Don't own so don't sue
I just love the show 10 Things I Hate About You and I, of course, want Kat and Patrick together. So, I made this fic to help tie over till their eventual get together.
There's no real point, just fluff. Grammar and sentence structure criticism is okay, but no flames.
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I sat at a lunch table with Mandella trying valiantly to ignore the eyes stabbing, very uncomfortably, in-between my shoulder blades. I mean in a world where kids are starving, war is waging and important political decisions are being made, how can I possibly be the most important thing for Patrick Verona to stare at?
"You do know he's staring at you right?" Mandella nervously and uselessly chirped at me.
"So? It's not like he's going to get up, walk over here and try to kill us." I saw Mandella's eyes widen considerably. Was she really that scared of the jerk?
"I see you've finally started listening to the rumors." My back tensed uncontrollably as I felt Patrick's mouth at my ear. I fought down anything even resembling a blush and turned to face him.
"Now I'm sure you've heard the saying all's fair in love and war, but you do realize that stalking is still illegal right?" He only grinned at me. Was it really fair that someone's grin could look so utterly tempting?
"So you admit it, not only are you obsessed with me, you're in love with me." I started at him, heartily appalled that he would even guess it. I was not that transparent. I had established a firm reputation of hate for the guy. There was no reason to even suspect I liked him.
"Oh yes, let me tell you how you make butterflies converge in my stomach. I'm so overcome with the urge to vomit I have to leave." I made an escape to my locker, but Patrick followed me.
"Really, it's okay no one's here, you can say it." I looked around and realized he was in fact, right. We were completely alone, everyone was still at lunch, not even Mandella had dared to follow us. I was getting so angry at the guy I actually wanted to punch him.
"Fine, Patrick Verona I am so obsessed and in love with you it is ridiculous. There, does that make you happy? Will you finally leave me alone?"
I didn't even realize when my back hit the locker.
Before I could even think, Patrick Verona had his lips on mine. I thought the world had exploded. His lips were dry, warm and so soft I melted. My arms wrapped around his neck. I jumped as I felt his hands rest on my hips. When his tongue wormed its way out to touch my lips there wasn't even hesitation, I opened my mouth and went weak-kneed. My toes stretched up, of their own accord, to prolong contact with his Gigantor frame.
I could not believe I was playing tonsil hockey with Patrick Verona in the middle of the hallway at lunch. This was just an impossibility.
After a few minutes it became pretty obvious we needed air and moved our faces apart. Was it possible to breathe this hard, and still be living?
"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" He smiled at me with such a cocky grin I felt the need to hurt him, but I wouldn't do that. It might put future make-out sessions at risk. So I did all I could do, which was roll my eyes and smile like an idiot. I eventually turned to open my locker.
"It wasn't as good as the rumors said." I smiled into my locker as I felt his hands once again find my hips and his lips tried to make contact with my neck. It was truly unfortunate that the bell chose that moment to ring, just after he had rocked my world. I pulled away from Patrick before he was able to land his lips anywhere else on my body.
"Ciao Verona, try to see if you can stay away from me now huh?" I smiled as I walked away, confident he was now glaring daggers into my shoulder blades for an entirely different reason than before. Damn I was good.