Disclaimer: I do not own 10 Things I Hate About You or its amazing characters.
Author's Note: I sat down to try and write a sequel for "Always Where I Need To Be", but decided I wanted to try something a little different. I hope you like it, and if you don't...well, too bad. :) The sequel is in the works, so maybe you'll like that a little better. At any rate, I love how this turned out. I thought about doing one for each episode, but I don't think I could make them all as awesome, so I'll just be leaving this a one-shot.
The first thing I notice is his attitude. He seems to think the world should bend around him; that the rules of the road don't apply to him and his motorcycle.
The first thing I notice is her hair-long and brown, which in southern California, is something of a rarity. Thanks to massive amounts of bleach, even the natural brunettes at Padua High are as blonde as the next bimbo.
The second thing I notice is her attitude. Even when I give her a death glare for almost making me crash my bike, she doesn't miss a beat; just comes back with some snarky comment and drives off.
The second thing I notice is his eyes. They're deep and intense as he glares at me. And while I'm sure he's not nearly as bad-ass as he'd like me to believe, there's a darkness behind his eyes that I can't get out of my head.
After our next few encounters, it becomes clear that Kat Stratford isn't scared of me in the least. Honestly, it's started getting on my nerves. Come on, I'm Patrick Friggin' Verona! Cannibal, serial killer, possible vampire. Everyone is scared of me!
Well, okay. Every guy is scared of me. Every girl is either scared of me, or wants me (or both, if I'm really on my game). So...if Kat Stratford isn't going to be scared of me, she's sure as hell going to want me.
I think I annoy him because I'm not impressed by his bad boy act. He's probably used to girls swooning over the leather jacket and perfectly-messed hair. I want him to know I'm not falling for it.
She's staring me down, trying to prove just how unfazed she is by me. But there's something more there, I know. If she cared about me as little as she'd like to think, she wouldn't bother acting all tough. Suddenly, I know exactly what to do-how to make her want me...I turn and walk away.
As I stare him down at lunch, he suddenly walks away. At first I'm pleased with myself; but then there's a faint tickle at the back of my mind and I begin to wonder why he backed down. Was he conceding defeat, or did he just get...bored? I tell myself I shouldn't care, but as I try to sleep that night, his brown eyes are still burning in my mind.