It started with French lessons.
Cat was failing; Robbie was getting an A.
They studied everyday in the library, sitting across from eachother in a secluded table by the window.
Cat often leaned her head against the plexiglass as he read to her from his text book, his mouth moving over the foreign words with fervor that, at first, made Cat giggle.
And then, amazingly, she found herself gazing at him as he recited the words.
She noticed the way his curly brown hair fell across his forehead, the way his full lips moved over the words as he pronounced them slowly for her benefit.
She wondered, briefly, what it would be like kiss him.
And so one day, she did.
Because Cat Valentine, unlike Robbie, was the type of person that knew what she wanted and took opportunities when they presented themselves.
He pulled back reluctantly, and Cat returned her head to the glass, her red hair splaying across the window. She smiled with the innocence of a girl that was oblivious to the fact that she just turned a boy's life right side up.
He smiled shyly, and so began the beginning of the end.
They held hands under the table during lunch; they sneaked into the janitors closet between classes; they hurried to their private corner in the library after school.
None of their friends noticed. Beck & Jade were caught up with each other. Tori and Andre were too busy stealing glances.
They didn't notice the shared looks in the class, the way both their fingers flied over their phones under their desks.
And so they didn't notice when it all began to fall apart.