Bit of a shorter part here, but I hope you guys like it. Took me a while to figure where/how to continue with the story so let me know what you think.

Chapter 4

I hadn't spoken to him all weekend. He didn't call and I was not about to text, not that I cared about him anyway. I didn't want anything to do with him, and he obviously didn't give a shit about me.

Monday rolled around and I was over it. I was over Patrick Verona. I pulled into the parking lot at Padua high and walked right past him without a word, not even making eye contact.

"You know, you really are a shrew," Bianca chimed in. "You were really drunk on Friday night and you don't even remember what Patrick said to you."

"I remember exactly what happened and it doesn't matter because it's none of your business, Bianca. So, stay out of it." She rolled her eyes and stomped off to find Cameron.

"Did you get home okay?" I heard him call from behind. My eyes stayed straight forward.

"What's it to you?" He jumped in front of me, close to my face.

"Come on, Kat. Don't be like that," he said, trying to close in the space between us. I took a step back.

"Yeah, two days ago I got home just fine," I say and try to continue on my way, but he steps close to me again and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Hey, I was worried about you," his obviously fake sincerity sets me off even more, so I grab his hands and push him off of me.

"Don't touch me, okay? Don't fucking touch me!" I walked off and refused to look back.

"Wow, that was way harsh," Mandela said, walking up next to me.

"It would be harsh if I had karate chopped his face as I pushed him away."

"So I guess you're still mad?" I answer her question with a look that says it all. She looked back at him with sympathy, but he was already over it, assing around with Cameron.

"Ugh! The nerve of that guy! He thinks he can just blow me off, and I'll be fine with it. He doesn't give a damn."

"I thought you didn't, either?"

"I don't! Nor will I ever," I said before putting the subject to rest and heading off to class.

It wasn't until fourth period that I would forgive him. Our English professor was rambling on something about Ophelia being a whore while I glared at the back of Patrick's head, contemplating whether or not to attempt to decapitate him with my fountain pen. I was knocked back to reality when he asked for the pass and headed to the bathroom. Finally, I could have some peace all to myself.

A few moments later, some suggestive yelling flickered in and out on the PA system. At first I thought I was just going crazy, but when I noticed the other furrowed brows and confused looks my fellow classmates were exchanging, I was certain there were voices trying to interject over the loudspeaker. Finally, the opening harmonics of a familiar tune became completely audible. And then…

I want you to want me.

I need you to need me.

I'd love you to love me.

I'm beggin' you to beg me.

A smile slowly grew across my face as I realized who the owner of the off-key baritone voice was. I couldn't believe it! Patrick Verona was serenading me! Immediately I grabbed my books and headed for the door.

"Miss Stratford, where are you going?" I completely ignored her and headed out the door. "Kat!" she called, but I was already halfway down the hall. The sounds of Patrick's voice echoed through the vacant corridors which only encouraged me to head faster towards the office. The music stopped just as I reached it, and Patrick came charging towards me with an equally wide grin.

"Run!" he yelled, taking my hand and pulling me along with him. Principle Holland was right on our heels as we zoomed out the doors of Padua High School. We made it to the parking lot where Patrick through his helmet at me.

"Hurry, hop on!" I quickly complied. "Wait," he said before I put on my helmet. He pulled me close for a short but incredibly intense kiss unlike anything I've ever felt.

"You're crazy!" I squealed. Then, with a grin, he started up the bike and we were out of sight.