You can see Caitlin staring at you from the other side of the lockers. She’s leaning against the wall, looking at you like you’re a piece of meat while holding her basketball since she just came out from practice

You try to ignore her, why is she staring at you? She has never spoken to you. You keep looking into your locker, trying to look busy, when you suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder, which sends shivers down your spine.

“You can look at me, I won’t bite. Yet.”

Says a deep female voice, followed by a chuckle. It’s Caitlin.