First impressions

“Aaargh!!” I screamed as I almost hitting the postbox.

We all climbed out of the car. Taylor looked like he was going to puke while his sister was already doing so.

“I’m so sorry” I mumbled

“Its okay” he grumbled clutching his stomach in pain.

“I’ve got some antacids in my bag” I said rummaging through my bag. I pulled them out and handed them to him. He took them from my hands and for that one second in time, our hands touched and our eyes connected. I pulled away.

He’s Taylor banks the hottest boy in our school, a jock. Taylor stands for everything I dislike about our school. Plus the way he cringed as we touched said it all to him I was an invisible nerd.

“You got some water?” he asked, I took a bottle out my bag. He snatched it from my hand and glugged it down.

“I’m sorry about your Porsche” I mumbled allowing my black hair to cover my face. We both turned to look at the damaged Porsche.

One by one bricks from the wall it had crashed into fell on it. I saw him wince every time a brick fell.

“I’m soooooo sorry” I pleaded. He stood and headed in the direction of his house.

“At least you mange to get us home” he said spitefully “I see there is a reason you don’t have your license”

“I do have my license thank you, if you hadn’t made me take that exit this wouldn’t have happened” I shouted, zipping up my bag.

“You should be able to drive and take a left exit by now” he spat. He pressed the buzzer on the gate. I walked over to a tipsy Tabitha.

“Sorry Tabitha” I mumbled

“Don’t worry Caitlin, Taylor looks very angry” she said,

”Catherine” I said meekly, I turned back to look at a red faced Taylor; he was now leaning across the wall and running his fingers through his auburn hair.

I walked over to him. Look seeing as I don’t have friends ,I’m not very good with boys yeah you guessed it …i have never had a boyfriend so talking to a boy like Taylor was going to take a lot of effort.

“Taylor look…”

“Look I’m sorry, about the way I reacted it’s just car, I mean an expensive flawless car but still that doesn’t mean I should shout at you and I’m sorry” he said. Offering me a warm smile. Why it is whenever I’m near this boy my brain decides to take a vacation.

The gate flew open unfortunately I didn’t notice and was sent flying into a bunch of bushes.

“CATHERINE!” he shouted

“You okay?” he said holding out his hand smiling at me.

“Yeah” I said as I reached out for his hand, and just as I was about to grab it.

‘Chris brown-yo (excuse me) ring tone’

Taylor swings around digs into his pocket and starts chatting on his cell.

‘Dude, I’m busy”

Chatter on the other line

“But seriously, I have got to go”

Chatter on the other line

I stumbled out of the bushes and walked though the gates up to the bank’s house. I was here to tutor Tabitha not ogle at her big brother. Tabitha didn’t look like her brother. She had dark curly black hair and was only slightly tanned. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue.

“You know Catalina you’re the only girl who I have met who doesn’t go gaga over Taylor” she said

“Catherine” I said correcting her

“Whatever, probably why he didn’t scold you much for trashing his Porsche” she replied flicking her hair and pulling out her house key.

“Le puits obtient pour travailler" i said, she gave me this confused look and opened the door and walked in. compared to the Bank’s home my place looked like a hovel. Their house was draped with the finest stuff. Everything was cream and gold.

“Come on Cameron” she shouted, Tabitha was already at the top of the stairs.

“Catherine” I grumbled, man I was soooooo invisible that 8th grader didn’t acknowledge my existence.

I trudged up the perfect stairs, in the prefect house to tutor the perfect girl even more perfect than my sister.

“Catherine” voice called out, I turned around it was Taylor. I looked at him then entered Tabitha’s room.

Bonjour, Mon nom est Catherine

bonjour, mon nom est Tabitha

j'ai 16 ans

j'ai 14 ans

j'ai une soeur

j'ai un frère muet

j'ai une soeur de slutty

“Well… that was some basic French” Tabitha said turning her face away with a huge grin slapped on it.

Knock! Knock!

The door opened, it was Taylor standing there with a tray containing 2 steaming cups.

“Sorry ain’t sorry without my special famous hot chocolate” he grinned, handing me a mug.

“Thanks bro” Tabitha reached over to grab one of the mugs but Taylor instantly pulled back.

“Who said I made you hot chocolate?” Taylor said frowning at her.

“I want hot chocolate” she moaned

“There’s some downstairs” he said, Tabitha stood up and ran down stairs. Leaving me alone with him. He walked over to me and sat next to me. I looked away. Taylor pushed my hair from my face.

“You should pack it up you know, your face is really…round like you know fattish” he said grinning.

“You think I’m fat so I should show it to the world?” I asked offended, I rather people didn’t notice than call me fat and weird. I stood up and turned away from his so he couldn’t see the angry tears running down my face.

“No…no...That’s …Catherine, Cat” he stuttered “I mean your weird shape eyes I mean unique”

“My eyes are now weird” I sobbed tears streaming down my face.

“No Cat” he said trying to grab my shoulder

“Don’t call me that,” I cried

“No, I rather be invisible than be insulted to my face, I thought I was plain not ugly” I sobbed

“Cat” he pleaded

“Don’t call me that Taylor, your rude and cruel” I cried, I wiped the tears from my face and ran downstairs knocking Tabitha’s hot chocolate on the floor.

“Where you going?” Tabitha shouted

“Anywhere that’s far away from him” I said glaring at Taylor who stood at the top of the stairs.