"My dad's still sulking about that dinner stunt we pulled." Kat told Patrick about three days later as they sat next to one of the cement columns during lunch break.

"Yeah, well, it was fun watching him turn red." Patrick said. Kat nodded and gave a quick snort of laughter in reply. "Wally doesn't like me, does he?"

"Of course he doesn't!" Kat laughed. "Not after what we pulled the other night. Besides, I think 'Wally' is scared of you."

"Me in particular or guys in general?" Patrick asked with his signature smirk.

"Both. I think. But I told him if I find out you're out to kill me and harvest my organs, I'd stop hanging out with you."

"That work?"

"Somewhat," Kat said biting into another carrot. "I also told him that if he didn't relax, I'd be forced to go behind his back and lie like a typical teenager."

"You? Typical? We can't have that." Patrick mocked.

"My dad came to roughly the same conclusion." Kat said. They both laughed.

They sat for a while and made fun of the idiots in the quad. A scrawny boy with an armload of books walked in their area, stopping suddenly when he saw the two scariest people in school sitting there. Patrick glared at the kid and he scrabbled away, causing Kat to crack up.

"You gonna eat that?" Patrick asked pointing to Kat's cupcake. She shrugged and shook her head slightly. "Cool." Patrick said hopping down from the ledge as he shoved the whole cupcake into his mouth. "Mm. Tasty."

Kat rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I see you still haven't picked up on those manners."

"Later." He said as he turned to walk away.

"Hey, Verona!" Kat called after him. He look back at her over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "What do your parents really do?" Kat asked.

Patrick chuckled. "Dad was a lawyer."

"And your mom, she's really a dancer?"

"Yeah." Patrick said smirking. "She runs a ballroom dance school."

*Note to my readers:

Hope you liked my story. It was just begging to be written once Patrick told Kat he had been telling the truth about one of his parents. No one else seemed to be writing the story so I did. I considered making his mom a ballerina, but ballroom dance instructor seemed like it fit better. Feel free to borrow the idea for your own stories, just let me know you're using it please.

For those who are wondering: I'm saying Patrick's father is either dead or out of the picture for a long time, because I think the picture in the keychain is Patrick and his dad and that's why it's important to Patrick.

I'll write again when I see another story that is begging to be told.

Thanks for reading.

Princess Addy