Note: The song is called Two Princes by the alternative NY band, the Spin Doctors. So good...as Lux would say. Anyways, I've decided to revise this chapter, because I'm bored and I should be writing an essay. Forgive me, I'm using the name of a hospital in Oregon, but I don't know what kind of treatment they give. This is just for the sake of the story. Also, Baze seems like a jerk, kind of unfounded, so I'm giving him more of a backstory. I might do the same for Cate later on. Enjoy!

Chapter Four: Blast from the Past

"Damn it!" Baze shouts in frustration. Beep. Beep. "Shit," he groans. He is trying to keep a low profile because he was kicked out of the winter formal for showing up completely plastered. His father is not going to be pleased when he hears about this incident. Especially when he discovers that Baze miraculously disappeared after the ambulance arrived; lost in the crowd of over- attention. Everyone making a production out of his date's admittance into Providence Portland Medical Center. So much for the dream car that he was promised in two days.

Cate almost jumps out of her skin, when she hears the car beeping.

"Geez," she mutters, walking through the full parking lot, a few cars away from the offender. "Of course, it's him."

She watches with curiosity as he climbs over the backseat and lifts open the trunk.

"Cate!" Baze calls to her retreating back. She ignores him. Maybe he'll stop talking, she thinks to herself. "Cate!" Baze calls to her a little bit louder.

"What?" she whirls around, annoyed.

Baze crooks his finger in a come hither gesture. "Come here," he mouths at her.

"What. Do. You. Want?" She is definitely not in the mood to be insulted. Not when her date ditched her for smoking cloves behind the bleachers with her friends. Some friends.

"Want some?" he asks innocently, holding out a bottle of Zima to her.

"Really?" she questions incredulously, worried about his intentions towards her.

"What's wrong?"

"Well," she mocks, "this is the first time you've deigned to speak to me."

"I'm talking to you now, aren't I?"

Cate takes the proffered Zima and sits in the back of his mom's van. "Lets get one thing straight," she tells him firmly. "I'm only here because I like this song."

One, two princes kneel before you, thats what I said now.

"Cheers," he tips his bottle towards her.

"Whatever."

Princes, princes who adore you, just go ahead now.

"So," Cate makes small talk. "Where's your date?"

"Oh," Baze replies, sheepishly. "She was medivacked."

"Did you drug her or something?"

"No, I didn't drug her," he defends himself. "Who drugs people?"

"You're the quarterback. I wouldn't put it past you to do something stupid."

"Thanks," he answers snidely. "Where's you're date?"

"He, well... ditched me," she tells him with hesitation.

"Since you're so sociable, right?" he mocks.

Cate doesn't respond, tears welling up in her eyes.

One has diamonds in his pockets, that's some bread now.

He sets his bottle down and stares at her.

"Stare much?"

He moves, so he is sitting in front of her. "You're..."

"What?" she giggles nervously, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"You're beautiful," he tells her seriously, cupping her face in his hands.

"God, you're cheesy," she continues giggling. "Are you drunk?" she whispers, hitting the nail on the head.

This one said he wants to buy you rockets, ain't in his head now.

"I feel kinda dizzy," she tells him.

"It's just the carbonation," he informs her.

"Wow, that's such a big word for you," she jokes.

This one he got a princely racket, that's what I said now.

"I've noticed you," he admits, pressing his temples, trying to ease the pounding in his head.

"Ha!"

"I have!"

"That's a good one! You almost had me..."

Got some big seal upon his jacket, ain't in his head now.

Cate shivers, wrapping her arms around her self.

"Are you cold?"

"I'm fine," she retorts.

"Shift your legs over," he instructs her. "I'll close the trunk."

Cate watches him with surprise when he closes and locks the trunk, and then hands her his jacket.

"Thanks," she answers, with gratitude.

You marry him, your father will condone you, how 'bout that now.

Cate doesn't know whether it was her crush on him, the song, or the alcohol, but she wraps her arms around his neck and shifts over so she is practically sitting on his lap.

"What are you doing?" he laughs, amused.

"I'm not sure," she answers, pressing her body close to his, kissing him urgently.

He pulls away. "Are you sure?" he asks skeptically. It is Cate, after all.

"I think so." But he notices the slight hesitation in her voice.

"Maybe we shouldn't."

"Oh, come on," she mocks him. "When have you ever rejected sex?"

"And you know this...how?"

But he rolls her over anyways, so she is lying on her back, and he slides his hands under her dress.

"Hmmm..." he feels her hum.

He slides her panties down her legs, and she unbuckles his belt, pulling it out of his pant's loop, and tugging at his zipper.

"I'll...I'll do it."

Just as he was about to enter her, he pulls back. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" she tells him, slightly irritated, and slightly too drunk to make any kind of decision not being commanded by her hormones.

You marry me, your father will disown you, he'll eat his hat now.

She couldn't really feel him moving in her, but felt his weight pressing down upon her, making it harder to breathe.

Marry him, or marry me, I'm the one that loved you baby, can't you see?

Ain't got no future or family tree,

but I know what a prince and lover ought to be...

I know what a prince and lover ought to be.

Said, if you, want to call me baby...just go ahead now

And, if you, like to tell me maybe...just go ahead now

And, if you, wanted to buy me flowers...just go ahead now

And, if you, like to talk for hours...just go ahead now

She felt warmth, and seconds later, he turns over and lies beside her.

"Well, that was...that," she comments with sarcasm.

She pulls up her panties and leaves the vehicle, not looking back.

Less than an hour later...

"What is wrong with you?" his father shouts in anger. "You have a brain, try using it!"

"I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment to you! But this is who I am!" Baze storms off to his room.

"You shouldn't be so hard on him," he hears his mother defend him to his father.

"Why? So he can just laze around and do nothing?"

"He's not doing nothing. He has an internship with your company, he plays football, he has nice friends..."

"Nice friends?" his father asks incredulously. "His friends got to the dance so drunk they had to be medivacked!"

A month later...

Cate was circling the outer edge of Baze's group of friends.

"Can I? Can I talk to you?" she shouts over the crowd.

Baze looks at his friends and shrugs. "What?"

She gestures for privacy.

"What do you want?" he asks angrily.

"I'm pregnant," she blurts out.

"Ha! Ha! That's a good one. I almost fell for that. Aren't you on birth control?"

"Birth control?"

"Come on...for someone so smart, you sure are stupid about sex."

"Please, Baze. I don't know what to do..."

Baze could visualize his father's red, irrate face already, at hearing the prospect of his soon-to-be seventeen year old son bringing home a baby.

"Figure it out," he tells her and walks away.

She couldn't believe that he would dismiss her like that. He was a jerk, but she didn't think he would be that much of one. She could hear him boast to his friends how he would never sleep with such a slut as Cate.

"I'm not a slut," she tells herself confidently. "Am I?"