A/N: as you may notice while reading this story I have taken some of the events that actually happened in the show and used them in this chapter. Personally I found that parts of this chapter came very easily and were a pleasure to write. Others caused me to rip my hair out and plead with the words to work. Overall I am happy with how things came out but a couple spots I'm still a little wary about I just cant figure out how to make them better.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.

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Her mind swirled in confusion. Was this a dream? Why would Patrick Verona be outside her window? Her father, oh no, if he found out about this… she pulled up the window roughly. Panic and confusion flashing across her face "What the hell are you doing here? It is 11 o'clock at night!"

A smile rested on his face taunting her as his hands braced himself against the window sill as he watched her. "Well isn't it obvious? I'm a vampire, I need permission to enter." His voice mocked her.

She felt flustered. What was going on? Why was this happening? He shouldn't be here. She bit off a retort. "Permission not granted!" Crap, crap, crap, what was she going to do? There could not be a boy in her bedroom least of all if that boy was Patrick Verona! If her father found out…

He spoke as he came through her window "Good thing I'm not really a vampire." His voice was all smoke and heat and then he was there. Standing in her room, watching her as his body blocked the window.

She grabbed her sweater, trying to cover herself up from gaze that was looking her up and down. "What is with the breaking and entering?"

"I had something I wanted to tell you" his voice lilted pleasingly as he crossed over to stand facing her. His eyes watched her fidgeting under his gaze.

"Can I borrow your…" Bianca burst into her room, her hair in curlers, her timing impeccable as always. "A male, in your bedroom. And hes cute! Am I sleepwalking again?"

Kats mind went into overdrive, her heart racing in her chest. No, no this can't be happening. First Patrick Verona in her room and then Bianca appearing too. She needed to do something and she needed to do it fast. She grabbed Bianca by the arm almost dragging her into the room and shutting the door. "Shhh! Dad is going to hear you!" Her voice squeaking higher.

"Girls?" Kat could hear her father's voice calling for them as he walked up the stairs. Shit! Patrick was here. Bianca knew. She rushed towards him, grabbing his arm and pulling. "Crap!Get out! Get out! You have to go!" She pushed him towards the window as her heart raced in her chest.

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After Kat had heard her father coming up the stairs she had pushed him hurriedly out the window. He climbed out, ducking to the side and sitting down, blatantly eavesdropping on what was going on inside the room. Frantic whispering was going on between Kat and Bianca. "Please B, don't tell dad! Next party you want to go to I'll drive you. No complaining, no mocking."

"Well I do love a juicy secret…"

He heard the door open again. "Girls?" He assumed it was her father. "Did I hear something going on in here?"

Bianca's voice spoke up. "I was just coming in to see if I could borrow a pair of Kats earrings that I wanted to wear to school tomorrow. That's all."

"Are you sure that's all? You look flushed Kat. Are you coming down with something?" Her dad's voice sounded concerned as it moved from by the door towards the girls inside.

"Yeah dad, I feel fine. I'll crack a window or something to cool the room down."

"Kat… honey… your window is open."

Her voice caught in her throat. She couldn't believe she had made such a rookie mistake. What was going on with her? "Oh yeah I guess it is. Maybe there is a virus or something going around school."

"Well we'll take you to the doctors tomorrow if you're still not feeling well. Ok Kit-Kat?"

"I bet I'll be fine. Whatever it is I couldn't justify going to the doctors when there are kids in Africa who don't even know what a doctor is. I think I'm just going to go to bed. Get some solid hours of sleep. I'm sure all be fine in the morning." She felt like she was babbling.

"Ok whatever Kat. I'll see you in the morning. Try not to take too long in the bathroom." Bianca's voice held just a bit of snot as she turned away towards the door and shot Kat a wink. And with that her dad and Bianca left. She didn't know where Patrick was and to be honest she didn't care anymore. He couldn't do this. He couldn't appear at 11 o'clock at night outside her bedroom window. God it was stressful. She shook her head in frustration. She was too tired to try and reason this out tonight. Sighing to herself she turned off her lights and climbed into bed, falling asleep quickly.

Patrick smirked as he climbed onto his motorcycle around the corner from the Stratford house. He started it up with a roar and wheeled out and away. As he traveled through the dark, quiet streets he could feel the wind rushing around his bike, whipping through his hair, his heart thumping and pumping blood in his chest, the after effect that was Kat lingering around him. She had been cute just coming out of sleep, all flustered and shocked. He had surprised her he could tell.

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He was there waiting for her outside the school by where she usually parked her car. All curly, tousled hair and dark eyes. He seemed to smolder at her even from this far away. Something inside her tingled and fluttered foreignly. She watched as he crooked his finger at her, motioning for her to step towards him. She wanted too. Oh god did she want too. Her mind raced thinking about the pros and cons of stepping forward. The cons seemed to stack up higher than the pros but she didn't care. All she could think about was him, wanting to be near him, to have him touch her, to be able to touch him. she started walking forward, covering the ground between them seemed to take no time at all and before she knew it she was there, standing right in front of him, looking up at his face, into his eyes. He smirked slightly at her as if he knew the truth about the hold he was cultivating over her. His hand came up cupping her face gently, his thumb stroking her cheek as he leaned forward towards her, just like he had that night at the bar. His face grew closer and closer, only centimeters separated their lips now and she braced herself. Ready and completely willing to let him kiss her. His lips began to settle on hers, hot and hard and tender she felt herself melting into him. As his lips moved against hers she jerked, waking up completely disoriented from her dream. It started to filter back into her conscience as she grew more awake. As she remembered where she had been and with whom she groaned, frustrated, throwing herself back down on her bed. She buried her face in the pillow willing herself to fall back asleep. To maybe salvage the rest of her night before she had to face the world in the morning.