Kate Salvato

Turning, you saw Kate Salvato walking toward you. She was a pretty girl with dark, curly hair that fell to the middle of her back, expressive green eyes, and plump, kissable lips. She wore a dark blue hoodie that you knew, based on size, belonged to her boyfriend Tony Norris. Under that was a pink top that showed just the slightest hint of cleavage, a gold necklace drawing the eye to that area as well. Her jeans had rips at the knees and thighs, pushing the limits of the school's dress code.

"Uhh, what's up Kate?" you asked.

She smiled as she finished her approach, and you noticed that she was actually an inch or two taller than you now. She swept some of her hair back behind her hair. "I just wanted to talk to you for a bit?"

You glanced at James who only shrugged back at you. "Sure?" you say, almost like it was a question. Kate beams at you and takes your hand, pulling you back through the halls. She led you to an empty classroom and pulled you inside. "How are you holding up, Alex? After the accident last week... Well, you were on my mind a lot."

Right, she was in class when this whole thing started. "I'm doing as well as can be expected, I think."

"Right..." Kate said. "I, uh, noticed that you're still wearing guy clothes. Could you not afford any others?"

"My sister offered me some, and my mom offered to take me shopping, but I wasn't sure I wanted to jump into all of that."

"Oh, okay," she said. "I was just thinking, if you wanted help or anything I could go shopping with you this afternoon? Or I might have some stuff you could have at my house. I have plenty of old clothes that you'd look great in."

"I'm not sure-" you started, cutting yourself off. How were you supposed to explain that you really didn't want to wear girl clothes.

"I am! You'd look great in anything," she said, squeezing you hand and meeting your eyes. Were her cheeks turning red? Was she...

What?

She smiled again. "Let me know, okay? I'll give you my number." She pulled out her phone and gave you her number before making you text her so she'd have yours. With another squeeze of your hand, she left the room. You stood there, trying to process what that was all about.