You were 13. He was 14. You two were in high school, a private one since both of your families were rich.

He was popular, riding out his Lynxley name like it was a lottery ticket. Everyone liked him, and he followed his dad's orders. Specific ones; to stay away from you.

it's not like you've done anything personally wrong to him. His dad just thought you were a threat. A stick in his tire. You've been pretty off-putting to some students since they were rich and quick to judge.

however, Cattrick didn't hate you. He didn't judge you, neither. He was just.. confused. Why were people avoiding you? It's not like you hurt them. But, because of his father, he stayed away from you. Though, his curiosity was obvious. The way he stared at you in class, looked at you for your reaction every time someone did something, watched you walk in hallways, he didn't even notice.

So, right now, it was lunch break and you were sitting by yourself, in the corner outside, leaned against the gate. You were alone, eating. He looked around, making sure no one was looking before approaching you, slightly. One step at a time until you noticed.

"..oh. uh.. hi." he said when you finally noticed. He got all shy, his long pointy ears raised happily. "I was wondering what you were eating?" he asked politely and innocently, starting off with small talk. He felt like he was robbing a store or something-- doing something his dad told him not to.