Cat looked up and down the railroad tracks and saw nothing for miles in the dying sunlight. Good, she thought as she lit up a smoke. The fight with that Books bitch (she made a mental note to call her BB from now on) still bothered her. Not a lot of people yelled at her anymore – cops maybe but that was whatever. Cops yelled like fish swam – it didn’t mean she had to care about it. BB was just another cop in disguise – so why was Cat so upset? Cat’s parents never yelled, they would just get quietly disappointed and mope around a bit because god forbid they like – be parents. They always acted more like zoo keepers trying to not upset the tigers in case it took out their fucking throats. Fucking sheeple. As for Jay... that was a whole other fucking thing – fucking traitor.
Cat took another puff. So why was she upset? She guessed cause as weird and messed up as this place was, it was better than Stoneybrook. Cat thought she would miss her friends, but it had been about a week now and she didn’t really – her friends were all just like her – hustlers, juvenile delinquents. They cared no more about her than they cared about their next score or hit, same as her. Ok, so no one had like, showed they cared tons about her up here, but no one had hit her up for cash or drugs either. So did she want to stay? Is that why she was so mopey? But behaving so she could fit in wasn’t in Cat’s vocabulary and BB could come at her again and Cat’d be goddamned if she’d take it like some punk – but then again – maybe Cat didn’t want to go either... It was a scary thought. She took another drag.
All of a sudden, she heard a rustling coming up from the bushes. Cat panicked, pinched the end of the cigarette with her fingers and ate the cigarette whole. A move she hadn’t done since she was 14. Cat coughed and spluttered at the taste of ash and dying embers when the figure emerged from the bushes. It wasn’t BB, but some chick near her age. Cat’s face dropped with relief but also with a bit of disappointment. Cat never got along well with women (except Momma o/c). Against her better judgment she decided to be friendly and gave a little laugh and said, “Holy shit! You scared the shit out of me!” @bibi-jane-sizzler
