Nate and Caitlyn walked by each other for the forth time that day, and each time, they looked the other way, avoiding each others gaze. Mitchie sighed and stopped Caitlyn.
'Mitchie, we're going to be late for history,' Caitlyn moaned. 'Again!'
'Spill'
'What are you talking about?' Caitlyn feigned innocent.
'Caitlyn, you know what I'm talking about…. Plus, you're a terrible liar.' Mitchie smirked. 'What the hell is up with you and Nate? You didn't see each other before classes, you spent your lunch in the library without him, and you are ignoring him in the hallway. This is very unlike you.'
'It's nothing Mitchie,' Caitlyn said shortly, trying to push past Mitchie.
'No, you're going to tell me what is going on!'
Caitlyn looked around the crowded hallway before groaning and whispering in Mitchie's ear.
'You didn't!' Mitchie gasped.
Caitlyn nodded silently before grabbing the stunned Mitchie and pulling her to history class.
'Miss Gellar, Miss Torres! Thank you for joining us… This is your fifth late.' Mr Thompson smiled lightly as he stared down at the attendance card. 'You understand more than 5 lates means a suspension, correct?'
'Yes, sir. We are very sorry, it won't happen again,' Caitlyn smiled, knowing it would, but he would never send either of the girls down to the office.
As Caitlyn sat in her seat and slammed down her books, Mitchie's came out of her catatonic state.
'Caitlyn, when did you guys-'
'SHH!'
'But, Caitlyn we need to talk about thi-'
'Mitchie, enough! We aren't talking about this in history class, where Mr Thompson is in ear shot.'