Spirit Week
Mr. Voght's History Class was usually uneventful for Catherine. Sure, Cain was in it, but he sat four rows away and dared not upset the wrestling coach.
That is, unless it was Spirit week. And the girls weren't permitted to speak to the boys.
"Why, hello there, beautiful."
Catherine looked up from her late Math homework, giving a half-smile and a wave – something Abby had perfected whenever she was tired – and returned to her work.
Cain gave a head quirk. "What, not talking to me?"
Catherine rolled her eyes, reaching into her back pocket and taking out the white index card with the black lip print. "Ooh, let me see." Catherine glared, pulling her arm out of Cain's reach. She shook her head fiercely, pointing to a sign behind her.
Cain looked up. A child-abuse poster – god forbid. The silence of their screams. In the morbidity, he understood. "You're not going to talk to me just so you can keep some scrap of paper?"
Catherine nodded, tucked away the paper and continued with her work.
Cain smirked. He knew his princess. She was no Abby. He took an empty seat, staring at her with those eyes. "Come on. At least say 'Hello' to me. I promise I won't tell."
Catherine went on with her homework.
"Come on, Princess. Just a little hi."
Catherine bit her lip to not slap him.
Cain flared his nostrils. He grabbed her chin, lips planted firmly against her own. Catherine's pen dropped from her grasp as she gave a sound of surprise.
Cain pulled away, looking at her with Puppy Dog's eyes.
"Wha-we're in class, Cain. You can't do that – ooh."
Cain gave a gloating smirk, holding out his hand. "Give me your lips."
Catherine gave back a gloating smile, channeling her friend. "I think I already did."
Cain narrowed his eyes, but fled to his seat as the bell rung.
Maybe later Catherine would say this was her fifth slip of paper that she had fished out the waste bin.