Patrick

It's not like I don't know that no one at this stupid school thinks I'm scary, and it isn't as though I don't know why, but really do I look like a murderous cannibal with drug lord mother to you? Never mind, don't answer that. The truth is this lame excuse for an educational facility was my daily dose of torture, probably why I look so tortured, until the Stratford sisters decided to make Padua High their domain.

The blonde one scared him a little; she was tiny and looked like she could probably snap her fingers back in wherever Ohio and there would be people catering to her every need. She wasn't interesting to me; she looked like a carbon copy of one of Chastity's cheerleaders. See, I was right. She's going over there right now to befriend them.

Her sister is who caught Patrick's eyes, apparently the rest of the school thought so too; everyone was looking at her. Well, she did just ram Chastity's BMW with her old tanker intentionally, admirable. I definitely liked this girl. She had brown hair, nothing like her sister. She probably could intimidate the entire population of Padua High with one glare. Tough, that was a good word to describe her. She was headed to the office, probably to receive her sentence for messing up Chastity's day; this was the perfect opportunity to find out her name, at least.

I hopped off my motorcycle and headed towards the building, only receiving a few scared glances from the pathetic students here. My sister, of course, waved. She didn't seem to understand the concept of avoidance and the integrity of my reputation. The entire student body probably thought that she was just some nice chick I dated who couldn't get over me, though. Still, I thought we had made it clear that we were not to associate with one another in public. See, no one thought Bre's parents were criminals, but the problem with that was those people were my parents too. There was something seriously messed up about how different we turned out, but whatever; I'm getting sidetracked, back to the girl with guts. She was in the office getting her sentence. Apparently she wasn't read in on who ran the school here; she was actually upset at the monarchy that ran this school, of which Chastity took the throne.

"Look Katherine. I can tell that you are going to be a very affective activist some day, but here we keep Chastity happy and you aren't going to mess that up with your 'we are the world' feminist attitude, ok?" So she was an activist, not surprising. She was a feminist, so she was about equal rights to all; great.

I wasn't the least bit shocked when she fought back, "That is so stupid. Aren't we all supposed to have equal rights? She was taking my parking space. I just asserted my rights as a human."

"Well you can assert your rights elsewhere. Now shoo, I've got to go make nice with the super attendant. Thank you for making this day pleasant…" Great, now the principal saw me standing here. I tried to busy myself with some scissors, only pissing her off, "Mr. Verona, in trouble again? I think I met your soul mate. Come in, and leave the sharp object."

I saw the Katherine girl giving me the once over as she was leaving and I was entering. To annoy her and get close to her, I blocked her path out of the door. She didn't take that kindly.

"Personal space, ever heard of it?" Well, she certainly wasn't scared of me. In fact I would venture to guess she found me a little annoying. This only amused me, but to maintain the integrity of my reputation around this high school I kept my mouth shut.

After having a brief little chat with the principal, about the, and I quote, "shenanigans" I've probably been up to and a sentencing of detention for said questionable activities that may or may not have happened, I headed out to see where this Katherine girl was. Okay, Katherine didn't suit her. She was more of a Kat. Yeah, that was better, now I wasn't imagining my sister's old dolls when I thought of her.

Speaking of my church going sister, she seemed to also forget that speaking to me in public spaces wasn't allowed. It isn't like I didn't like my sister. I would do anything for her; beat up a guy who tried to make a move on her, even take care of her when I didn't want to. She just disappointed me occasionally. She was so beautiful, talented and over half of the guys at this school had a crush on her. Instead of having fun and dating these guys, of which some are pretty decent and even Christian, she insists on waiting until she's out of high school because high school dating is so trivial anyway. Well, she is right there: high school dating was about as idiotic as you could imagine. Relationships lasting a month tops and virginity being given away to that 'one special guy', who breaks up with you immediately after getting what he wants, is what high school relationships consisted of. At least I never had to worry about Bre getting knocked up or being called a slut. She was waiting until she was married, like God intended. She spent most of her time with her youth group, reading her Bible, praying, and being a missionary.

"Hey Patty," she said as she walked over to me. There were people staring; her friends, teachers, some gothic girl, and the entire cheerleading squad. They were probably all wondering what I would do: suck her blood, kill her with my glare, or start making out with her. Great; did she have to use her nick name for me?

"Hey Bre," I glared at her, just to maintain the persona, but she knew why I had.

"So, did you see that new girl earlier, the one that hit Chastity's car?" Bre started in on a topic she seemed to know I would be interested in. When my eyes brightened for a fraction of a second she raised her eyebrows knowingly. I swear, sometimes I thought my sister might be psychic. She claimed she was just related to people well, but I wasn't too sure.

"What about her?" I asked, already knowing what she was going to say about said girl.

"Nothing, it just seemed like she would be someone who would catch your interest," I noted the sarcasm in her voice. Obviously she would be, she was the anti-usual, and by usual I mean bleach blonde or bottle brunette looking for a quick hook-up from me.

"Yeah what made you think that?" I asked, faking anger.

"Well, didn't you notice, she hates this school just as much as you do, and she has a little sister that annoys the crap out of her, but she loves her anyway," Bre continued happily, ignoring the faux anger.

"Oh how sweet, you've actually deluded yourself into thinking that I love you," I joked with her. She was really great, and only occasionally did I have to sit through one of her lectures about sex and love and God. I remember a time when she used to be just like me. When she was thirteen she used her charm and friendliness to convince a piercing and tattoo artist to give her two piercings and a tattoo. Not even I would be able to do that, but one day she comes home with a stud in her nose and one in her eyebrow. Then, if that didn't freak mom and dad out enough, she starts flaunting the tattoo of a cross on her back. She used to drink a lot and party even more. She got saved about a month after the incident, and although she regretted her decisions deeply, she still sports a stud in her nose, a ring in her eyebrow and a tattoo on her upper back. She explained to me that it was a part of her and it reminded her of what God saved her from. I was fine with the explanation that she just enjoyed being a little bad ass.

"You know you do," Bre teased, "I have to get off to class."

Before she could walk away, I grabbed her arm playfully, "Wait, what class, aren't you supposed to have 1st period off?"

"AP Psych. The joys of learning the workings of a mind like yours," she smiled. Her smile was similar to mine, alluring, charming and, if she wanted it to be, dangerous.

"What kind of minds are you studying now?" I returned the devilish smile.

"Criminal," I should've seen that one coming.

"Thank you so much sis, remind me to give you proper thanks later, okay?"

"Patrick you aren't allowed to do that anymore; remember what happened last time?" she was right mom and dad wouldn't let me get away with it, but it was still fun to tease her with.

"You sure about that? All I'd have to do is sneak into your room and then…BAM! You'd never see it coming. One second your hair is beautiful and long and blonde, the next it's gone," I planned out mischievously. I would never actually do it, even if I wasn't going to get in trouble. Last time I did, she was nine, and school pictures were a week later. She cried herself to sleep the next night, and I got in big trouble. It was bad enough to see my little sister crying, but then I got my but whooped for causing it.

"You wouldn't Patty because I would tell the whole entire school that you're my brother and you still sleep with the blankie mom got you when you were three. Granted, people would probably just think that you strangle your helpless victims with it," she replied enthusiastically. She would too; I bet that she wanted nothing more than to announce over the PA system that I in fact wasn't the scary hot murdering psycho that everyone thought I was but rather a caring brother who pretends to be scary to maintain space between me and the losers at this school. Her announcement would make everyone who kept their distance as a safety precaution suddenly think it was ok to sit by me at lunch or talk to me in the hallway. Yeah, that was not going to happen.

"All right fine, I won't but before you go…" I stopped short realizing what I was about to say, "Never mind."

"You were going to ask me to keep a look out for Kat, because you like her, you want to kiss her, you want to have sex with her and call her later," Bre mocked in a singsong voice. I grabbed her before she could go any further, people could hear her for god's sake! I guess I put myself in this situation; I had put my hand over her mouth and I should've known that she wouldn't let that happen without a bit of a fight. She bit down hard on my hand.

"Ow!" I screamed, removing my hand from her mouth angrily. The entire student body was in shock, most of them had cultivated around the quad to see why the heck a supposed criminal was talking to the school saint. I could only imagine what was going through their minds. They probably thought I was trying to kidnap her; or maybe that we were playing some sick sex game. Ew, that thought almost made me puke in my mouth. I think Bre was having the same thoughts because she looked angry and slightly embarrassed. After a quick goodbye she scampered off to her next class, receiving many stares as she went. My sister wasn't a slut, and that's what all these people were thinking. I wanted to shut Chastity's little bitchy mouth as she was spreading rumors about my little sister all over the school. I was a little happier seeing that Kat's sister looked a little uncomfortable gossiping about Bre, but she participated anyway.

After glaring at those idiots until they left scared, my mind went back to the topic it had ultimately been on since I saw it, I mean her. Kat was the only thing my mind could stay focused on without wanting to injure someone or puke in my mouth. This year had just gotten a whole lot better.

This is my first fanfic. Next chapter will be up soon!!