A complete idiot.
A complete asshole.
And Cate’s completley wrapped around his finger. Just another reason for me to hate him. I glared towards him through the window of Cate’s basement even though I knew no one could see it. But then again, Cate keeps looking towards the window that I’m watching from, making my heart spaz out and myself to dive towards the bushes beside me. Every time her hazel eyes seemed to be searching for something, most likely me.
But then again, she doesn’t really know that I like her. Heck, she doesn’t even know how many times I’ve been at her house, peeking through this window (27 times).
As I spied on the party I wasn’t invited to again someone tapped me on the shoulder, causing me to shot up from my crouching position.
It was Mrs Johnson, “Lucas, have you seen Fluffy?”
“Sorry, Im allergic to cats,” I calmly stated and the woman walked away, everso worried about her feline. I turned back to the window only to have someone tap me again, “What are you doing?”
It was Cate.