Sean couldn't take his mind off Katarine for the rest of the school day, he
was killing himself trying to convince himself that she wasn't the Katarine
from his past... but it didn't seem to work. At lunch, Sean barely touched
his food; he was merely staring at it as he thought. Realizing that it was
pointless to stare at uneaten food, Sean decided to head to the library and
start on the Math homework that was due in thirty minutes.
When he arrived at the library, Sean found himself a table and spread out his books. A few minutes into the Pathagrium Theorum, someone sneezed and caused Sean's head to shoot up. There, standing a few feet away from him, was Katarine. She was reading the blurp at the back of a thick book, her hair falling in front of her face, and with a scowl she shut the book and placed it back on the shelf.
Sean set down his pencil and stared at Katarine, all of a sudden seeing a vision of a younger girl. She had long blonde hair, her index finger wending around some of it. A book was in her free hand, a worn one which she read a hundred times over, and she was casually leaning against the book case. With a small sigh, the younger Katarine closed the book and, her left hand no longer toying her hair, she gripped the book tightly in her hands and cast her gaze over to Sean. "Hope?"
Blinking, Sean was brought back into the current world. "What?"
"I thought it was you." Katarine replied coolly, walking over to the table and sitting down across from Sean. "... You've..."
"Changed?" Sean finished for her, "So have you. What did you do to your hair?" It was kind of like old times, though old times could never come to be again.
Katarine tilted her head forward and shook her head slightly, her fuchsia hair shifting in the movement. "It's not as bad as your neck... God, give me a knife and I could spread some of that on biscuits." She smirked.
"I've been working out." Sean stated, "What are you doing here? I almost didn't recognize you."
"More like refused to?" Katarine suggested, "Mom got a new job. She freaked when I threatened to get another hole in my head."
"Another?"
Katarine nodded, "That was the last straw after the hair, the lip, and the ankle..."
"The ankle? ... Oh." Sean frowned, remembering the tattoo on Katarine's left ankle; he went with her to get it, but by now it's probably removed. "How long has it been?"
"Three, four years I think." Katarine was toying with her hair again, a nervous habit. She looked at her watch, "I've got to go. I guess we'll be seeing each other again soon." She stood up and clutched 'Frankenstein' in her hands.
Sean nodded and tucked into his Math book again, soon loosing his concentration and, as the words turned into a large black blur, found himself revisiting the past again...
++ Flashback ++
"See that girl over there?" A black haired boy nudged Sean and pointed across the hockey field.
Sean looked across the grass at the blonde, "Yeah. What about her?"
"Go talk to her, she's been staring at you for a while now."
"I'd rather not make a fool of myself, thank you." Sean replied somewhat bitterly. "Her boyfriend could be behind me, maybe that's why she's looking over here."
Sean's friend smiled, "There's no one behind us, we're the only people sitting out of gym class."
"If I don't go, you're just going to force me, right?"
The boy nodded.
Huffing, Sean got to his feet and stormed down the bleachers muttering to himself. He heard a few students talking as they followed the teacher back to the school building, chatting and laughing about nothing in particular. Sean gulped and stopped behind the girl he was suppose to talk to, turning into a great glob of Jell-O, "Excuse me?" He squeaked out.
The girl turned around, her chocolate eyes widening for a second or two before returning to normal. "Yes?" She asked casually.
"I, uh... wanted to... see, I was forced to... my aunt is very sick." Sean stammered.
Trying to suppress a giggle, the girl bit down on her lip-ring. "I'm sorry." She said after a moment's pause.
"No!" Sean yelled, giving the girl in front of him a start. He hung his head and grumbled, "I'm such a loser. Bruno's probably laughing his ass off right now."
"Sorry, didn't catch that."
Sean raised his head to see a smile on the girl's face. "Can I start over?" He asked weakly.
"'Course."
Feeling like an idiot, Sean sighed gratefully. "Do you know me? I'm in some of your classes... obviously."
"I think so. Sam, is it?"
"Sean, actually. Sean Cameron." He corrected her, catching an embarrassed look on her face.
"Katarine Desories."
++ Stop Flashback ++
When he arrived at the library, Sean found himself a table and spread out his books. A few minutes into the Pathagrium Theorum, someone sneezed and caused Sean's head to shoot up. There, standing a few feet away from him, was Katarine. She was reading the blurp at the back of a thick book, her hair falling in front of her face, and with a scowl she shut the book and placed it back on the shelf.
Sean set down his pencil and stared at Katarine, all of a sudden seeing a vision of a younger girl. She had long blonde hair, her index finger wending around some of it. A book was in her free hand, a worn one which she read a hundred times over, and she was casually leaning against the book case. With a small sigh, the younger Katarine closed the book and, her left hand no longer toying her hair, she gripped the book tightly in her hands and cast her gaze over to Sean. "Hope?"
Blinking, Sean was brought back into the current world. "What?"
"I thought it was you." Katarine replied coolly, walking over to the table and sitting down across from Sean. "... You've..."
"Changed?" Sean finished for her, "So have you. What did you do to your hair?" It was kind of like old times, though old times could never come to be again.
Katarine tilted her head forward and shook her head slightly, her fuchsia hair shifting in the movement. "It's not as bad as your neck... God, give me a knife and I could spread some of that on biscuits." She smirked.
"I've been working out." Sean stated, "What are you doing here? I almost didn't recognize you."
"More like refused to?" Katarine suggested, "Mom got a new job. She freaked when I threatened to get another hole in my head."
"Another?"
Katarine nodded, "That was the last straw after the hair, the lip, and the ankle..."
"The ankle? ... Oh." Sean frowned, remembering the tattoo on Katarine's left ankle; he went with her to get it, but by now it's probably removed. "How long has it been?"
"Three, four years I think." Katarine was toying with her hair again, a nervous habit. She looked at her watch, "I've got to go. I guess we'll be seeing each other again soon." She stood up and clutched 'Frankenstein' in her hands.
Sean nodded and tucked into his Math book again, soon loosing his concentration and, as the words turned into a large black blur, found himself revisiting the past again...
++ Flashback ++
"See that girl over there?" A black haired boy nudged Sean and pointed across the hockey field.
Sean looked across the grass at the blonde, "Yeah. What about her?"
"Go talk to her, she's been staring at you for a while now."
"I'd rather not make a fool of myself, thank you." Sean replied somewhat bitterly. "Her boyfriend could be behind me, maybe that's why she's looking over here."
Sean's friend smiled, "There's no one behind us, we're the only people sitting out of gym class."
"If I don't go, you're just going to force me, right?"
The boy nodded.
Huffing, Sean got to his feet and stormed down the bleachers muttering to himself. He heard a few students talking as they followed the teacher back to the school building, chatting and laughing about nothing in particular. Sean gulped and stopped behind the girl he was suppose to talk to, turning into a great glob of Jell-O, "Excuse me?" He squeaked out.
The girl turned around, her chocolate eyes widening for a second or two before returning to normal. "Yes?" She asked casually.
"I, uh... wanted to... see, I was forced to... my aunt is very sick." Sean stammered.
Trying to suppress a giggle, the girl bit down on her lip-ring. "I'm sorry." She said after a moment's pause.
"No!" Sean yelled, giving the girl in front of him a start. He hung his head and grumbled, "I'm such a loser. Bruno's probably laughing his ass off right now."
"Sorry, didn't catch that."
Sean raised his head to see a smile on the girl's face. "Can I start over?" He asked weakly.
"'Course."
Feeling like an idiot, Sean sighed gratefully. "Do you know me? I'm in some of your classes... obviously."
"I think so. Sam, is it?"
"Sean, actually. Sean Cameron." He corrected her, catching an embarrassed look on her face.
"Katarine Desories."
++ Stop Flashback ++