. I swiftly walked through the hallway obeying one of the many rules I made up:, make no eye contact whatsoever. I stared at the grey concrete floor for almost five minutes, watching little specks of brown and black move behind me as I made my way to my locker. Only glancing up once and a while to see where I'm even going
"Hey! Cath right? Yeah well I got a new locker and it looks like I'm beside you!" Oh god, is that who I think it is?
I look up to see his fluffy brunette like hair, his ocean blue eyes sparkled from the sun peaking through a a window, a smirk playfully crawled across his face as I never responded and was only staring at his perfection.
"Like what you see?" He flicked his hair off his face as if taunting me.
"Hi, um yes, no I mean no-, ugh yeah hi my name is Cath." I stuck my hand out so he could shake it. He looked at my hand and smiled down at it. What was he thinking? He grabbed my hand so gently and carefully that he probably thought he was going to break me or something. Mine and his hands touched and I know my face probably turned beet red. Wait, did he just blush? I think he just blushed.
The bell rang and the great Chandler Carlton Riggs let go of my hand.
"What class do you have?" Um I think we forgot that we are in almost every single class together. How invisible am I?
"Uh gym." I responded, a little hurt.
"Same! Where have you been? I never see you in the gym!" He's so nice but yet so rude.
"I'm always there. I don't think I've never missed a day of school this year." I responded, this just got very awkward in many ways.
"Oh I'm sorry. I'll walk you to class?" He asked in more of a question than a statement.
