A Legacy for Katherine

Chapter 9 - How it's Going to Be

Is it a crime if I run him over? Well, he's lucky that I don't feel like committing a crime. Besides, I don't want blood on the hood of my shiny metallic white Mercedes.

Is it petty of me to drive off without parking at my usual spot when I see him standing there? If it is, then I am very petty and I am mad....and hurt.

I park further away from the school entrance. This is where juniors and those who Jane considered losers park their cars.

I have to sit back for a moment and take a deep calming breath before I get out. The parking lot is almost full and I decided to enjoy the appreciative looks I'm getting from the underclassmen when I get out of the car. It's good for my battered ego. It's something I didn't notice or care to notice when I was with Dillon because he was the only one that I saw.

"Cat," Dillon calls out, jogging over to me. I knew he'd find me. I should've run him over.

Girls are staring at him. He does look good in that shirt. Darn him!

Dillon Palmer has that adorably handsome and charming face, with those blue eyes and dirty blond hair. He looks friendly and open, unlike Elias Gauthier who looks like a complication, mystery, and bad decision.

Being with Dillon is like wadding in a shallow river while being with Elias would be like jumping off a cliff when you have no idea how deep the water below goes.

Being with Dillon should be easy...it had been easy, or at least that's what I thought. Now I'm doubting everything. Has he cheated on me before? How long has he and Jane been going behind my back? Does everyone else know about it? Does Giselle? Does Tilly? Am I the last one to know? Do I look as stupid as I'm feeling?

He waves a bit as he gets closer but I don't wait around for him. In fact, I hitch my bag up higher on my shoulder and walk faster toward the school entrance.

He moves much quicker than I am, soon, he's right beside me.

"Don't touch me!" I hiss as he makes a move to grab my arm.

"Cat, just stop for a minute. Please...let's talk," he says. After what I saw last night, it hurts even just to look at him now. How could he?

"I don't want to talk," I snap. I'd better get away before I start to cry again. God, I hate crying, especially in front of others. We're already drawing attention.

"Come on, Cat..." he pleads as I keep walking, almost running. "Cat, please..."

Why can't he just leave me alone?

"Cat, she came on to me!" he blurts out.

I stop to round on him. "You had a girlfriend, you should have said no! It's that simple, Dillon. It didn't look like you were held at gunpoint last night."

"It's not like that, Cat," he argues.

"Then what's it like? Because that's precisely how it looked to me. Don't tell me you just happened to stumble and trip into her vagina! And you had two! Two of them in bed with you!" I yell. "We're done! We are so done!"

Dillon is looking around us with a hard stare and I realize just how much attention we're getting. Everybody is quiet. They are all staring at us.

No doubt everyone heard me. Now they are going to talk about us because people have nothing better to do.

"We're not done!" Dillon whispers urgently, grasping me under the elbow.

I quickly jerk my arm away. "I don't want to talk to you, so stop following me. Go bother someone else who gives a damn. Maybe Jane will do," I hiss under my breath so that only he can hear me.