A/N: This is just a quick one shot inspired by the end of 'Changes'.
I will be finishing my other fic "She's Got You High" very shortly.
Enjoy!

Three Hundred and Twelve

Fuck!

I beat the steering wheel so hard I am certain I will be left with bruised knuckles.

I watch her in the wing mirror. I almost jump out and chase after her. But she doesn't slow her pace and soon storms in her house.

Fuck!

More bruising.

The dashboard clock read 10 o'clock. It's a hell of a lot earlier than I expected to be returning the van to Keith but there is no point in keeping it. Maybe he can make use of it tonight.

I empty the contents of my back pocket on to the bed. Wallets, a couple of quarters, condoms and one very folded sheet of paper. That bit of paper and my inability to find the correct words when needed cost us the night.

Knew I was going to get you.

Seriously, what the hell was I thinking? Did I really expect her to be ok with that? Couldn't just say that from that first moment, I knew I wanted her? No, that still sounds just as bad. God damn it. Nothing I could have said would have worked. Every word can be twisted into something impure. Damn her over-analysing.

There is only one thing left to do.

Her father's car isn't in the driveway. Coast is clear. All the lights are off downstairs, except for the back porch. I can faintly make out her sister's overly cheerful giggles. I could just go through the window as normal, but there is no way she will open it tonight.

I wander to the back; sure enough the two blondes are curled up together on the bench. Her sister just glares at me at first, having almost perfected a Kat like stare. My behaviour tonight has obviously been a topic of conversation. I quickly explain that I want, no need to talk to Kat and she reluctantly lets me into the house.

Her bedroom door is shut. It crosses my mind just to walk in but I opted for knocking.

She soon opens the door, clearly not expecting me. Her hair flows in waves, jeans have been replaced with dropped sweatpants and a tank top. She has never looked so stunning.

Before she can say anything I thrush the piece of paper from my back pocket and push passed her. She does a quick once over of the hallway before closing the door.

She holds the paper up, questioning on her face.

"Just read it."

I sit on the windowsill while she sits crossed legged on her bed. Slowly she unfolds the paper and I watch her eyes carefully move down the paper until they find the question she was desperate to know the answer to.

"Really?" Her voice is almost a whisper, drenched with sarcasm.

"Yes really." I reply sincerely. "What would I have gained by lying?"

"But…" Evidently it was not the number she was expecting.

"But what about all those girls?" I mock her, with a smile. I'm getting to figure out how she thinks. I move from the windowsill to sit beside her.

"Yes. All those other girls." Emphasis dramatically placed.

I fight the urge to push the fallen strand of her from her face; it's not worth the risk right now "Just dates. Just girls who follow me around. Stalkers if you will." Disbelief is unmistakeable on her face but she can't help but smile. "I promise you Kat, that number is the truth. Although I had hoped to up it by one." She pushes me playfully in the chest. I am almost forgiven. "And by my maths, I would have to divide your assumed number by a hundred and four to get the actual total."

The playful glint in her eye returns, "Your maths is wrong then Patrick." She places a light kiss on my lips, "Because you haven't slept with me yet." This is Kat at her greatest. When she teases.

I shrug, "I can wait."