Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in forever, but my computer just got turned back on, and I needed time to check up on things. Well, here's the next chapter, and I have a surprise for the talent show! Enjoy!
That night Kat couldn't get to sleep, and tossed and turned the whole night. Thoughts of her making a fool of herself next week filled her head. What would Patrick say? What would he think?
When she finally realized that she wasn't going to get any sleep that night, she decided to get up, and go outside to get some fresh air. She grabbed her phone, and silently walked down the stairs, before slowly opening the door, and gently closing it behind her, but not all the way.
She sat down on the bench, and breathed in the fresh air. She checked her phone to see that it was two in the morning. Maybe Patrick was awake, and he could talk to her. She pressed the call button on his name, and waited for him to pick up.
A couple of rings later, he did.
"Kat? Why are you calling me at two in the morning?" He asked from the other side of the phone.
"Sorry, but I couldn't get to sleep, and I just needed to talk to somebody." She answered him. She heard a giggling voice in the background, and almost dropped the phone.
"Is something wrong? Are you ok?" He asked. She sighed, and swallowed the lump in her throat, as she heard a girls voice tell him to hang up.
"Yeah. Sorry that I interrupted you." She said, trying to hide the hurt in her voice. On the other line, Patrick sat in his room, as Tanya, a girl that was over at his house for a one night stand.
"Do you want me to come over?" He exclaimed. Kat breathed in a deep breath before deciding to speak.
"No, No. It's fine. I got to go, but I guess I'll see you later." She said, her hand shaking from holding the phone so tight, to make sure she didn't reveal anything about what she was feeling.
"You sure?" Patrick's voice asked. The voice became louder, and Kat could make out what it was saying. "Come on Pat! Get off the phone, and finish what you started!" The girls giggling voice rang. Kat bit her lip hard, and hoped that she wouldn't give away what she was feeling.
"Yeah. Bye." She replied, and the last bit sounded a little uneven. She hung up, and quickly went back up to her room, as her eyes stung, and she tried her best not to cry. She crawled into her bed, and breathed in and out.
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Meanwhile, in the house of the Verona's, Patrick had heard how her voice quivered, and decided to go check on her. The blond bimbo sat on his bed watching as he picked up his keys.
" But Patty, we were having such a good time." Tanya whined.
" Sorry, but I got something I got to do, and you have to get out of my house." He told her. She pouted, and slowly got up, getting her things.
" Fine, but you'll regret this." She argued, before walking out of his door.
" I'm sure I will." He said sarcastically, to himself.
A few minutes later and he was at Kat's door. He climbed up to her window, and looked in and what he saw, slowly tore his heart in pieces.
There was Kat, and she had tears running down her face, as her eyes got more and more red and puffy. He watched as she gripped her head and face in her hands, her whole body shaking. Her hair and face was a complete mess, and she tried not to scream to wake the whole house. He looked around her room, and saw her phone on the ground where she had through it in anger and sadness. The mirror across her bed held her reflection, and she slowly looked up to see herself. Her body shook even more, and all Patrick wanted to do was to help her, but he didn't move. He couldn't move. Her lips trembled, and she slowly pulled the covers up towards her, and grabbed a pillow, sticking it under her head, before facing him, and closing her eyes. She was still crying. Still shaking. Still biting her lip. But a few minutes later, she was breathing peacefully, with tears still rolling down her face in her sleep. Patrick watched her. Whatever she was mad about he knew it was his fault. It was always his fault. She was now asleep, and he decided it was best if he left. So he did. Looking back at her window once more, he put on his helmet and drove off to his house.
The rest of the night was touchier, as he laid awake, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about Kat. His chest hurt, and every time he closed his eyes, he saw Kat sitting in her room, as tears dripped from her brown eyes.
When, finally, it was time to get up he had bags under his eyes, and his chest still hurt.
He had never seen Kat in such a heartbreaking state, and he never wanted to see it again.
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Kat woke up that morning, with her eyes slightly stinging, and when she looked into the mirror, she noticed that they were puffy and red. She brushed her hair, and grabbed a baseball cap, putting it on so it would hide a little bit of her eyes. Then she grabbed sunglasses, and went to see if Bianca was up yet. She was, and just about ran into Kat to get her up. Bianca looked at her outfit, and her face, and immediately wondered why in the world Kat was wearing what she was. She shook her head, and then the two sisters went outside after telling their dad goodbye, and walking out the door to head to school.
The day went bye slowly like the one before, and when it reached second period, all Kat wanted to do was crawl in a hole and never come out.
Sure enough, Patrick sat right beside her, and turned to face her. He knew why she was wearing the cap and sunglasses, and the pain in his chest increased.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" He asked her. She turned to face him. He knew she was angry, and sad, but he didn't know why, and that's one thing he needed to know.
"Nothing. I'm fine." Her voice ended up cracking since she hadn't talked at all the whole day. He brought his hand up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Kat, what's wrong?" He asked gently. She looked away from him.
"I'm just nervous and tired. That's all." She told him. He knew that wasn't it, but decided that she would tell him when the time was right.
They didn't talk for the rest of the school day, and Kat was a little satisfied by that. Then she saw him leaning against her locker.
She slowly walked towards him.
He smiled at her. "About last night-" He was cut off by Kat.
"What about last night?" She asked, playing dumb. He sighed.
"Kat, that girl that was with me, she was nothing." He told her. Kat looked at him.
"What girl?" She asked.
"I know that you heard her. And I'm sorry if that hurt you." He went on.
"Why would it hurt me?" She asked, closing her locker. He pushed her against in it, and placed his hands beside her head, leaning in close to her.
"I came over to your house last night to see if you were ok. You weren't. I saw you, and I know that it was from something that I did." He said. He took off her glassed, and put them in his pants pocket. Her eyes were still a little puffy and red, but it was almost gone. ALMOST.
"I told you not to come over. And you have no right to be spying at me at two in the morning." She argued.
" You're the one that called me. And its not like I was breaking and entering. I was going to talk to you, but then I saw you, and I couldn't." He argued back.
"Why don't you ever leave me alone!?" She yelled at him. The hallways were now empty, and Kat knew Bianca would be waiting for her by now.
"Because I can't!" He shouted back, not realizing what he was saying until it was out in the open. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Ok. Fine. Yes I was a little upset by that bimbo that was at your house, in your bedroom, and with you at two in the morning." Kat admitted, a couple minutes later.
"But the question is why?" Patrick replied.
"I was PMS-ing. I still am. And I was having a bad night. I was tired, and frustrated." She exclaimed. He went with her, and decided to just drop it.
"Ok." He said, pulling away. She looked at him, confused. He never let that go so easily.
He started walking away, when Kat remembered something.
"Patrick! Wait!" She yelled after him. He stopped, and turned around to see Kat walking towards him.
"Yeah?" He asked. She held out her hand. He looked down at it, and raised his eyebrows, with a confused look on his face.
"My glasses." She told him. He chuckled, and reached behind them, pulling them out, and handing them to her. She smiled gently at him.
"Thanks." She told him, turning away from him, and walking away.
"Hey! Kat!" He shouted. She turned around.
"What?" She asked.
"Leave your bedroom window open tonight." He told her.
" I have a party to take Bianca to." She replied.
" I know. And I'll see you there." He smirked. She smiled back at him.
" What time should I open the window?" She asked.
"Around twelve." He answered. She nodded, before continuing on her way.
