Overthinker [RE-WRITE]

Part I: The First, Worst Day...(1/2)

[~Cat's POV~]
I  woke up to my alarm, having already snoozed it twice. "C'mon, Cat, breakfast's getting cold!' I hear my dad call out from the kitchen. I shift around in my bed, checking my phone- the usual zero notifications- before caving to the smell of bacon filling my room. I throw on the outfit I planned out last night- dress shirt, tie, black pants, and a handful of my favorite rings/bracelets.

I check my bag to make sure I have everything before slowly descending the stairs, noticing my dad working the stove while my mom sits quietly, reading her favorite book. "Jeez, Cat, about time... Mom was getting ready to come wake ya herself!" He says, turning to the table with a soft smile as I sit down, putting a large plate of food infront of all three of us. "Excited for your first day, hun?" My mom asks, finally looking up from her book. My chest pangs a little. "Honestly...not really." I say. I already have several reasons, most of them based around my 'surgery', as Dad lovingly calls it. Dad clears his throat, knowing why. He's been much more accepting of everything, compared to her.

"Well, eat up! I'll drive you for these first few days, but we should get you on the bus program sooner rather then later, alright?" My dad says, his face bright with hope- something that makes me smile for a second. That is, until my mom buries her face back into her book, then I feel the smile fade away. Breakfast was quiet the rest of the morning, and when I finished up, me and dad talked out a bit of my nervousness on the drive there. "Just remember, bud, if anything happens, you call me, okay? You and I both know you dont need any more stess this year." He said, giving that smile that makes everything feel a little bit better.


{=Mike's POV=}
I wake up to my mom calling me from my bedroom door. I slowly sit up, trying to understand the list of instructions she's giving me, finnicking for my glasses. "...eat breakfast...work until 6...figure dinner out..." is all I can make out as she walks away, leaving me in my bed in a tired daze. I trudge myself out of bed and to my closet, throwing on the first clothes I manage to grab from the giant pile sitting in there. I throw a hoodie over the whole thing, throw on my headphones, and make my way to the kitchen.

I make a bowl of cereal, saying goodbye to my mother as she heads to work. After the whole...argument, between her and dad, stuff hasnt felt very 'real' recently. I poke at my cereal, taking a few bites before dumping it. "lets just get today over with." I say to myself, checking my phone, noticing that there aren't any good-morning texts from Torri- my girlfriend. I shoot one to her, figuring she's slept in, before getting my bag and hopping onto my bike, heading to school.

I make it about 10 minutes before my first hour starts, so I stop by the vending machine. Thankfully, I bump into a friend- Samuel. "h-hey, samuel. how've you been?" I ask him, my voice still tired and rough. Samuel turns to look at me, seemingly...surprised?  "...holy shit, you're not dead?!" I look at him with concern. "...y...yeah? why did you think i was?" He steps closer to me, looking around nervously before whispering. "listen dude, Torri's been on one all morning- saying shit like you cheated on her over summer, gaslighting her into staying by saying you were gonna 'off yourself' if she left...everyone in school's been talking about it, how've you not heard?!" I feel my heart sink, starting to overthink. I havent said ANYTHING like that to her- quite the opposite, actually. "...what?! i-i never...I can literally prove it, look!"

I get my phone out, opening my messages to discover that all of the texts between me and her have been carefully deleted and/or augmented. "...what the hell? they weren't like this this morning..." I watch as Samuel slowly starts walking away from me. "h-hey, sam, c'mon man...you dont actually believe her over me, r-right?" I ask, watching as he continues walking away. I start to overthink even more, texting Torri. 'hey, what's going on? samuel said you're saying a bunch of stuff about me and you, and now you've messed with our chats...did i do something wrong?' I send the text to her, hearing the first bell ring and hurrying to my first class.

-+(=MATH CLASS=)+-

[~Caz's POV~]

I sit more towards the back of the class, taking a look around to note everything- pens, pencils, rulers, caclulators...usual math class things, as well as plenty of more decorative things. The teacher begins the class, only for someone to come in late, visibly nervous. I can feel everyones eyes fall onto him, mine joining. "s-sorry for being late, Mr. Smith..." He says, adjusting his bag against his shoulders. 'just...dont keep up the trend like last year, Mike.' Smith grumbles, waiting for him to take a seat. He scoots awkwardly past everyone- including me- and sits in the far back corner of the class, still visibly nervous. My brain keeps drifting back to him, for some stupid reason. 'Mike...' I say in my head, matching the name to the face. I look back at him, curious as to what has him so shaken up this morning.


{=Mike's POV=}

I tap my leg nervously as I stare out the window, unable to go without checking my phone every so often, waiting for Torri to say something. 'c'mon...you opened the message, I know you saw it...' I think to myself, looking up to see a rather clean-looking gentleman staring at me from over his shoulder. I pause for a moment, confused. He leans in closer. "Hey, uhm...I know it isnt probably my business to ask, but... you alright? You seem..." His eyes look me up and down gently. "...worried." He finishes the sentence, the scent of cinnamon hitting my nose. 

"o-oh, uhm... im alright. just...relationship issues." I say, trying to avoid talking too much about the issue. I watch as he nods softly. "i get that, i get that...O-Oh, im Cat, by the way. I'm...kinda new here." He says, sticking a hand out towards me. I grab it nervously, returning the handshake. "uhm...m-mike." I say, watching as they face forward again, focusing on the teacher. ''new here'...? I swear i've seen him around...' I think to myself.

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Yeah...im splitting this into two parts. My apologies, but this one chapter is already over 1000 words T_T I'll get the second part out soon!

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