Chapter 2 - The New Girl
A/N: Okay, I'm writing this chapter right after chapter 1 so bear with me if it sucks, if you guys totally hate this story tell me so and I'll try to brainstorm another.
Catie walked home quietly, her hands shoved in her pockets. She felt bad for snapping at Jamie but she just couldn't stand to be so close to him...and yet feel so far away.
She reached her house and opened the door slowly, knowing her mother would be home. Not something she was looking forward to.
"Catie?! Is that you? Where have you been!? Hanging out with those good for nothing friends of yours again no doubt," Mrs. Roth yelled as soon as she heard Catie enter, " Bet you've been crying about that Jamie boy again, it's no wonder he doesn't like you, look at yourself, you look like hell," she continued.
Catie walked right past her, smelling the liquor on her breath. Ignoring her mother's ranting, she headed straight to her room, locking the door behind her.
She reached for her hidden possession, a thin notebook underneath her mattress. Her song book. Unknown to anyone but herself. In side she wrote her songs and poems that she kept locked in her heart.
She flipped it open to a page she visited often. Her song about Jamie. It wasn't done yet, she'd write a little everyday, but she never finished it yet.
Her eyes glanced over the page:
You're Making Me
I tried to look away from those eyes that draw me in I tried to tell myself, I'm not falling in love with him
I tried everything I could, but I just fall upon my knees And if I'm falling in love with you, it's because You're making me
It's all your fault I'm crying It's all your fault I'm trying To keep the pain in, lying to you and to myself.
Cause I just can't let it be, And if I'm falling in love with you, it's because You're making me.
Catie reached for her pencil, poising it near the page, she thought for a moment, listening in her head for the right thing to write.
She added:
I see you walking towards me while my heart just starts to shake I'd tell you why it's doing that, but I'm afraid it's gonna break
I'll have to keep it all inside and for no one else to see And if I'm falling in love with you, it's because You're making me.
Catie closed the book and stuck it back in it's hiding spot. One day, she'd finish it for Jamie. Maybe she'd even show it to him. Maybe.
She lay back, staring at the ceiling. She tried to concentrate on anything, her mind felt so muddled.
She closed her eyes, hoping for sleep. But it simply wouldn't come.
Finally, she realized she wasn't going to get Jamie out of her head so she reached for her guitar ( a/n: okay, I know Jamie's the guitarist, but for the sake of my story, so does Catie) Jamie had taught her how to play on his guitar and she had decided to buy one of her own.
She reached for her sheet music. It was Jamie's song translated into guitar notes. She added the next few notes for the lyrics she'd just added and began to warm up her fingers on the guitar.
Moments later, the song flowed form the guitar effortlessly and she sang quietly along. She strummed the last cord before setting the guitar down softly.
She gazed around the room, pictures of her and Jamie and her and Val surrounded her. We look so happy together, she thought, looking at a picture of her and Jamie underneath the bleachers, arms around each other.
This was before Catie had started to have.feelings..for Jamie. She had been carefree and happy.
She replaced the picture in it's spot with a sigh.
A light tapping on her window made her jump back. She peered out her window to find Jamie standing on her lawn, small stones in his hands. She opened the window and looked down at him.
"Hey Catie, let me in, I looked through the window and your mom's taking a nap," Jamie called.
"Hold on," she replied. She shut the window and made her way quietly downstairs and to the front door. She didn't feel like being close to Jamie right now, but she felt bad for yelling at him at the bleachers.
She opened the front door to find Jamie standing there with a grin.
"Hey, come for a ride with me, I feel like going to the park," Jamie said.
Catie looked around hesitantly before nodding and stepping outside.
They walked to Jamie's bike and snapped on their helmets.
In minutes they were whizzing by traffic and to the nearby park.
Jamie parked his bike as they hopped off and sat down on a bench.
"So..what did you want to talk about?," Catie asked.
"Nothing really, but I met this really hot girl today Catie, and guess what? She's even single," Jamie smiled.
"Oh..that's great Jamie, I'm really happy for you," Catie relied, swallowing a lump in her throat.
"Yeah, but don't worry, I still want to do our thing for prom so I'm not going to ask her," Jamie reassured her.
"Yeah..ok," Catie nodded, " You know what? Suddenly I'm not feeling so good, do you think you could take me home?," Catie asked, standing up.
Jamie blinked in confusion, " Sure, okay," he replied.
They got back on the bike and drove back to Catie's house in silence.
"See you tomorrow Catie," Jamie called from his bike.
Catie waved in response and entered her house.
A/N: That's Chapter 2 , I'm gonna try to write Chapter 3 right now, too. (Grabs Starbucks cup and takes a swig)
A/N: Okay, I'm writing this chapter right after chapter 1 so bear with me if it sucks, if you guys totally hate this story tell me so and I'll try to brainstorm another.
Catie walked home quietly, her hands shoved in her pockets. She felt bad for snapping at Jamie but she just couldn't stand to be so close to him...and yet feel so far away.
She reached her house and opened the door slowly, knowing her mother would be home. Not something she was looking forward to.
"Catie?! Is that you? Where have you been!? Hanging out with those good for nothing friends of yours again no doubt," Mrs. Roth yelled as soon as she heard Catie enter, " Bet you've been crying about that Jamie boy again, it's no wonder he doesn't like you, look at yourself, you look like hell," she continued.
Catie walked right past her, smelling the liquor on her breath. Ignoring her mother's ranting, she headed straight to her room, locking the door behind her.
She reached for her hidden possession, a thin notebook underneath her mattress. Her song book. Unknown to anyone but herself. In side she wrote her songs and poems that she kept locked in her heart.
She flipped it open to a page she visited often. Her song about Jamie. It wasn't done yet, she'd write a little everyday, but she never finished it yet.
Her eyes glanced over the page:
You're Making Me
I tried to look away from those eyes that draw me in I tried to tell myself, I'm not falling in love with him
I tried everything I could, but I just fall upon my knees And if I'm falling in love with you, it's because You're making me
It's all your fault I'm crying It's all your fault I'm trying To keep the pain in, lying to you and to myself.
Cause I just can't let it be, And if I'm falling in love with you, it's because You're making me.
Catie reached for her pencil, poising it near the page, she thought for a moment, listening in her head for the right thing to write.
She added:
I see you walking towards me while my heart just starts to shake I'd tell you why it's doing that, but I'm afraid it's gonna break
I'll have to keep it all inside and for no one else to see And if I'm falling in love with you, it's because You're making me.
Catie closed the book and stuck it back in it's hiding spot. One day, she'd finish it for Jamie. Maybe she'd even show it to him. Maybe.
She lay back, staring at the ceiling. She tried to concentrate on anything, her mind felt so muddled.
She closed her eyes, hoping for sleep. But it simply wouldn't come.
Finally, she realized she wasn't going to get Jamie out of her head so she reached for her guitar ( a/n: okay, I know Jamie's the guitarist, but for the sake of my story, so does Catie) Jamie had taught her how to play on his guitar and she had decided to buy one of her own.
She reached for her sheet music. It was Jamie's song translated into guitar notes. She added the next few notes for the lyrics she'd just added and began to warm up her fingers on the guitar.
Moments later, the song flowed form the guitar effortlessly and she sang quietly along. She strummed the last cord before setting the guitar down softly.
She gazed around the room, pictures of her and Jamie and her and Val surrounded her. We look so happy together, she thought, looking at a picture of her and Jamie underneath the bleachers, arms around each other.
This was before Catie had started to have.feelings..for Jamie. She had been carefree and happy.
She replaced the picture in it's spot with a sigh.
A light tapping on her window made her jump back. She peered out her window to find Jamie standing on her lawn, small stones in his hands. She opened the window and looked down at him.
"Hey Catie, let me in, I looked through the window and your mom's taking a nap," Jamie called.
"Hold on," she replied. She shut the window and made her way quietly downstairs and to the front door. She didn't feel like being close to Jamie right now, but she felt bad for yelling at him at the bleachers.
She opened the front door to find Jamie standing there with a grin.
"Hey, come for a ride with me, I feel like going to the park," Jamie said.
Catie looked around hesitantly before nodding and stepping outside.
They walked to Jamie's bike and snapped on their helmets.
In minutes they were whizzing by traffic and to the nearby park.
Jamie parked his bike as they hopped off and sat down on a bench.
"So..what did you want to talk about?," Catie asked.
"Nothing really, but I met this really hot girl today Catie, and guess what? She's even single," Jamie smiled.
"Oh..that's great Jamie, I'm really happy for you," Catie relied, swallowing a lump in her throat.
"Yeah, but don't worry, I still want to do our thing for prom so I'm not going to ask her," Jamie reassured her.
"Yeah..ok," Catie nodded, " You know what? Suddenly I'm not feeling so good, do you think you could take me home?," Catie asked, standing up.
Jamie blinked in confusion, " Sure, okay," he replied.
They got back on the bike and drove back to Catie's house in silence.
"See you tomorrow Catie," Jamie called from his bike.
Catie waved in response and entered her house.
A/N: That's Chapter 2 , I'm gonna try to write Chapter 3 right now, too. (Grabs Starbucks cup and takes a swig)