A/N: YES! I finally came out with chapter one! I'm super excited for this story, and I'm really proud of myself for coming up with an original idea! Thanks soooo much for all the reviews I got on my one-shots so far :3 You guys are the best! Seriously, I don't know what I'd do without you! I hope you enjoy ;)

WARNING: THIS STORY IS RATED M FOR A REASON. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Disclaimer: 10 Things I Hate About You belongs to ABC Family: a new kind of family.

Summary: "So let me get this straight: you want me to help you look for a girlfriend to prove to you that I don't like you and I was never pregnant? That doesn't even make sense."

Category: TV Shows-10 Things I Hate About You

Genre/s: Romance/Humor

Story Type: AT

Character Type: Slight OOC

Rating: M (R-NC17) for teenage pregnancy, alcohol, drug use, profanities, scenes of sexuality, and crude behavior.

Pairings: Katrick, B x C

1-800-Girlfriend Finder

Let me reintroduce myself
As a man with a cause
I've had a lot of time to think
And look at who we are
And I've got nothing left to say
But we've got to carry on
And I've got so much left to do

—Let's Go, Cartel

Chapter One

"I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love."
-Henry Ward Beecher

For once, the always loud and boisterous cafeteria was silent. Kids had their food right in front of their mouths, frozen like if they moved a bomb would explode. The lunch ladies were halfway done with serving people, only their ladles were suspended midair.

Every single person in the room was silent…and openly gaping at the scene that had unfolded in front of them.

Chastity was standing there with a smirk on her face like she had just successfully ruined somebody's life. But oh wait! She has! Mine.

Then there was Bianca—poor, poor Bianca. Not. She was standing there, frozen like everybody else; as if she had thought she was cohering in a completely different plan to ruin somebody else's life, not her own sister's.

Cameron was only three feet behind Bianca, the love of his life, but he, along with Michael, his best friend, had also stopped to stare at me in surprise.

And finally, there was Patrick Verona. Patrick, Patrick, Patrick. Poor guy couldn't even manage to look shocked he was so surprised. Or maybe he was dead on about his assumptions and just had them confirmed.

Because right there, in the middle of the busiest time of day in the most crowded room, Chastity Church had just told the entire student body that I, Katarina Stratford, wasn't a virgin.

And you know, for high schoolers, that's not such a big deal. But because this is me we're talking about, the girl who punches any guy—excluding Patrick—in the stomach for even coming within five miles of her, this is a big deal. Especially because there were teachers, including the principal, in the room. Lucky me.

"And what exactly makes you think I'm some dirty slut like you who likes sleeping around with any guy?" I asked with a raise of an eyebrow.

She smiled at me like I was some charity case she really didn't want to be working on at the moment, or ever. She daintily unzipped her purse and took out a photo, handing it carefully to me. I blanched.

It wasn't a picture of me. It wasn't even a picture of a guy. No, this was different.

It was a sonogram.

I looked for any signs of forgery but I saw none. My name and birthday was on the top along with the age of the baby: four weeks old. I laughed incredulously.

"Wait, so you're trying to tell me that I was pregnant and got an abortion?"

She looked purposely confused, like she was predicting everything that was coming out of my mouth.

"No, I'm saying you wanted to keep the baby but had a miscarriage."

I stared at her.

And stared. And stared. And stared.

Finally, I burst out into hysterical laughter and I think she was actually offended that I wasn't taking this seriously. But me being pregnant? I never even had sex let alone stopped taking birth control.

"Honestly Kat, it's okay. We're all here for you," she said with fake sincerity.

I stopped short. "Wait, you guys actually believe this crap?" I asked dubiously.

She gasped. "Kat, that's no way to talk about your dead baby!"

"Umm, I don't think a conception of four weeks counts as being prego," I said.

"Well then, I guess its good there was a miscarriage; you probably would have drowned it anyways."

She was trying to get me to crack, I knew she was. But honestly, there was nothing to crack about. I never was pregnant, I never had sex, and I probably won't even think of having kids until I'm married with a stable job and lifestyle. I had a good comeback, one that insulted her for degrading the female population, but before one word was out of my mouth, she pranced away like the little bitch she was.

So there I was, stuck in the middle of the lunchroom with hundreds of people staring at me. I looked down at the sonogram again out of concern. I frowned.

I ran out of the room to catch up with Bianca who had trailed out after Chastity. I walked the route to her locker, but she wasn't there. I checked the girl's locker room, her next class, the gym, the football field, and almost every single bathroom in the school, which was a lot. She was nowhere to be found.

"Haven't found Bianca yet?" a deep voice said behind me.

I turned around to see Patrick, and my curiosity overrode my angry retort.

"How did you know I was looking for her?" I asked.

"I didn't. You just told me." God, how I hated that smirk. God, how could anyone be so sexy with that smirk.

I growled at him. "Are you finished annoying me yet or is there some other reason you're here?"

He faked resentment and said, "Gosh, I'm hurt Kat. I was just trying to be nice to you, especially because for once you don't have to stalk me. No, I was coming to ask you if being pregnant means you're over your obsession with me." And the smirk was back.

I grimaced at him, trying to make what I was about to say true—after all, I was a terrible liar.

"I don't have an obsession with you." Just the other you.

"In case you haven't noticed, I said 'over.'"

"You're seriously messed up," I said, adding an eyebrow raise for effect. After all, I was doing pretty good at lying so far.

"So who was the guy?" he asked.

"I'm not pregnant."

"Obviously not if you had a miscarriage. Gosh, keep up will you, Kat?" His mocking was really starting to piss me off.

"Two things: one, I never was pregnant. And two, don't talk so lightly about miscarriages. There are really people in the world who kill themselves after going through that."

He completely ignored that last comment and instead concentrated on the first.

"Right, and I sell girl scout cookies."

"Oooh, can I buy some?"

His expression never wavered and he merely shook his head.

"When are you just going to admit that you like me?"

I seethed at him, my vision turning red.

"Never, because it's not true! And I was never pregnant!"

He looked at me carefully for a moment before an actual smile graced his lips.

"Then you wouldn't mind proving that to me, I guess."

I froze. Uh-oh. This wasn't good. Doctor's visit, public announcement, giving away my virginity—so many ways for him to go about this.

He took my silence as a sign to continue.

"It's simple really; if you want to prove that you don't like me and that you were never pregnant, find me a girlfriend."

I blinked. "Excuse me?" My confusion turned into anger and denial. "No way, I'm not finding you a girlfriend you pig. Besides, I can't exactly publicize 'greasy slime ball looking for sex,' now can I?"

His grin was disturbing on a whole new level, as if he was expecting me to turn him down with those exact words.

"Who said anything about sex? I want a real girlfriend." Anger turned into bewilderment before morphing into hurt. But I wasn't about to show him that I actually cared he wanted someone, and that someone wasn't me.

I bit my lip. I had three options.

One, I could agree and find a girlfriend for him, completely ruining all chances with him but the pregnancy rumor would stop. Two, I could say no and still have a shot with him meanwhile people still thought I was one of those girls who get pregnant at the age of fifteen. Or three, I could just runaway now and pretend we never had this conversation while pretending nobody else exists.

I wanted to pick choice three. So badly. But I knew he'd never let me live it down, so I stuck it out.

"So let me get this straight: you want me to help you look for a girlfriend to prove to you that I don't like you and I was never pregnant? That doesn't even make sense."

"It's a 'yes' or 'no', not a 'who' or 'what'."

I closed my eyes for a moment. I'm so going to regret this.

"Fine. But how am I supposed to find you a girlfriend?" I asked with a roll of my eyes.

"That's for you to figure out," he called out as he started walking away with a casual wave of his hand.

Bastard.

A/N: So how was the first chapter??? :O yeahh, I know, not so good. But honestly, I just wanted to set up the basis for this story in this chapter, so nothing too exciting :D Anyways, I need feedback, ideas, criticism, anything! So…

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