A Cat Called Steve

Chapter Eight: Never Settle with the Skater Dude

 Hello My Childerberries!

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This Chapter's song is I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz! I was tempted to make this chapter's song sk8r boi but I think that would have been quite painful. I love I Won't Give Up and it actually makes me cry when I watch the video so please watch it, it's soooo worth it.

Okay, I'm going to go now and stop it with the rambling because I'm just wasting your reading time ...

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Chapter Seven: never settle for the Skater Dude

I’d been to my fair share of parties in my lifetime.

I could safely say that this was by far the best one ever!

Then again, in saying that, all the parties that I had been to had been thrown by my fellow classmates in school and they weren’t exactly the best party throwers in the world. At one party, a girl actually threw up in my hair. I smelled for days.

This didn’t seem like the puking-in-a-randomer’s-hair kind of party though. This was the kind of party that you say in the movies. The ones with the couples making out on the stairs and ear bursting music and those red plastic cups that seemed to appear everywhere.

My wonder was interrupted, however, by the loud screams as I heard someone jump in a pool out the back. There we were, Steve, Stacey and I were standing outside Malinda’s house. We’d planned this out yesterday. We’d get in, mingle a little, then find Malinda alone and question her about the spell.

Stacey, who was standing on my right, was all prettied up, hair and makeup done, with an exited look on her face. Steve, on my left, also looked pretty awesome (bar the terrified expression). I, on the other hand, was pretty sure that I fit into the category of the dork that didn’t even try. I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt, along with some light makeup. To people who knew me, this would look like a huge improvement if they looked closely. This was because my jeans were a little tighter than usual and my t-shirt a little lower cut. In general though, I was nothing compared to the other girls in this place.

“Well,” I spoke to my two best friends. “Let’s do this.”

We all walked in together and I was taken by surprise at how many people actually turned up to this thing. I was being squished by a tall, hockey player-looking guy who was flirting with some redhead with pigtails.

Steve grabbed my hand and managed to pull me over to an edge of the room. We were squished up together in a corner next to some skater looking guy with blond dreads. He gave us a cool nod and we both nodded back awkwardly. I craned my neck to look over the sea of people, all grinding and bouncing, to see where Stacey was. Some random dude was flirting with her and handing her one of those red cups. I sighed. She wasn’t going to be of any use today.

Suddenly, a slow song started. People started to couple off. I gulped. I gulped because I realised that I was going to have to dance to get through this crowd. And I was probably going to have to dance with Steve. I mean, it’s not like I hadn’t danced with a guy before because I had. And I knew how to dance. I just didn’t know how to slow dance. Besides if you were to dance with a guy who looked like Steve, you’d be scared you were going to do something stupid, right?