Beck sat down at his desk in his room. The class homework was to write an essay about someone you have a liking to (a celebrity, public figure, etc.) and telling them the reasons why you like them. Beck was already frustrated with the sexual tension he had been feeling all day between him and Cat, so this homework wasn't helping. He chewed on a pencil as he took out a piece of paper. He started writing:
Cat Valentine. Oh, Cat, Cat, Cat... Too small for physical damage to people, but just the right size for the biggest hurt on boys' feelings all over. Including mine. I have no doubt in my mind that I'm in love with Cat. I know, I know, I sound like some lovesick puppy... But maybe I am.
I mean, come on, you can't expect me to list all the reasons why I love this crazy red haired girl. ...I'll list some.
When I was miserable with Jade, who was there to cheer me up? Cat. When I was almost kicked out of my parents' driveway, who helped me move things to my truck, then move them back? Cat.
Cat is the most amazing and kindest person I've ever met. She has always been there for me, even when I didn't want her to... Need I tell about the 'yelling' incident? This neon haired maniac is my best friend. She's listed as my emergency number on more than one job application.
Truthfully, there's just some kind of tractor pulling me towards Cat. I can't stand to be away from her for more than one class. She's mostly the reason why I'm always in a good mood. Everyone around me is such a downer, and Cat's nothing like that. She's more like a freaking unicorn stomping all that depression out.
That was not the best analogy.
I do not want to have a relationship with a unicorn. That'd be weird.
Another thing I love about Cat is her innocence. I don't mean innocence like... va.. va.. I can't even write it. I mean innocence like, if she saw some rubbish looking guys loading a car with valuable things, she'd think they were moving, not robbing. Some people take this innocence as stupidity- no. Cat is anything but stupid. She's one of the smartest people I know, actually. I called her at three in the morning once asking about homework... She was wide awake, ha. I also got an A+ on that homework.
That's why I'm in love with Cat Valentine.
Oh god. Oh god, I cannot turn this in. I'll get a F. I'll get ridiculed by my teacher. No, no, no, I'm scrapping this right now.
Beck ripped the paper in half, then in half again. Great, he just wasted a half hour making a freaking diary entry. He started a new essay, completely unrelated to Cat.