A/N: Sorry about that cliffhanger guys, I couldn't help myself. (maniacal giggle) So anyway, I am thinking that the rating will get bumped up sometime in the next few chapters so just keep an eye out for that and I hope you are enjoying the story. I love all my readers, thanks for being so cool. 

And then…

He kisses me. His lips are soft and hard at the same time. I am so used to being in control but somehow when he kisses me I don't want to be. I let him take the lead, something unusual for me. When he pulls me harder against him coherent thoughts vanish and I lose myself for a little while. And when he lets his tongue wander into my mouth I waste no time in returning the favor and soon my feet are barely on the ground because Patrick is pretty much picking me up to trying to somehow get closer. But all good things must come to an end and breathing is still necessary so we break apart and because we both know that we need to take a break, he takes my hand and finishes leading me to the dock.

We sit down on the edge and I stare out over the rippling water trying to process everything that has happened in the past two nights. Everything has changed between Patrick and me. I need to ask him what we think we're doing because whatever it is, my dad sure isn't going to like it. I turn to Patrick to ask him what it is exactly that we are doing but I don't quite get to the question because Patrick is kissing me again and that makes me forget whatever stupid question I had. God, he is really good at this. After a minute I get my thoughts in order enough to gently push him away.

"Patrick, what are we doing?" I ask tentatively. He just smirks at my question and moves back in for another kiss, but I dodge him.

"Okay, I know what we are literally doing. I mean what are we doing? You know that my dad is insane when it comes to Bianca and I dating anyone and we both know that you aren't exactly parent friendly."

"How so?" he asks looking amused.

"Well with your brooding good looks, leather jacket, dangerous looking motorcycle and Brando persona I just don't think my dad is going to be okay with me speaking to you much less anything else." I couldn't bring myself to say the word date. What if I had it all wrong and he just wanted some casual thing? Could I handle that?

"Kat, I can be the guy that parents like, I can wear polo shirts and carry on a civilized conversation, I will even go ask your dad's permission to date you if you think it would help. And I could get you home by curfew as long as I get to sneak into your room after I pretend to leave." He says leaning in to nuzzle my neck.

"Patrick" I push him away so I can look him in the eye, "I don't think we should tell my dad, or anyone. It could get complicated, and I kind of like sneaking around with you, it makes me feel…I don't know…wicked."

"Well I can't argue with that. All right we'll keep it quiet for now. Now can we please stop talking?" He says, again leaning in. I allow him one quick, lingering kiss before terror sets in.

"Oh no, what time is it? We have to get back before people wake up and Bianca realizes we're missing or we are totally busted."

"It's okay, I can get us back in twenty minutes, I took the long way getting here that's all."

"Why would you do that?"

"I liked having you hanging onto me." I knew that, I just wanted to hear him say it.

"In that case do we have time to go back the long way?" I ask as I get up and head back toward his bike.

We drive back the long way and get back at about 6:00am and sneak back in the way we left, we are even able to get back into the gym and into our sleeping bags without anyone noticing. But that's when we realize that maybe it wasn't a good idea to put our sleeping bags so close together, especially since we don't want people to know that we are together, or whatever. We try to go to sleep, but every time I close my eyes I can feel him watching me and its not long before I feel his lips touch mine, and I, being weak, don't stop him, at least not right away. We eventually compromise when I lay my head on his chest saying that we can say that it was a complete accident if anyone wakes up before us and sees us this way. I fall asleep with Patrick stroking my hair, and all is good in my world.

Then I am reminded that I hate high school. Mandela, having gotten a decent night's sleep, wakes up before me and is horrified at the compromising position that she has found me in. And so me blissful state is ruined when I feel her tugging at my arm and pulling me away from my very warm, very muscular, pillow.

"Mandela, what's wrong?"

"Kat, your sleeping like on top of Patrick Verona."

"Oh, woops." I say deciding that I'm not ready for even her to know what's going on yet. "Thanks Mandela, you are a life saver. What time is it by the way?"

"Almost 9:00, people are getting up to head home."

"Good, I'm exhausted."

"Why, we didn't go to bed that late."

"Its-um- the floor, I couldn't really get much sleep."

"Oh, right. Do you think we should wake Verona up?"

"Yeah, we had better." I say and start nudging his leg with my foot. "Verona, wake up."

"What is it Kat?" He asks groggily looking around, no doubt wondering why I am not next to him where I should be.

"Wake up, people are leaving."

"Oh, okay, thanks for waking me"

"No problem." I reply and then turn to gather up my belongings, doing my best to ignore the little things he keeps doing when Mandela isn't looking, like covering my hand with his when I am trying to roll up my sleeping bag and tugging on my hair in a playful manor. As much as I enjoy his attentions he really needs to stop if we have any chance of keeping this quiet and I make that clear by stepping on his toes when I stand up to leave totally forgetting that it was the foot I had stabbed not so long ago. Woops.

"Ouch Stratford, watch where you put your big feet, I want to keep this foot attached if you don't mind."

"Maybe you should watch where you put your big feet so they are not in my way all the time." With that Mandela and I walk away and the world is as it should be, at least for now. I make sure to wink over my shoulder at him when Mandela isn't looking so he knows I am kidding and he smiles back in that way that makes my heart do flips and sometimes stop altogether. I hide my smile and try to focus on what Mandela is talking about on our way out.

I get to the car and Bianca is already waiting for me for once.

"Hey, how was your night?" she says with a wink.

"Fine." I say and glare at her so she gets the point that she is not to say anything damming in front of Mandela. She takes the hint and gets into the passengers seat while I say goodbye to my best friend and throw my stuff in the backseat. Mandela walks away and I get into the driver's seat when I notice that Patrick parked next to me and is now getting on his bike right outside my door. Before pulling away he hands me a piece of paper through my open window then drives off without a word. I open it. It's his cell number and I little note, "See you tonight." It reads. What does that mean?!

"So" says Bianca from beside me "What happened last night, I was up around one am and you were nowhere to be found."

"I just went out for some air."

"With Patrick Verona?"

"Maybe."

"Oh my god Kat! Do you know what this means? I get to date! This is amazing, you are the best. I never would have tried to tell you this but you two are kind of perfect for each other. Dad is totally going to flip when you tell him." All of this is said extremely fast and it takes my brain a moment to realize that I have to fix this situation quickly.

"Bianca, I'm not telling dad and neither are you. This is to be kept a total secret for a very long time. Do you understand? No one can know, not even Mandela. Please Bianca."

"But Kat, of dad doesn't know, then I won't be allowed to date."

"I'm sorry Bianca but I just need some time to figure out the best way to handle this."

She heaves a sigh. "Alright, but I am only giving you one month before I tell dad."

"Bianca!"

"Hey that is totally fair. Who knows, maybe you wont even be together in another month."

"I guess you're right."

And so Bianca and I come to an impasse. Well for the time being. Now all I have to worry about is not getting caught with Patrick in my bedroom, which from his note, might be easier said than done.

The challenges start as soon as we walk through the door.

"Good morning girls. How was the lock in? Anything happen that I should know about?" Well, hi to you too dad.

"Well," Bianca pipes up "I might be pregnant, and Kat snuck out with some guy all night."

"Very funny Bianca." My dad says, ignoring her sarcastic comments. I on the other hand may just kill Bianca for saying that out loud, even if dad doesn't believe it, I don't need him to even think that that could have happened.

"So Kat, what really happened?"

"Oh you know, nothing much, just stupid teenager stuff." And I just had the best night of my life! I want to scream. But I don't.

"Oh well that sounds…fun." Bianca and I start to go upstairs but he isn't done yet. "Girls, I need to talk to you. I have to take the night shift tonight, doctor Ashcroft is out of town and someone needs to cover his shift. Will you two be okay on your own?"

"Yes!" we answer a little too quickly.

"Okay well, I asked our neighbor Mrs. Sheridan to keep an eye on the house while I'm gone so don't even think about trying to have a party, and absolutely no boys are to be here tonight. I will be calling at random intervals and if the phone is not answered by the second ring you both are in trouble. And don't-"

"Dad" I cut him off "We will be fine, honest." I give him a kiss on the cheek and head to my room with a smile on my face and a skip in my step.

A/N: What's going to happen tonight? Well wouldn't you like to know. Thanks for reading and please review if you have a chance, I love your feedback. By the way, that is two chapters in one day I would like to point out. That's how nice I am being. 