I don't own 10 things nor do I own My Sharona.
This is a Katrick fic. (:
Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one. When you gonna give me some time, Sharona? Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run.
Patrick couldn't get her off his mind. The stupid Stratford girl! AG! He aggravated him so much. And yet...
No, he couldn't think of the 'any yet'... He was Patrick freaking Verona! He was not going to let little miss perfect (whether or not it was true) get to him. He couldn't... He would just hang around the little skanks that made her so mad, that she would stay away.... right? He hoped so... This had to work.
The night after the dance, he was sitting in his room, his feet up on the bed. His mom had just got done yelling at him cause of the arrest.
"You should have known better! I don't work for YOUR college fund so YOU can fuck it up!"
"Mom! RE-LAX," I said calmly, "I'll do better, okay? It wasn't even my fault."
"OH yeah? Whose was it?"
"Tommy's!"
"Riiiiight. I'm sure it wasn't that Karen girl..."
"KAT, Mom. KAT"
"Whatever! She's a bad influence obviously," my mother falsely accused.
"I'm 18. Leave it alone. I can mess up if I want."
His mom left his room and he lay back on his bed, contemplating Kat.
She's not a bad influence.... his subconscious told him. She's probably good for you.
He sighed and sat up, grabbing his phone. He punched her number into his phone and called her.
Straight. To. Voice. Mail.
What the hell? Is her phone off or is she ignoring me? I hope it's the former... he thought, Did I really just ask myself that? Why do I care about her...?
He was not thinking rationally.
Time to go to sleep and hope things looked better in the morning...
-Fin-
Well... That was really bad. D':
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