Kat
This stupid school was exactly like my old one back in Ohio. It was scarily similar; stupid girls, perverted horny guys, and teachers that didn't care if people weren't treated equally here. I got in trouble for asserting my rights as an American citizen. There were only two differences between Ohio and here: no one here, except Bianca, knew about my past and there was this guy.
I never would be caught saying this out loud, especially in front of Bianca, but the guy with the leather jacket sitting on the motorcycle was hot! I was kind-of disgusted that the words "hot" and "guy" coincided in one of my thoughts. I sounded like my old cheerleading self. That was so not good.
He was different from the rest of the guys at school; he looked like he hated this school just as much as I think I did and he was the only person that didn't look horrified when I rammed Chastity's car. He only looked mildly amused. I ran into him again in the office. I'm pretty sure he blocked my exit intentionally, and I tried my best to look pissed but that is a little hard when butterflies are fluttering through your stomach. Butterflies and fluttering, I really need to get away from this guy; I'm starting to sound like Bianca, which is not something I'm proud of.
What did I even know about this guy anyway? He was probably just like the rest, and just lured you in with those dark eyes, curly brown locks, and lips that looked—what am I even doing? I can't seriously think about this now. I had just left a place where that was what I was known for, so why would I want to start that again here? But, I couldn't get him out of my head. I didn't even know his name so I don't really know why I cared so much, and here I go again thinking about him like he's the center of the world.
Well, right now he was the center of most attention at this school. It seemed she was right about the girls hanging all over him thing, because a girl just walked up to him and she doesn't look like his type at all. I don't know why it made me angry, but I really wanted to hit something all of a sudden.
She was nothing like him. She was blonde, small, with piercings, so maybe that was his type, but she was someone Bianca might actually make friends with and that was scary. They seemed to be arguing, so maybe she's just obsessed with him? Why do I even care? She's mocking him now and—wait, did he just put his hand over her mouth. Was he trying to kidnap her or something? I looked around, to see if this was the usual behavior for the two, but apparently it wasn't because everyone else was in shock also. Some people actually looked concerned for the girl's safety. But, she bit him! What the heck! She actually bit him, and he seemed angry about it. She looked a little embarrassed, probably realizing that the whole school was watching.
The blonde left; leaving the hottie to stand there glaring at anyone who dared glance at him. I dared and luckily he was looking a different way. I was glad that he couldn't clump me with the group of people that were watching him and the girl like they were a reality t.v. show. The bell rang officially snapping me out of my reverie and back into the school zone. I headed off towards AP Psych, completely unaware of who I'd be sitting next to.
Great. Really, did one of the only two people I didn't want to see have to be in my first class? She was sitting there reading something. Looked like a big book. When I realized that there was nowhere else to sit but right next to her; I was even more pissed. I was determined to find out what he saw in her. Did he go for blondes? Was he into girls that—why do I keep doing this? It's ridiculous; I never act like this.
I sat down next to her, trying to see what book she was reading. It was the Bible for god's sake! She was definitely not this guy's type. He looked dark and dangerous, and the closest this girl got to that was the piercings on her face. She closed the book and set it in her bag, noticing me as she did so.
She looked overly excited to see me for a fraction of a second, but she seemed to get over it quickly, "Hi, I'm Bre, you must be new here?"
I was confused; no one in high school was this friendly to me. Wasn't this girl the least bit intimidated by her? Then again, she seemed to be comfortable talking to that guy.
"Yeah I am new here. I'm Kat."
"I like your name, is it short for something?" Why in the hell was she asking all these questions? I mean, really do I look like someone who discusses name origins?
I answered her anyway, mostly because I was deeply intrigued by the guy she was speaking to, "Yeah it is actually. Katherine," might as well get straight to the point, "So, what's up with that guy you were arguing with in the quad earlier?" I didn't mean it to sound so harsh, but it sounded a little harsh to me.
She didn't seem to care, she was happy I asked, "Oh, Patrick, yeah he's different."
I didn't even care that I sounded like a gossiping school girl with the next words that came out of my mouth, "Different? How so?"
Bre smirked, seeming to know the intentions behind my third degree, "His name is Patrick Verona. He's a rumored cannibal with a drug lord for a mom," she seemed to disagree completely with the rumors; it looked like she was about to start laughing at the absurdity of it all, "He keeps to himself and what you saw in the quad was a little squabble between friends. Trust me, we are nothing more than friends," Bre answered the question I had been dying to ask since I sat down. I actually liked this girl now, she was nice enough. A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth and I could tell she noticed it, "Enough about Patrick though, what about you?"
I couldn't really grasp the meaning behind her question, "What about me?"
"Well what school did you transfer from? Do you have any siblings? How do you like this fine establishment? Are you sitting by anyone at lunch?" She asked them all so quickly and casually that it took me a second to respond.
"I transferred here from a school in Ohio with my little sister. I don't usually enjoy school and I have no plans to sit next to anybody at lunch. Why?"
"I just wanted to know more about you, and was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me and Patrick. I'm sure he wouldn't mind," It sounded to me like she thought that he would actually mind, and she also seemed to get satisfaction from that fact.
What I said next was unlike me, "Sure, of course." I even said it nicely, which is weird for me considering my usual attitude, but this girl was all nice and stuff. She was friendly and didn't act like a bimbo with pom-poms in her hands. My dad would be proud, I had actually made a friend and I wasn't extremely disappointed by it.
Class after class passed and I noticed I had none of them, so far, with Patrick Verona. I had a couple other classes with Bre, and we made plans to hang out later in the week, surprising me intensely. She also gave me the scoop on the school. The major cliques, the good teachers, the mean ones, and managed to slip in a few more things about Patrick. I was genuinely excited for lunch with Bre and Patrick.
Bre came up to me after fourth period to walk with me to lunch. She received a few glances from people in the halls. They were probably all still talking about what had happened earlier, but she was totally unfazed by it all.
"Hey Kat, I just need to stop by my locker real quick, you want to come?"
"Sure, lead the way," I followed behind her, my mind wandering back to Patrick, until I saw the tattoo on her back, "Woah, wait a second; you have a tattoo?"
She stopped in her tracks and then looked over to me, smiling as always, "Yeah, I got it when I was thirteen. I convinced the artist that I was eighteen. Not a very hard feat considering what my smile used to do to people. I could get anyone to agree with me. All it took was a look into my seemingly innocent eyes and a flash of my grin and I could probably have got the keys to the White House," I actually kind-of believed her about the whole White House thing. She did seem to have a lot of devilish charm hidden behind her angelic smile.
"Did the tattoo hurt?" I couldn't help but ask. I used to want one, but of course my dad had convinced me not to.
"Well, I couldn't really tell. I drank too much to even care, but when my family found out, yeah that hurt at little more than a needle to the back. My brother, of course, applauded me and told me it was very bad ass of me. Just think how disappointed he was when I turned away from all that stuff."
"You still wear the piercings though?"
"Yeah, well they're a part of me now. I can't get rid of the past, but I can try and make a better future."
We were at her locker by now. I didn't think that she would have ever gotten a tattoo; it just didn't seem like something she would do, but then again I had only met her a few hours ago. When she had put her books away she started leading me to a secluded corner of the quad, where Patrick was sitting, alone. He looked intense and when he saw me and Bre together his jaw tightened. He glared at her, a glare she gladly returned with a cheerful smile and a wink. What was going on? He looked angry to see us together.
"Patty, have you met my new friend Kat?" Did she seriously just call him Patty? What in the hell was going on here?
He didn't reply, he just continued to glare at her. Bre got fed up and started glaring back. It was eerie how quick she went from smiley and approachable to someone I don't think anyone would even think of approaching. Her glare was evil and exactly the same as Patrick's.
I broke the silence, "Would someone like to tell me what is going on here?"
Instead of Bre answering me, Patrick answered. His voice was deep and gravely, "Bre is my sister."
My new friend was related to my obsession?
