Cat Life (Life Shots)

Back to School Again.

Date: February 18 20XX
Location: Whitewater High, Toronto
Time: 11:07 AM (EST)
POV: Cookie

      Rage dropped me off home last night, and I couldn't sleep at all.
I stayed up all night, thinking about everything that had happened today. I just couldn't make sense of any of it. I put a scar on his cheek, spent three hours in detention in him, went home with him, listened to a lecture about his fancy home by him, and kissed him, like five times in one hour even though I'm supposed to hate him. I just don't understand. ANYTHING.
     "You okay there?" Will whispers to me very quietly. I can hear him only because of my cat ears. I can hear three times as much as a normal human can. But enough about me.
"Yeah, just a little..." I try to think of the right word. "...tired."
I can't think of a better word to describe myself right now. On the other side of the classroom, Rage is staring absentmindedly out the window and fiddling with his pencil. It's snowing outside.
Will nods, then turns away. He reaches for something in his desk and plays around with it a bit. Then, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I subtly take it out when the teacher has his back turned to us. 

Will: u sure ur ok???

Ugh, leave it to Will to be the super concerned and caring friend.

Me: yes im FINEEEEE >:c

He types something back.

Will: but u look internally dead X_X
Me: im not, leave me alone e_e
Will: dont lie
Me: well if u dont stop asking me about this, im blockin u
Will: nice weather we have today, right? 

I hold back a laugh. He's great at changing the subject (ha ha).

Me: seems like someone else is interested in the snow too (his name starts with an r and has anger issues) 
Will: so what happened between you 2?
Me: its not with HIM. 
Will: liar, ur turning red //////
Me: am NOTTTTTTT
Will: how bout i go ask him then?

"Miss Cat, what are you doing under the desk?"
I jolt. 
"You too, Mr. Zymah."
Will mumbles a quick apology to the teacher and I do too, then pocket my phone again. Rage is looking at me, but so is the rest of the class. Nothing very notable. 
    I drop down on my knees heavily on the grass at lunch, sighing. Will calmly sits down next to me. He hasn't really asked about Rage yet, but I know he will now. And sure enough I'm right.
"So," he begins, but I cut him off. 
"If it's about Rage, I'm not answering anything. You know I hate the guy and I'd never hang around his type."
I don't know why I'm hiding it from Will, if there's anyone I can trust it's him. But I guess I don't want to be harassed or called impulsive by anyone.
Will stares into my eyes for maybe ten seconds. His dark chocolate coloured eyes bore into mine and I start feeling a bit weirded out. Then he looks away.
"Whatever you say." But I'm not sure he believes me.

Date: February 18 20XX
Location: Whitewater High, Toronto
Time: 12:46 AM (EST)
POV: Rage

     I try to interact with Cat as little as I can, because like her, I'm really not in the mood for my friends teasing me about how I ended up with her of all people. They can still tell I'm preoccupied, though. 
"Yo, Rage," Mark slaps my back, "You in there? You ain't talking much!"
I look down at him (he's about 4 inches shorter than me) and silence him with one of my signature glares. Too bad I can't really glare at 4 people at once.
Tim, Lee, and Reg start questioning me but I'm not gonna answer a single question. My time with her is private and mine alone. Well, maybe for a short time, but still mine.