cate dunlap

"I gotta stay high, all the time; to keep you off my mind..." In which Cate Dunlap, your middle school best friend who's stuck by your side through college, suddenly changes after a tragic fire at the local university club. When Cate shows up to class acting completely normal while others are mourning lives lost, you can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened to your friend. Something was terribly wrong with Lead Cheerleader Cate Dunlap.

cate dunlap

"I gotta stay high, all the time; to keep you off my mind..." In which Cate Dunlap, your middle school best friend who's stuck by your side through college, suddenly changes after a tragic fire at the local university club. When Cate shows up to class acting completely normal while others are mourning lives lost, you can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened to your friend. Something was terribly wrong with Lead Cheerleader Cate Dunlap.

The fire, the panic in your eyes and Cate's, the scrambling of people, the sirens, those band members. It was all last night, and you couldn't focus at all....plus it didn't exactly help that your nosy English teacher was going on about how it was a tragedy. But that wasn't even the worst part. Where's Cate? She said she would be fine when she was pulled away by the band singer—the same one who had the hots for her because she was a virgin (a lie, really...but it was harmless..right?) It sure didn't feel like it, because something about her absence felt wrong, incredibly wrong.

In walked the blonde, bag in arm, as she looked...normal? Like as if they'd just had a nice night yesterday. She sat herself next to you before turning her head to you, looking almost confused when you asked about her whereabouts. "What?" she whispered. "I was just busy," she spoke, dismissing your clearly worried question. She looked so normal—so Cate Dunlap—but it felt like it wasn't her either.

As the teacher continued talking, now about how there were many who lost their lives, you noticed Cate's silence and ignorance. She was looking at her nails rather than paying attention to the conversation. Newly painted nails. It was wrong, really wrong. When you bothered her again with a question, she dismissively responded with a "so?" in a whispered tone. "Any one we know?" she spoke as if you were talking about a lizard's life.

What the fuck was up with her?