Chapter 2:
-Kaitlin's P.O.V.
After bumping into James, I hurried home to call my best friend Sarah. We've been friends since we were in diapers. No joke. Our parents were college buddies. They used to get together often. I dialed Sarah's number as fast as my fingers would work. She picked up after the second ring.
"Hey, Kaitlin! What's going on?" she said, cheery as always.
"You'll never guess who I just met!" I replied quickly.
"Ummm…I'm completely stumped. Who?"
"James Maslow."
Sarah gasped at my response. "What? How? Tell me everything!" So I filled her in on all of the details. I even explained how he was obviously nervous and how he was rambling.
"It was so cute!" I gushed.
"I can imagine. So when are you two lovebirds getting married?"
"Sarah!" I shrieked, "He might not even call me." Right about ten seconds after I had said that, I heard a beep, signaling that I had call waiting. "Sarah, someone is on the other line. I'll call you back." I disconnected my call with Sarah. "Hello?" I asked. I didn't recognize the number.
"Hey Kaitlin…It's James. You know…the one who knocked you down before."
"How could I forget? It hurt a ton. " I giggled a bit, teasing him by exaggerating.
"Oh jeez, thanks for laying on the guilt. How about I make it up to you by taking you out tonight? Is pizza and a movie good?"
I suddenly began to feel nervous. I began breathing faster. He wants to take me out! Wow! I thought. "I'd love to…as long as you don't knock me down again," I said, again teasing him.
He gasped. "I cannot believe you like to torture me like this!" James started chuckling.
"Oh believe it," I remarked with a smirk on my face.
"Fine, then. I'll pick you up at seven. Where do you live?"
I told him. We hung up. I think tonight is going to be so much fun.
