The Class Gets Confused
A/N—So, this show was cancelled by CBS. They suck. Majorly. This picks up right after the season finale that aired back in March. Heavily Kat/Ethan, though other characters might make a brief appearance or two.
Chapter One:
This day had quickly progressed from one of the worst of Kat Warbler's life to straight up one of the most confusing.
When had her life turned into a fricking soap opera? Ugh.
Even now as she drove herself back to her apartment after her little interlude with Duncan Carmello, she had a hard time believing what had just happened. Who was she kidding? Let's call a spade a spade. It was pity sex—plain and simple.
"Shit", she muttered to herself as she banged her free hand against the steering wheel. It's not that having sex wth random men was so out of line for her. She wasn't a slut exactly, but it certainly was a whole hell of a lot easier having physical flings than to actually put herself out there, like she had with Benjamin.
Benjamin. Even his name now made her skin crawl. She was not ready to talk about that cheating bastard yet. Who was she kidding? It was all she could think about. As much as she hated it and hated him for making her care, he was the reason she was in this state now.
The guy was lucky she hadn't broken his wimpy cheating violinist fingers. She'd wanted to. Oh, how she'd wanted to.
As her car idled at the red light, it hit her how perfectly the Philly weather was attune to her moods. Dark, drizzling, overcast—a miserable night to be out. Kat wouldn't really call it a storm, but she could feel the humidity overtake her as beads of sweat dripped down the back of her neck.
Really, it had started out innocent. She had confronted Benjamin and then gone to see Ethan. After spilling her guts to him and admittedly a few tears, which hopefully Ethan had the smarts to never mention in mixed company again, she had decided to give him a break from all her whining. So she went in search of her sister.
Was it her fault Lina's cell was off!? Was it her fault Lina wasn't home!? Without even realizing where she was going Kat found herself at the home of none other than Duncan Carmello. Duncan had been in third grade with them and while they weren't friends exactly, rather she knew that Richie, Lina's boyfriend, was currently living there.
Lina and Richie were at the hospital. Yonk Allen had had a heart attack. Duncan had invited her to stay and wait. She sighed as she hit the steering wheel in frustration again, tears threatening to come to the surface again. Why had she stayed?
She knew why. She stayed because she, Kat Warbler, who had always prided herself on not needing anyone, didn't want to be alone. Not tonight.
She stayed because the only other option was going back to Ethan's and really, she was kind of afraid to find out what he currently thought of her. This Kat, the broken mess, was not the Kat he was accustomed to, not the one she wanted him to see.
Kat scoffed as she eased herself into a parking space near her building. As she checked her watch she realized that it was still only around 8:00 PM. Not only was it the worst day ever, but also the longest day ever.
She didn't bother with an umbrella at this point. What did it matter? She already had streaks of black eyeliner running down her cheeks. Her eyes were permanently red and puffy and a quick touch to her hair reminded her of the wonders of humidity on already frizzy hair. She wasn't a particularly image conscious person, but scaring small children generally wasn't part of the plan either.
Anyone who knew Kat knew that she generally could care less what other people thought. She was surly. She was mean. She was cynical. She was bitchy. And she liked to have a lot of fun at other people's expense.
But what fewer actually realized is that while she didn't care what most thought about her, there were a select few whose opinion did actually mean something.
The list was short. Lina. Her dad. Ms. Grabowski, her first art teacher. Somehow in the six short months they had known each other, Ethan Haas had found a way onto that list. A list that more often than not didn't even include her own mother, but that was a whole other sordid story.
The bastard had been on the list, but that error in judgement had quickly been rectified.
As Kat stuck her key in the outside lock of her buiding, she began to panic. She silently prayed that Duncan didn't tell Lina what had happened. As soon as it was over, they had clearly agreed that it was a one time thing. They were both miserable, both hurting and at the time, both drunk. Amazing what a few rounds of vodka shots could do for the inhibitions.
Not that she even knew what Duncan was so miserable over, other than it being girl related, but it was better that they had left out the details. Too many details, too much chance of caring. Too much chance of getting involved. Neither of them wanted that.
Hey, at least the sex had been good. Or as decent as could be expected when both parties had just recently had their own hearts ripped out.
It was just that Lina hated Kat's tendency to fall casually into bed with men and something told her this would be no different. She just didn't want to have that argument with Lina, not again, at least not now.
Her sister was wired differently, always had been. She was about true love, which more often than not made Kat want to barf. Especially since most of the time Lina's true love ended in her crying to Kat about whatever guy had just broken her heart.
True love. What a freaking joke. Even when she was with Benjamin she didn't believe in that Hallmark induced crap. Love was one thing, but soulmates? She laughed bitterly. What a crock of shit.
