I instantly pulled away from him, and our eyes locked. His were wider then mine as my hat fell to my shoulders.

"(Y/N)....what the fuck?" his voice stayed in his usual monotone, but his jaw was dropped and his eyes were wide.

I panicked.

"Please don't tell anyone," I pleaded.

I ran out of the car. I left my hat, but I had no time to talk. I ran as fast as I could and made my way home.

Holy fuck. What am I going to do?

*Craig's P.O.V.*

I stared at the empty seat in my car, not even sure how to process what just happened.

She had....ears? Cat ears?

I couldn't process any of it. None of it make any sense to me. How was it even possible? It wasn't.

I slept on it that night, and I decided I was losing mind. I had to be there was no logical explanation for what had happened. I wanted to reach out to one of the guys, but I couldn't. I looked psychotic.

"Dude, what's up with you?" Clyde asked while we were on our way to our first period. "Like you're quiet, but you seem off? Is someone on his gay period?"

"You talk a lot shit for a guy who can't get half the girls I could," I snarled.

"Why would I care about how many girls you could get? You're gay," Clyde shrugged

I knew I was about to strike a nerve. "You only throw that in my face because you know I'm better than you."

Clyde looked like he was going to swallow his own words but said them anyways. "Fine whoever gets the new girl is the better one. I picked the freak so you'd have a better chance."

I pounced on him pinning him to the locker. "What did you say about her?"

"What are you two idiots doing?" Token asked, approaching us.

"Clyde wants to make a bet on who could get (Y/N) first," I growled.

Token shook his head. "Craig, you're gay, and (Y/N) is our friend. You guys need to leave her alone."

I pushed off Clyde and faced Token. "What if I'm not gay?"

Both of them gave me a confused look.

"That's right," I stated a little bit louder, so more of the hall could hear me. "I'm not gay. I tried, but I just can't get it up for dudes like that. So, sorry, oh- and I made out with (Y/N) last night."

I looked down the hall and saw (Y/N) walking. Everyone was either staring at me or her, and she looked terrified, running off.

Fuck, I need to talk to her.