Author's Note: So, I just got this idea while listening to "Wrong Direction" by Hailee Steinfeld. Katy was a Secondary Character, but I felt like it would be interesting to write her history before KC or Maya. So it's cannon with my fanfic series. I am currently writing a Prequel Series about Maya as well called "Girl Meets Prequel: New York". It was hard to write more on my original series, but I am finding inspiration going back to the start of it all. So if you guessed it, this will be about when Katy met Anthony and their relationship from then.

Katy's POV

Howdy, I am Katy Grace Clutterbucket. I'm fifteen years old and I live in Possum Trot, Arkansas with my parents. My best friend, Bobby Jo, and I both want to be actresses.

We are walking to school again. My parents say it's better for us to walk than take the bus, unless it's winter, because it saves gas.

"Hey Katy," Bobby Jo said.

"Yeah, Bobby Jo?"

"I got an audition today," she said.

"Really? That's great!" I exclaimed. "What for?"

"A commercial," she said.

"That's nice," I said.

We walked into school and I walked to my locker. I looked over and saw Anthony Johnson, the star of the football team, looking over at me. He's a senior, and a senior looking at a measly sophomore like me is a big deal in our school. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I looked back at my locker, blushing. I went on to my classes. Once lunchtime came around, Bobby Jo and I went to the cafeteria. We sat down with our trays. I was looked down at my food and saw someone sit across from me. I looked up and it was Anthony. We have never spoken before, so I have never really met him.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey Katy," he said with a charming smile.

"You know my name?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course," he said. "You're Katy Grace Clutterbucket. You were in last year's play, right?"

"Yeah," I said. I blushed again. I looked down.

"Hey now," he said, lifting up my chin. "There's no need to be embarrassed. You're cute when you blush."

"Um, well, thanks, Anthony," I said.

"You're welcome," he said. He smiled his charming smile again. I smiled back at him. "Would you like to go on a date with me this Saturday?"

"Really?!" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "I'd really like to get to know you."

"Um, sure," I said. "You'll have to talk to my dad, though."

"That'll be no problem," he said.