Summary: The events of "Revolution" between "Looks like you could use a ride home" and "I'm not leaving!". One sign and a ride home was not enough to make Kat change her mind about Patrick Verona.

Disclaimer: If I owned 10 Things I Hate About You, I would never have let it be cancelled. Clearly, I do not own it, or the characters, or the...anything. Ooh, I do have the 10th Anniversary Edition of the movie though. But that doesn't really entitle me to much. So please don't sue me.

A/N: Thanks to those who have reviewed so far. I think after this one, there may be one more chapter left, but we'll see...

Patrick had missed Kat's room. From the British flag above her bed to the family pictures scattered across the walls, the room was so undeniably Kat. He beat her upstairs (she had probably gotten stopped by Bianca on the way up), so he took the time to kick off his shoes, relax on her bed, and take in the surroundings. There were a few little changes since the last time he was here. A new poster hung on her closet door, a couple of pictures Patrick had never seen were stuck in the frame of her mirror.

"Sorry I took so long," Kat interrupted his musings as she closed the door behind her. "Bianca insisted I needed to talk about today."

"She's just trying to be nice."

"She chooses really inopportune moments for that, doesn't she?" Kat moved closer to Patrick as he sat up on the bed and she settled in next to him. Hesitant, she asked, "Can we talk?"

"I'm confused as to what we were doing two seconds ago."

She sat up so she was facing him. "I mean really talk."

"I...was promised making out, not conversation." Kat glared at him, so he resigned. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"Well, I mean, not that it matters. We were broken up," Patrick winced as she repeated the words that had made him feel like he was being eviscerated. She continued, "so it's not like I'd be mad or anything. But..." her voice faltered for a minute, then the last few words came rushing out all at once, "did you go on two dates with Lexie Greenberg and make out with her?"

Patrick's eyebrow shot up and he gave her a look like she had gone insane. "What are you talking about?"

"Did you make out with Lexie? I won't be mad. I'm just..." she shrugged, trying to be nonchalant, "I'm just curious."

"No—no! Why would you even think that?"

"I saw you talking to her last week, she did the hair-flip-slash-arm-squeeze," Kat demonstrated what she had seen as she continued, "Bianca said that means two dates plus making out."

Patrick's furrowed brow disappeared as he broke into a grin. "I'm sorry, did you just tell me that you got advice from Bianca? No offense, I know she's you're sister and all, but if she told you that, she's an idiot."

"So...that's a no?"

"No!" He tried to think why he would even be talking to Lexie. They weren't exactly friends. Finally he realized when it was, "We're lab partners for biology. We were discussing the fact that neither of us had the slightest intention of finishing the project we're supposed to do."

"Then why was she so flirty?"

"She's Lexie Greenberg. She flirts with anything. She gave her number to Spoink for god's sake!" Patrick laughed.

Kat crinkled her nose, then joined in Patrick's laughter. "You're right. Bianca's an idiot. Remind me not to take dating advice from her...ever again."

"So, you were spying on me, huh? I knew you missed me."

Kat gave him a withering look. "Please, don't flatter yourself. I just happened to notice...purely accidentally."

"Uh-huh," he said, unconvinced, "Sure. And it sure hasn't been eating you up inside ever since."

Kat honestly had nothing to say to that, so instead she got up and put on a CD. As she settled back onto the bed, Patrick leaned over and exercised his right (as promised) to a little make-out time.