Chapter 3
Kat was waiting on the living room couch for Patrick to arrive. It was still a few minutes until seven, but she always finished getting ready early. Considering how nervous she was about tonight, she had started getting ready a lot earlier than usual to give herself some extra time. She worried about her costume choice, but it was too late to change it now. Looking over at Bianca applying more lip-gloss in front of the mirror, she felt comforted that at least she wouldn't be the only Stratford sister who looked ridiculous in her costume.
Bianca thought her costume looked perfect. She couldn't wait until her date saw her. More importantly, she couldn't wait until Chastity and all the other cheerleaders got a look at her in her outfit. They will be so totally jealous! I'll definitely be the only one dressed like this. When she was brainstorming ideas for her costume weeks ago, Kat had been the only one home. Bianca had asked her whom she was going to dress up as on Halloween. Of course, Kat had not even considered her options yet. Her sister had always been behind the times when it came to fashion. Grudgingly, she had to admit that her sister looked pretty great in her costume as well. Thankfully, Kat's character was the total opposite of hers. Princess Peach wouldn't be caught dead in bright green tights!
After giving her fluffy pink dress one last inspection, she grabbed her white gloves from the counter and made her way to the spot next to her sister on the couch. She couldn't believe how lucky she was. Kat had come up to her point blank and asked if she were going to Chastity's after-party.
"You know about Chastity's party?" Bianca asked her sister in shock. They were on their way home from school in Kat's beat-up old car. "How did you find out? Only the top tier of the popularity pyramid was invited!"
"Well lucky me! I've always wanted to be the one on top of the pyramid. She's the one that gets the dreamy guy." Kat replied with a voice dripping sarcasm like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
"Well this makes things a lot easier on me. You need to stay away from the house until I get home so daddy doesn't get suspicious."
"And how will you get to her house and back to ours? I doubt Cameron was invited."
"Of course he wasn't, but that's OK. My actual date already told me I could ride with him wherever I want."
'Of course he did', Kat thought. 'He's hoping for some action, and you look even more naïve than usual in that girly outfit.'
"You aren't riding alone anywhere with your actual date."
"Oh don't be such a worry-wart, Kat. Dawn and her date are carpooling with us after the dance. And even if we were going alone, I can take care of myself."
"Sure you can. I'll still be going to that party. I'm not going to just sit by myself at some park or something until you decide you are ready to come home. Dad only extended the curfew to midnight."
"There is no need for you to go. I was going to ask you to cover for me. I've got some juicy details you don't want dad to know about, remember?"
Kat frowned. She knew what Bianca was referring to, but she was also the only one who knew it wasn't true. Their dad wouldn't wait to hear her side of the story though, so she would have been stuck if she hadn't already been planning to go.
"I'm going. I can waste time there just as easily as at the park. Plus, free snacks. Don't worry- I won't embarrass you. Too much."
"Uhh, fine, do what you want. Just don't try to barge into my fun. I want everyone to see how great I am, and tonight's the perfect opportunity."
"Don't worry Cinderella, I've got more important things to do with my time than kill brain cells by conversing with your so called friends."
Parking in the driveway, Kat took the keys and walked into the house, not looking back at her flustered sister.
Bianca had quickly gotten over the fact that Kat was actually going to the party. She could do whatever she wanted as long as she didn't snitch to dad about her real date and the after-party.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Before one of the sisters could get up to answer the door, their dad rushed down the stairs and threw the door open. Standing in front of him was a very nervous looking Cameron.
"What are you supposed to be, son?" Larry asked.
He had already let out many sighs of relief after Bianca told him Cameron was escorting her to the dance. I doubt this kid even knows what a teenage girl looks like without clothes. He was the perfect boy to take her daughter anywhere, especially since his mom was driving. He had been worried when Kat said she wouldn't be driving Bianca, but Cameron's mom was an even better choice of driver in his opinion.
"I'm a peasant, sir." Cameron stuttered.
"Ahh, I see. Well come in. I want at least a couple photos of you and my daughter. This is her first dance with a date, you know."
"Dad, stop embarrassing me. Let's just take this picture and go. His mom is waiting."
He took a couple photos then put the camera on the coffee table. Putting both hands on Bianca's shoulders, he spoke firmly.
"Remember the conditions. No drinking, drugs, or sex. Be home by midnight. Don't get pregnant. Oh, and have fun."
"Got it daddy. I'll see you later. Let's go Cameron."
Bianca yanked Cameron by the hand out the door, while Cameron waved at Mr. Stratford and Kat. He thought I was her date, he thought in awe.
Closing the door after them, Larry turned to his older daughter. She had shocked him when she told him she would be out until midnight as well. He had assumed she would go in jeans and a sweatshirt, take some photos of people she could care less about, and head back home. Though he was glad she'd be able to keep an eye on Bianca, he now had two teenage daughters that had the perfect opportunity to get pregnant.
"Where is you date, Kat? It's 7:01. "
"He'll be here in a minute dad, relax."
She knew Patrick was probably waiting for Cameron, his mom, and Bianca to leave before appearing. It was going to be hard enough to hide the fact that she was going to the dance on a motorcycle from her dad. There was no need for Bianca to know Kat was not only not going alone, but also going with Patrick Verona.
"He's late. That's very disrespectful. Not a sign of trustworthiness. He's -"
Before he could continue his rant on irresponsible teenage boys, the doorbell rang for the second time that night.
Here we go, thought three minds simultaneously.
AN: Hope you enjoyed the new point of views and the chapter as a whole! Let me know what you thought.
