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I can only think of Kat, and what she is thinking, to let her know that Stephanie and I are through, she holds no interest to me anymore, not that she ever really did. I don’t really think about how or what, I just do. I jump in my car and head for Jefferson Avenue. I have Kat’s routine down; Starbucks, sometimes she’ll walk on the Riverwalk, but usually she just heads home. I’d meet her there, catch her of guard. I wait for half-an-hour, before I finally catch a glimpse of her. I would have waited all night if necessary. I can tell by her apprehension to keep moving, I startled her. The need to reach her, to look into her big brown eyes, makes me move at lightning speed. I jump out of my car, meeting her steps. I have every intention of asking her to hang out with me this weekend, but her pouty red lips take me by surprise.
    Was it a ballsy move...hell yeah!
    I don’t even know why I do it, I lean over and kiss her, tasting the cinnamon that still lingers on her lips from her coffee. I wanted to see how they felt, how she tasted, and even though it was brief, it was the best kiss I have ever had. I’ve kissed plenty of girls in the last few years, but I feel something different the moment I feel them, my head is in a daze, and I just want more of her.
    I’m a little surprised when she slaps me across the face, but it was so worth it. The only thing that wasn’t worth it, was her running inside and leaving me alone. She always plays the tough chick role, but somewhere inside of her I know it’s just a front. Anything would have been better than her turning away, and slamming the door. Anything!
    The only thing I had hope for now, is that she enjoyed me kissing her, as much as I enjoyed doing it. I guess I’d find out soon enough.
    I sit in my car, not sure if I should go ring the doorbell and pull her back outside, or to leave and head to practice. Shit, practice! I had almost forgotten Max was coming over to practice a new song, I know he’ll be there waiting to pounce. I hate leaving, pulling out of her driveway, but I know I have tomorrow, and I plan to make the most of it.
    I’m right, Max is already rocking it out in my garage, looking pissed off as I approach.
    “Hey, man,” I say.
    “Dude, where’ve ya been?” he asks.
    I shrug. “I just had something to take care of.” I hesitate trying to change the subject. “What do you got for me?”
    He looks me up and down, trying to figure out whatever or wherever I have been. Max knows me very well, and insists I wear my feelings on my shirt sleeve. The downfall of a singer and sometimes half decent song writer. Not that we play any of those songs. We only play other groups music.
    “You were with that chick, weren’t you?” he asks.
    I sigh, rubbing my hair through my fingers.
    “You really don’t think she’s got something?” I ask, hopeful.
    “No. I don’t,” he barks.
    He turns his attention back to the drums, so I pick up my guitar trying to avoid further bashing of my feelings for Kat.
    Max’s opinion has always meant a lot to me, but for some reason he doesn’t like Kat, which surprises me. Max likes almost any good looking girl, and there is no question, Kat is good looking. I know from all the chatter at school, I’m not the only one who thinks so.
    The two hours fly by, without another word of Kat, and I am relieved, I don’t like discussing her with him. I can’t get her or the feel of those red lips out of my head, and I can’t wait for History class tomorrow.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

KAT
     
    I FEEL LOST!
    My mother’s sudden departure is eating me up inside. Sometimes I don’t even feel like a teenager anymore. I feel like the weight of the world is sitting uncomfortably on my shoulders weighing me down, a little more as each day passes.
    I can’t help but think of Cameron and his kiss, I liked it and was definitely interested in more, but what did I do? I hit him and then ran away like