He's strange, she decides.
Mysterious and something else she can't understand.
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She's different, he sees.
Not like the other girls, the ones that are either sluts or stupid.
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Their first encounter and everything is set.
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"Hey. You're the one speeding in a school zone."
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She has him pegged as a reckless ass.
He has her pinned for a PMSing bitch.
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But his eyes are gorgeous and something she's lost in.
But her attitude is fiery and intense enough to be interesting.
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And then he watches as she wrecks the car of the Queen Bee and has new respect for her PMSing ways.
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No surprise when they meet again, in the office.
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He listened, caught her name.
Katherine. Doesn't suit her.
She's a spit fire.
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He blocks the door on purpose to get a response.
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"Personal space, ever heard of it?"
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He catches her scent. Something fruity but only a light dose.
He can't place it and he shouldn't want to.
But he does.
He watches as she leaves before he's called in.
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Lunch.
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She never realized how much it sucked until today.
But she met a friend. Vandalizing.
Eh. No one is perfect.
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Kat.
That's better. He shouldn't eavesdrop but she's something else. Opinionated and fierce. Unique in this high school environment.
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"Mandela, who is Captain Intensity over there?"
"That's Patrick Verona. People say he knows the taste of human flesh."
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Patrick.
She stops herself from testing how it sounds.
Jumps down and walks closer.
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He stops himself from thinking she'll come sit with him.
Stands up when she stops.
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He tries to hold on to the little bit of anger that sparked from when she insulted his way of being.
Instead he marvels at how her hair falls and her eyes spark with determination.
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She keeps herself steady so she doesn't walk closer. Something his eyes are inviting her to do.
When he walks, she turns. It's easier now he's not so close.
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She's stuck in the car as the shallow doll known as her sister sucks up to someone without a brain.
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He's on his motorcycle, driving and somehow finds his way to her.
He's surprised that she's at a party. She doesn't seem like the type. But seeing her in relaxed clothes, stuck in her car, seems more like her.
He parks behind her on purpose.
He's not surprised when she steps out of her vehicle.
It's the things she brings with, that surprise him.
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"You want some of this?" No, good thanks. "No? Then, how 'bout some of this?" Where does she get this stuff? "What do you want?" What?
"What do you mean?" Isn't it obvious? He wants to gauge her character.
"I mean, do you want to sell me drugs?" No, you're too good for drugs. "Or steal my car?" That piece of junk? "Or harvest my organs?" Wow, she's on a roll. What will she come up with next?
"Why are people scared of you?" She's asking like she can't believe it. Didn't she listen to what that spray-paint chick was saying?
"Why are people scared of you?" He wants to keep her talking.
"People are not scared of me." She's avoiding his eyes. He tries not to smile too wide as she squirms.
"Sure they are. It's why I find you so interesting."
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She can't take to heart what he said. She won't.
He can't believe he just said that.
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But she does.
He likes how speechless she became after hearing it, though.
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Yearbook Picture Editor.
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He hears how she's sticking up for her sister. Threatening the school's queen, her sister not even knowing.
It's something he finds interesting.
He needs to stop.
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Hurting her, killing any feelings she might develop for him now, should make him feel better.
It doesn't.
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He stopped in front of her car on purpose. It's better to just fuck a girl and get over it. But, somehow he doesn't want to do that. Not with this one.
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Strings. Bloody freaking strings are attached now.
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She plays it off.
She can't believe how much it affected her.
Seeing him with a bleach blond hooker.
But it did.
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Damnit.
She wasn't supposed to want anything here. This is just a pit stop on her way to the rest of her life.
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A/N: So, I think I finally figured out how to format this. Sadly that involves using a lot of periods but, no one is perfect right?