Disclaimer: I don't own anything from 10 things I hate about you, unfortunately

A/N: I wrote this to go with my 'Internal Monologues of a Katherine', but you can read them seperately. I wasn't sure at the beginning how it was going to turn out, but I think I did an okay job. I hope you will think so too. Leave a review to tell me what you thought ^^


Kat Stratford… Kat, Kat, Kat, Kat, Kat, Kat. She's the first girl in this school that doesn't care about looks and make up. She's has an opinion and she thinks about stuff. But do you know what the problem is? She's a stuck up bitch. She knows she's smart and environmentally conscious or whatever and uses it to manipulate people.

She's actually like every other girl in this school, but with a brain. And that makes her more evil. And alluring... and sexy... I hate her. Snotty little rich girl. Not everyone has the time to care for those stupid mole rats.

The thing I love though. She's so easy to wind up. Nearly everything I say or do gets to her. I can put on the same t-shirt, make some witty remarks and her head is spinning. So, so easy.

The only reason I even talk to her is because of this. I like to make her skin crawl, verbally poke her with sharp sticks. It's easy and she's really hot when she's flustered or angry. I almost want to rip her clothes of and slather her naked body in- whoa whoa whoa.

Back up there. What? Don't think that. Yes, she's hot or whatever, but no sex thoughts about her. You don't want to share a bed with her. She'll probably drone on about how sex is demeaning to women and how it kills rainforests and deer. You don't want that. The only option would be to gag her.

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Now there's a thought.

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NO! No thoughts of gagging her. No thoughts on how sexy she would look naked. No, no, no. Think of mole rats. Or snails! Grandma!

There, that's better.

She might be okay if she learned have a little fun, got off that high horse. Kat... naked on a horse....

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I'm doomed, aren't I?