Kitten?

Chapter 11

CHAPTER SONG: Girls by 1975

Katrina's POV

"Steven is gonna teach you how to drive?" Mia asked in disbelief, "Really?"

He dropped us both off at the mall about an hour ago and we have still only been in one store, Forever 21. Partially because instead of actually shopping we were either making fun of the clothes or just talking about nothing.

"Yeah, why is that surprising?" I asked feeling the texture of a cotton blouse but letting it go after realizing it said 'fries before guys' in bold green letters.

"Oh nothing," She didn't convince me, "this is cute," she said holding up a pastel blue cropped blouse that tied at the front. Something Mia could pull off perfectly, then again there was nothing that she couldn't. I only nodded. "You can't find anything you like?"

"No this place is a little...too much for me," I said staring at all of the bright pinks and yellows on the racks, on top of that I'm more of a 't-shirts and sweaters with the dullest colors possible' kind of gal so this isn't really my cup of tea.

She chuckled at my scrunched up expression before speaking, "Let's go". After paying we left and went to a store that seemed more me, H&M. Back home we had boutiques and shops owned by locals so I barely ever went to the mall; that's also how I developed my 'style'.

"this is more like it" I mumbled looking at a chocolate brown sweater.

"so have you ever been in love?" Mia asked randomly standing across from me not making eye contact. I looked at her incredulously for a few seconds until she finally looked up with an unfazed expression, "What? just a question... It's not impossible, I mean I fell in love with Dusty when I was like 14. Love has no age."

"it's not that it was just random but to answer your question, no I haven't," I said turning my attention back to the clothes, "why do you ask?"

I don't think Mia realizes how lucky she is to experience that kind of love at such a young age. At the same time it's unfortunate because Dustin doesn't feel the same way, at least that's what she tells me but I believe her; she knows him the best. So I guess she isn't that lucky but still, feeling love to that extent is a blessing. I don't think I'll ever have the pleasure to be in love, I've come to terms with it but that doesn't stop me from envying people like Mia.

"Oh I don't know because I feel like I know absolutely nothing about you when on the other hand you know everything there is to know about me... I'm honestly offended" She said raising her perfectly plucked brows at me.

"I'm sorry I'm just a private person... please don't take it to heart I'm like this to everyone; I will tell you just not...now I haven't even told Steven but if it makes you feel any better you are the first person I've ever considered a friend," I said giving her a small smile.

"Oh emm gee really?" she said walking around the rack to reach me, "that's so cute and yes that does make me feel better... aww Kat and did you know you're my first 'girl' friend?" She spoke holding me in a tight embrace, "I'm so stupid you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to but just know that you can trust me whenever you're ready. Okay?", she spoke waving her hand around to dismiss the topic.

"How come you never had any female friends?" I asked. I was grateful that she didn't force me to say anything because if she did, I probably would've completely spilled just to avoid her getting even more upset with me. It's odd though when I think about it, Steven knows me better than Mia. I haven't told him much but it's more than what most people know. I've told him things I've never told anyone before, partly because no one ever cared enough. I think he cares, otherwise, why would he ask me all those things? Steven is just...different, he's the first person I've ever wanted to talk to, just to hear his voice. He makes my palms sweat half of the time when he's in the same room. His strength is his character, incredibly appealing and intoxicating to be around. He called me 'very likable', I'm anything but. My parents mistaken my need of being quiet as me thinking that I'm better than everyone else or that I'm just plain rude. There's nothing about me that anyone would like, at least not enough to mention it. But when he said it, I believed him not because of what he said or the way he said it, solely because it was him.