"Just tell me already!", he says impatiently though still with a smile.
"Fine!", I mutter irritated. "They did a bet over when we were getting back together." As soon as I say that I question why on earth I didn't lie, then again, Oscar knows when I'm lying and when I'm not.
His smile disappears and his gaze darkens. "When are we getting back together, Cat?", he asks in a hard voice. I look away not wanting to meet is accusing eyes.
"Oscar...", I protest but he cuts me off.
"No, listen to me. You think you can just do this, don't you? You think that you can say we're over just like that but 'oh, wait, we can still be friends', don't you, Cat?", he says bitterly. "That everything will be as it was", he mutters at the end.
I look down in shame. "We can stop talking if you want", I say shyly, tears threatening to make an appearance.
"You know that's not what I mean", he sighs and his expression softens. "You wanted time, I just want to know how much longer I have to wait", he says and I look up, meeting his sorry puppy eyes, "and for you not to act like everything is ok, like you didn't practically break my heart", he says, and I know he regrets saying those painful last words, but they're true.
Cat is a nineteen years old cat mutant, stubborn, natural hunter and cold headed with occasional savage out bursts about which little is known.
Oscar is a nineteen years old werewolf, with a kind heart and calm who is crazy in love with a green eyed feline, or so he thinks.
They both live in a small community composed of other mutants where everyone is at peace and everyone knows their role. Will this peace stay the same when the past of these two, full of secrets and lies, comes back from painful scars?
I heave in an astronomical breathe.
Dumped
Death
Dad
Downpour
That just sums up my whole day.
But the only thought that's racking through my depressing brain right now as I stare up at the unexpectedly dark sky is...
I should've brought an umbrella.
I step out into the cold wind, splatters of raindrops hitting my cheeks.
I trudge through the wet pavement, my sneakers soaking up the water.
Dumped
Death
Dad
Downpour
Summarization of my fucked up day.
I shiver as the cold raindrops begin pouring heavier, the water saturating through my hair and soaking my clothes.
I stop immediately when I hear a helpless whimper coming from the alley beside a small bakery.
I hear it again, low and sad. I step towards the sound and find two green eyes staring up at me belonging to a black cat. It's coat drenched and it's whiskers drooping low. Like it's frowning.
Even in my damp mood I feel sorry for the little animal. "You don't have a home, little guy?" I ask, squatting to see it better.
Did it just shake its head!?
I blink a few times and sigh. I'm probably seeing things. It's been overwhelmingly negative lately.
I reach a hand for the feline and it corresponds, tucking its head under it. I pet it's wet coat and stare at it as it closes its eyes. I can't leave such a pitiful thing next to the dumpsters and cold rain to be frozen alive or ravished by stray dogs.
So I do what every human being would do in my situation, I take it home.
And that was possibly the stupidest thing I've ever done.
***
This is a story about a girl named Lucky.
But of course she's everything but lucky.
One day she comes across this odd feline who acts strangely like a human.
Maybe he is really a human and Lucky has got her hands into a whole lot of trouble.
Or maybe she found what she was missing and this feline becomes her lucky clover.
Get ready for a a world full of drama and unlucky incidents.