AN: I know this moves fast, but you can deal with it.
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Chapter 3 - Peggy's Party
"Are you ready to par-tay!?" Ella exclaimed into the microphone on the stage. It turns out the party wasn't at Peggy's house like everyone thought, but instead we're at the underground club. It's a 16 and older club, no drugs or beer provided or allowed. Peggy's parents rented out the whole club just for her 17th birthday. Lucky.
"Yeah!" Everyone cheered. I knew our entire grade was here, but it looked like the entire school was here. Maybe even people from other schools too.
"Well give it up for the Birthday Girl herself! Miss Peggy Dupree!" Ella laughed while stepping down from the stage. Peggy walked up to the mic, greeted by the thunderous clapping and cheering from the crowd, wearing a sparkly dress that showed a lot of skin and a princess crown to match.
"Hey everyone!" She smiled as someone whistled out a cat call. "I'm so glad you all came. This is going to be the best birthday party in history!"
"Yeah!" Everyone cheered and clapped. I could tell someone was passing around some vodka or something because a group of college kids were already falling over and laughing too loud.
"So let's crank up the music!" Peggy shouted just before the speakers came to life. The beat thumped below my feet and shook the multi-colored lights above our heads. People cheered as the dancing started to come naturally to those sober and awkward to those not.
Lola, who looked so hot tonight, leaned in next to me and whispered into my ear, "Dance with me?"
I looked up at her, I'd always hated being shorter then both her and Sander, but now it didn't seem so bad, and nodded with a smile. She held onto my hand as we weaved through the crowd and found a tiny space off to the side close to the make-out wall. She put her hands on my shoulders and my hands found their way to her hips.
I was trying hard not to stare at her body. Harder then I'd tried on that math test today. It's just that I've never seen so much of Lola's skin before. She had on those super short shorts. I swear, I've seen underwear longer then her shorts. And she had on a peice of fabric that could barely be called a shirt. It had no sleeves, and showed all of her stomach, including her belly button ring. It was low cut. And I mean, low cut. One glance from far away in this dark club and you'd think she was naked. But I'm not really complaining.
"Having fun?" She asked with a knowing smile as I got caught staring at her stomach. I smiled shyly, not used to being all flirty with her. I'd always thought of her as just a friend, but now it just...feels like I'm hanging out with a friend who looks extremely hot.
"I was just looking at your peircing. It's hot." I smiled like it was no big deal. It was a tiny little belly button ring, hardly fancy, and it was okay. I'd go for something more noticable and extreme.
"You should see my others." She winked and I felt shock go down my spine. Never in my life had I once imagined Lola, my best friend, naked. Until now.
"Sounds like a plan." I smirked. She laughed before a new song came on and she jumped up and down.
"I love this song!" She exclaimed over the music.
Long after my feet were on fire from moving so much, and my throat was killing me with it's thirsty dryness, I wandered off to the bar and left Lola with Sander and Barry who'd found us not too long ago. It wasn't a bar bar, just serving punch and sodas and cheap excuses for food.
I walked up to the far right side of it, as it stretched on for the entire length of the club's north wall.
"Two waters." I ordered to the waiter man, slightly out of breath. I'd never danced so much in my life.
"Caitlyn?" I looked to my direct left to see Miss Torres sitting on one of the stools. She was smiling, and apparently had been talking to boy next to her. I was sure he went to my school, but I didn't know who he was.
"Hey Miss Torres!" I said back as surprise and pure joy washed over me. I moved over a couple of stools and sat by her. The boy sighed as he was leaving while Miss Torres said goobye to him. "You actually came."
"Yeah." She replied a little embarrassed. "I wasn't busy, and I guess I couldn't say I didn't know where it was, even though it wasn't at the address you gave to me."
"Sorry, last minute change I guess." I smiled. She actually came. Did she come because I asked her to? Or because she actually took my bull about having fun seriously? Either way, she came.
"Yeah, but with some good luck I found Jason, that young man I was talking to, and he was equally as confused on where to go." She raised her eyebrows. "But some how we both ended up here with only a drug addict's directions."
"Looks like it was meant to be." I replied with my signature smirk. She smiled shyly before taking sip of her drink. The waiter sat down the two water bottles and I handed him the correct money in exact change. I took a sip of the water as soon as I got the damn top unscrewed. That was all the money I had, but feeling the cold liquid run down my throat was all worth it.
"Thirsty?" Miss Torres laughed as I gulped down half of the bottle.
"You have no idea." I sighed, sucking in all the air that I'd missed from my water moment. "So, what does the guidance counselor of the year think about this killer party?"
She laughed and a gentle blush touched her cheeks as she replied, "I don't know about that, but the party is amazing. I can't believe I'm saying it but...you were right. I didn't know how much fun I'd been missing out on."
"See, aren't you glad you met me?" I smirked while pretending to survey the crowd for friends.
"Very." She replied with a hint of mixed emotions behind it. I couldn't quite grasp what they were, but they made butterflies invade my stomach and the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
"So are you just gonna sit down all night? Or are you gonna dance?" I laughed as the song changed to a slow one. I knew it pretty well, but it wasn't the greatest love song ever so I didn't jump out of my seat like the couple a few stools down did.
"Don't worry, I'll dance...at some point." She bit her bottom lip before taking a sip of her drink again.
"Well why don't you..." I was going to tell her to get off her ass and dance with a group of strangers like I usually do, but Lola showed up and grabbed my hands, pulling me off my seat.
"I love this song!" She exclaimed while her giddy attitude spread to me as I started laughing.
"All right all you couples..." The DJ said in a slow voice into the mic. "...this is for you."
"Let's dance!" She exclaimed as the music got louder and she pulled harder against my wrist towards the dance floor. I turned back to see Miss Torres looking disapointed.
"I'll be back." I told her, just loud enough that Lola wouldn't be able to hear me over her constant shouting about how I need to hurry up so we can dance already. "Don't go too far."
Miss Torres looked up at me, her eyes shining and her smile bright.
"Try acting like your not a stuck up teacher while I'm gone." I joked just before Lola dragged me into the thick mass of humans.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close as my hands moved to her hips. We moved slowly back and forth as the song got more emotional and more instruments started playing.
"Caitlyn..." She said slowly into my ear. "...before tonight...would you have ever thought we'd be doing this?"
"Doing what?" I played dumb. I knew what she was doing. A classic Lola move. She's about to kiss me. It's obvious, but I don't think she's ever tried it on a girl so it's a good one to use on guys because they are soooo simple minded that it's not even funny.
She moved to place her forehead against mine, and swiftly she pressed her lips against mine. They were gone before I'd closed my eyes all the way.
"This..." She answered, talking about the mini-kiss.
"No." I said in a shaky voice as the kiss replayed in my mind. It made me shiver, and the butterflies all flew away...not a good sign. For me, butterflies mean...love. Not really but...it just means that I like someone or something a lot.
"Well...I've always kinda had a crush on you." She confessed while looking behind me.
"Seriously?" I asked in disbelief as the song started to come to and end.
"Yeah...but..." She stopped and looked back over my shoulder, a glare softly on her features. "Okay, that chick you were talking to won't stop watching us."
Without thinking about it I looked off behind me. My eyes locked into an intense stare with two deep brown ones. My heart beat began to go off the charts and the butterflies took over my stomach like demons. I tried not to smile, or even smirk, like I wanted to.
She was watching me? That means she caught that kiss. I wonder how she liked that. Ya think that was fun enough for her?
"It's no problem." I sighed while looking back at Lola as the song ended. She dropped her arms and crossed them over her chest.
"No problem? Some older chick is checking you out." She said defensively. "And if my memory is right, that our freaking guidance counselor, Caitlyn. We should send in a report on her to the police or something. What is she even doing here? Peggy would never invite her."
"I did." I said, showing how pissed off her comments had made me. "And she happens to be a nice person if you'd just stop the stupid bus for a second and get to know her."
"Oh, and you know her?" Lola asked with a glare. "For all you know she could be a female Michael Jackson."
"Don't even bring him into this." I retorted, immediatly wishing I'd never told her about how I love Jackson.
"Don't like it? Maybe you should go vent to your new shrink friend." Lola snapped back.
"What's your deal? She's just a guidance counselor. What's with the jealous act?" I questioned as people started moving faster to the new song.
"I'm just worried about you Caitlyn." She said on a softer note. "You've been acting really weird."
"I'm fine. Don't worry about it." I said back a little too harshly. "She's not bad at all. She's actually really cool."
"Aw, you have a little crush on her?" Lola smiled. I could feel the blush on my cheeks. Thank God it was too dark on the dance floor for her to notice it.
"Is it my fault she's hot?" I asked back, not bothering to even deny the crush. It's obvious I like her, and I don't feel like trying to hide it. I kinda hope she knows it too.
"Come on. Stop going gah gah over a teacher and dance with me." Lola smiled.
"I'm tired. I think I'll go home." I replied as Barry and Sander bumped into us.
"Does that mean I can come too?" She whispered into my ear seductively so the guys wouldn't hear.
"No." I said back in a harsh tone.
"Why not?" She asked putting her hands on her hips. "You never let me come over. You've been to my house a gazillion times."
"You're not coming over." I ended the coversation by turning around and walking back over towards the bar.
I was waiting for Lola to either call after me of follow me, but she didn't do anything so I just kept walking. I stopped right in front of Miss Torres.
"This party sucks, wanna bail?" I asked in the most optomistic tone ever.
"Something happen?" She asked, a blush on her cheeks.
"If you wanna get all guidance counselor-ish on me, then taking me some where that's not here might get you something." I replied with my smirk. It didn't feel right, but I kept it on as she smiled and grabbed her purse.
"This is okay with your parents right? Maybe you should call and ask." She said a bit worried.
"It's fine. They're okay with anything I do. Calling would just get me grounded or something for interupting whatever stupid thing they were doing." I replied while letting out a frustrated sigh. I knew saying this would make her shrink mind go into over drive.
"Well...I don't know. I'm pretty sure it's against some rule." She replied, an unsure look on her face as she nibbled on her bottom lip.
"I won't tell anyone if you won't." I winked. She smiled and let out a laugh before I added, "Besides, this is just me, an indepent young adult, getting a ride from a trusted friend."
"If you put it that way..." She thought it over before a cute little sigh escaped her mouth and she began walking towards the exit.
"I knew you didn't hate me." I smiled as we reached the parking lot, the sounds of the club that was hidden away under the parking lot still reaching our ears.
"Why would you think that?" She asked like it was crazy as she unlocked her tiny little beat up car.
"Because all my teachers hate me." I laughed before adding, "Okay, did a train run into you or something?"
"No." She giggled before squeezing into the driver's seat. I crouched down and crawled into the passenger side.
"Are you sure you passed your driver's test? I'm starting to rethink this." I laughed while buckling up.
"Okay, so my car isn't in perfect condition. I get it." She laughed while starting up the loud engine.
"What, a guidance counselor's salary not enough to fix your car?" I teased as she pulled onto the main road. She just laughed and asked me if I wanted to listen to the radio. I leaned forward and turned it on, but it was already on my favorite radio station.
"You like this type of music?" I asked with a smile.
"Why, do think it's too old?" She laughed while taking a left.
"No, I love the oldies. Everyone teases me about it, but I just like the sounds from back then." I confessed.
After I lost my train of thought while listening to the song, I realized I had no idea where the hell I was. I tried to read the street signs, but I didn't know any of them.
"So where exactly are you taking me?" I asked while trying to read the most recent street sign. Still no clue.
"To my favorite place in the whole world." She laughed while taking a right.
"There's a Shrink Convention in town?" I teased with a smirk.
"Ha ha." She said back while smiling. "No, but as much fun as that sounds, we're going to The Universe."
"That sounds like the name of a club...or a band." I laughed.
"Yeah, but it's just like a little library. They have a poetry night every Friday and I usually go so I'm gonna catch the end of it." She smiled. "That okay?"
"Of course." I replied. Any where with her is fine with me. "You just don't look like the poet loving type."
"Well, surprise." She laughed.
"Yeah...surprise." I murmured. Then it hit me. I'm in a car. Not just a car. But her car. Miss Torres' car. Never in a million years would I have dreamed I'd be here. And so fast. What, I've known her for like less then a week and already she's giving me a free ride? Either she's extremely nice and maybe a little crazy, or Lola was right and she's a lot crazy.
We stopped in front of a tiny little building that was squished between an apartment building and an old beat up police station that had one cop car outside...and it was missing two of it's tires. Well, at least I feel safe now.
We walked in and found a table in the back of the room. It was a lot bigger then it had orignally looked. She was right, the thing was a library. Rows and rows and rows of books lined row after row after row of shelves. Only a small section in the front by the front desk didn't have any books around. But instead it had little cheap tables and chairs that looked like they'd been stolen from outside a fancy french resteraunt.
"Life...is but madness in a box." The tall, skinny man said into the microphone that was hanging lop sided off the mic stand. He had on those poet glasses, the square ones, and looked pretty gay in his turtle neck sweater and tight purple pants.
"Who is this fruit cake?" I asked Miss Torres after another ten minutes of listening to him talk from our little table in the back. Nothing he said made any sense. It sounded pointless and completely insane.
"The owner. That's why he hasn't gotten booed off the stage yet." She whispered to me. I nodded and looked around the room. All the other tables were filled with real people. Two chairs per table, and a total of seven tables. A person stood behind the front counter that had a mini gift shop around it.
"Does he ever stop?" I complained with a smile.
"Nope." She replied while folding her hands on the table.
"Then we should make our own fun until he's gone." I smirked. "Like a questionaire type deal. Twenty questions. Something like that."
"Okay?" She giggled looking at me with a strange expression that I couldn't place.
"You said you like old music, what's your favorite band?" I asked quietly.
"Tough, but I'd have to say The Beatles. They're just the best." She smiled brightly.
"Are you kidding? I love them!" I whispered so I wouldn't disturb the other poetry nerds.
"Wow, someone else with good taste in music." She giggled.
"Yeah...so, your turn to ask me something." I smiled as butterflies filled my stomach. I was almost falling off my chair waiting for her to say something.
"What's your favorite color?" She asked after a long time of her just thinking.
"That's the best you can come up with?" I teased before answering, "Orange."
"Nah, I'm more of a blue person." She replied.
"Orange is bright though. It's easy to see and makes people notice you when you wear it." I explained.
"But blue can be soft sometimes, and it can be powerful the next." She countered.
"Alright...I can see that." I replied with a smile. "When was your first kiss?"
She smiled to herself for a moment before looking down at her hands and saying, "When I was 18."
"Shut up!" I whispered with a shocked smile on my face. Get outta here, 18? Psssh, that's insane!
"I was a very shy person." She defended. "I didn't talk a lot, but that's because I planned everything before I said it. It was all about having a plan to me, I got that from my parents. And boys and having a relationship just weren't in that plan."
"Well didn't you go on dates and stuff?" I asked while leaning forward. This was more interesting then the crap they make us learn in school.
"No one ever asked me." She replied quietly.
"What about that Shane guy?" I asked, thinking back to the picture of him and her in her office.
"He was just friend, a very close friend, until he found out I didn't have a date for prom. He didn't go to my school, but he asked me to go with him so that I wouldn't be alone. And on prom night I had my first kiss with him while we were dancing. The perfect fairy tale story." She answered with a small smile.
"What happened?" I asked, my eyes wide with interest. This was better then a movie.
"He never took me home." She said quietly. "Instead he left with the popular prom queen, Tess Tyler. That night was the last time I ever talked to him."
"Sorry about asking." I quickly said when I saw how sad she was. "It wasn't any of my business."
"No, it's okay. It's all in the past." She laughed quietly.
"Well...I guess that's gonna be your bait to get me to talk about my life." I whispered after a few moments of no talking.
"Now that you mention it..." She smiled.
"Yeah...well, where do I start?" I laughed to myself. "I guess...I guess my childhood would work. But it was pretty crappy. All my parents do is fight, and a divorce is out of the question...we don't have the money. Even with my dad working full time with his job at that factory and my mom working two shifts at that old retro diner in town."
"Sounds hard." She commented, that blank shrink expression showing up.
"Yeah but...it was a lot easier when I was little. When I turned five everything went downhill. Mom started drinking just as much as dad does, they both smoke like half a pack a day, and the house is a wreck. Clothes all over the floor, everything dirty and dishes piled up in the sink." I explained.
"And you told me that they're not...abusive right? No offense to anyone, Caitlyn, I'm just making sure. It's not my job any more, it's our friendship. I just want to know that you're okay." She said every word slowly and like it had a meaning. But maybe it did.
"They don't touch me. Of course I'm never around to touch." I replied. "I only go home when I have to. I spend the night with anyone who'll let me. I borrow clothes from other people. I carry everything I need with me. But right now all my crap is in Lola's car."
"The girl that danced with you?" She guessed.
"Yeah...the girl I was there with. I think she was looking for a relationship or something out of that but she got pissed off that I was talking to you and I bailed." I informed her.
"For talking to me? Why would she get mad over something like that?" She asked.
"Like it couldn't be any more obvious that I have a huge crush on y-..." I caught myself a little too late. I'd always been so open to the girls that I like that I've never had to keep my crushes a secret, but this time I just forgot to keep it zipped.
I knew I was blushing as I looked up to see her staring straight at me. Her brown eyes cut into mine like laser beams were shooting out of them. I swallowed hard, the butterflies exploding inside me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest like a giant bass drum. But even through all that, I felt good know that she knows. Even if it just slipped out, it's nice. It gives me that power I crave.
The feeling of the power of how I'm in control right now because I caught her off guard made me smirk. Her eyes grew wide, and a look of panic spread across her features.
"Anyways..." I smiled. "I don't really go home. And I was planning on staying at Lola's tonight, and it's too late to get to Sander's because no doubt he already at home and asleep, and everyone else is back at the party. So...can I crash on your couch?"
It's bold, it's risky, it's kinda stupid, but I think she's considering it. I actually think she might say yes. Her look of panic is gone, and her expression is thoughtful...that's good right?
"I...this one has to be against some rule." She shook her head like she couldn't believe she was even thinking about it.
"I won't say anything if you won't." I whispered with a smirk. She smiled, laughed twice, and finally shook her head yes.
"If get in trouble I'm saying to drugged me." She laughed. Sometimes when she says things like this I forget that she's even older then me. She doesn't sound or act like someone of authority. Someone who could get me in trouble at school. Someone that's even out of school.
"I'll take that. And they'll believe you." I laughed. "But you know what I don't believe?"
"What?" She asked while smiling brightly again.
"That this guy is still up there." I laughed while pointing towards turtle neck boy on the stage talking about sheep or something.
It didn't take long to get to Miss Torres' cute little one level home. I noticed that her lawn was evenly cut and she had no freaky land ornaments like old teachers do as we walked up the pathway to the front door. It took her a minute to find the right key and finally got the door unlocked. A nicely sized dog ran out and malled me. She laughed and grabbed at it's collar and dragged it inside, asking me if I was okay.
"Yeah, if you like getting attacked and slobbered on." I giggled while wiping the dog spit on my jeans.
"Sorry, Lady just gets a little too excited sometimes." She laughed while shutting the door behind me and locking it up. She sighed while turning around and walking further into the home. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was nice. Compared to my house, this was heaven.
"Make yourself comfortable." She told me while walking to a kitchen area and placing her purse on the counter.
"I love your house." I said while sitting down the soft couch and kicking off my shoes. I smiled to myself. Not only a car ride, but she's letting me sleep at her house? How much more lucky can I get?!
"Thank you." She smiled while offering me a water. I took it remembering that I had ordered two waters at the club. I tried to think about what I did with second one, but I just drew a blank. I shrugged it off and sipped down some of the cold liquid.
"Thanks for letting me crash here. You're officially my favorite person in the entire world." I told her once she'd taken a seat beside me and turned on the television in front of us.
"Just don't go around saying anything. I don't want your friends showing up asking to sleep on my couch." She laughed while flipping through the channels.
"Looks to me like you could use a little action around here. This place is too...parentally approved." I shivered at the pricy looking vase on a shelf over by the wall.
"What do you expect a teacher's house to look like?" She laughed while flipping the channel to some celebrity dance show.
"Like crap." I simply said before adding, "But a twenty-three year old single woman should have a totally kicking house. This is your very own pad away from your parents! Why's it such a granny house?"
"I don't know." She said thoughtfully while looking at the walls. "Granny house?" She asked while looking over at me.
"Yeah." I answered while grinning and pretending to watch the show when really all I did was try not to let it show how badly it burned to have her eyes staring a hole through me.
"Maybe some day I'll fix it up. Make it more...cool." She finally said.
"Hopefully some day soon." I agreed with my smirk showing. "Cuz I'm like a puppy. Let me in once, and I just keep coming back for more."
She stared me straight in the eyes, wondering whether to lay down the law and say I can never come back, or whether to just ignore me and let me say what I want.
"I don't know about that." She smiled while looking over at the television.
"You say that now...but we've known each other how long? I've already got you coming to parties for me, driving me around, letting me crash at your granny house. Who knows what I'll be getting you to do after you really get to know me." I smirked as her eyes slowly moved to lock with mine again. I couldn't help myself, given the situation, so I winked at her. She blushed, and I realized that that was covered with double meanings. I just smiled at her and turned back to the TV.
"You're really different from all the other kids." She slowly told me after a small silence. "You seem to lack the ability to keep your mouth shut and to think before you speak."
"I'm taking that as a compliment." I smiled without looking at her brown eyes that were staring me down.
"I'm not saying any of this as a bad thing, but you're just really different." She narrowed her gaze at me like I was the fine print on some contract. "Most kids are easy to read. I can tell if they're telling me the truth based on how they act. But you act...so differently."
"I get it." I told her in fake I'm-tired-of-this tone. "I'm different."
"It's just that..." She continued like I didn't say anything. "...you're so unique. The way your body language talks and the way you say your words don't make any sense. They don't match. Nothing you do is what I think you're gonna do. It's always a surprise. You're like a mystery, Caitlyn. Maybe that's why I'm so willing to do things for you. I just want to know you better. I want to know how Caitlyn Gellar works."
I glanced over at her, and the shrink face was on. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the TV.
"You've got issues." I replied. "You're twenty freakin' three and all you do is think about school this, and school that. Students this, teachers that. Don't you have a life outside of school? I personally can not wait to get away from it."
"School is my world." She replied like I'd asked her the time. "It's the base of everything. With out it we'd all fall apart."
"Yeah, sure. And then the Cookie Monster will be our king and we'll be forced to worship him and move to Mexico to be slaves and only wear old granny golf clothes." I sarcastically added.
"Some day you'll know what I mean." She replied with a smile.
"What about Camp Rock. Tell me about when you went there. You said something about being able to sing." I changed the subject. She looked away from me and off into space.
"I loved singing. Before learning and teaching, it was the only thing I cared about. Anything to do with music I had covered. And I hated school when I was in it, so some days I'd skip just to go play my guitar in some random park." She sighed.
"I do that too." I looked at her with wide eyes. Miss Torres is a fruit, that I know, but there's this whole other side to her. She's just like an older me, only too fruity tooty.
"Yeah, well you shouldn't." She replied. "But...Camp Rock was my place. I remember how happy I was when I finally convinced my mom to let me go. She went with me, being the cook and everything, but it was still the best summer of my life. I'll never forget it."
"And you met that Shane guy there." I added, surprised I could remember his name.
"One of the many highlights of the trip." She smiled. "Shane's a great guy, he just had some ego issues when I met him. But we've been best friends ever since..."
"Where's he at now?" I asked in a soft tone. I silently prayed he wasn't dead. I can't handle sobbing people.
"China...I think." She replied. "He's all over. He sends post cards every now and then, but other then that we don't communicate."
I could feel the worry and sadness in her voice. Either she's got allergies or something, or there's more to this Shane guy then she's letting on.
"Did you love him?" I asked in the softest voice I could. She looked down at her hands, then slowly up at me with a lost puppy look.
"I don't think we should talk about my love life." She quietly replied.
"And I don't believe that Valentines Day is a real holiday." I countered. "Now spill."
"Caitlyn, I really don't..." She began, but I cut her off.
"Spill." I demanded while staring directly into her brown eyes. They reminded me somewhat of a puppy's eyes when they're begging. Big, innocent, and impossible not to love.
"Maybe you should go to bed." She said in a weak voice. I could tell she that she would never be the assertive type. I'm starting to wonder why this push over is a teacher.
"Maybe you should just tell me the truth." I replied in the same tone as before. The one that said I'm never gonna give up.
She didn't say anything. For a second I thought I'd won but she just stood up and left the room. After a minute of staring at the spot on the couch she had just been sitting on, she came back. I felt something soft thump my head and turned to see a pillow flopping to the floor after bouncing off me. Shortly after a giant blanket landed on my lap.
"Goodnight, Caitlyn." She said in a quiet but firm voice. I looked up at her with the sadest face I could. I even brought out the puppy dog eyes that I hoped came even a little close to what hers had looked like. She gave me this heartbroken stare before clearing her throat and moving her eyes to stare hard at the floor.
"Night...Mitchie." I smirked. I couldn't tell what shocked her more. The fact that I knew her first name, or the fact that I used it. She looked up at me with that narrow eyed shrink look, like she's trying to figure me out. I just kept smiling to myself because I knew I'd won this round. Miss Torres might be the adult and might keep saying no to questions about her love life, but I'm still Caitlyn Gellar. And that means there's a lot more coming for her then she could even dream.
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AN: How do you guys like it so far? And I was wondering what you call the Lola and Caitlyn pairing. I've never seen it before...Cola XD