Hi all!
Sorry it has taken so long to get this final part up. Between the cancellation and my laptop being out of action, the story got a litte abandoned. But finally, I have finished. I feel it's a little rush and kinda unfinished still but I had to bring it to an end; I didn't know where else to take it.
Thank you all so much for reading!

Chapter 4

"Hello, Katarina. And where have you been?"

My dad's not so subtle way of asking me how I've been out with. Dealing with this will be like a walk in the park compared to when I have to talk to Patrick. And Robbie for that matter.

"Just out Dad. Alone." Emphasis placed on the final word so he needn't worry.

He nods in reply, like he knows something I don't. "Your friend is waiting in you room. I told her she could go up."

Relief washes over me. Mandella. She must have seen my missed call. "Thanks Dad." And I practically bound up the stairs.

"Mandella, I am so glad you got-" I turn into my room, "Robbie." I slowly, and quietly close my bedroom door. I have a feeling this is going to be a conversation I do not want my dad overhearing.

Neither of us say anything for a moment. She puts down the photo album she's has been casually flicking through. It lies open on a page with a picture of Patrick and me. Just for the record, I didn't put it in there; it was a gift from Bianca. I didn't even know the photo had been taken and I'd bet money he didn't either.

I shrug off my jacket and drape it over my bed before sitting in my desk chair.

She smiles sheepishly at me, "I figured I should come round and explain myself…." She gets up from my bed, making herself look less at home. "I panicked before. I'm not normally so…. So… forward."

This isn't the same Robbie I'd met only a day ago. She had been confident and so sure of herself. Now she was mumbling, uncomfortable and honestly, like me, seems a little scared. At least we still have something in common.

"I didn't mean to do what I did… I mean I wanted to. And maybe I acted a little hasty… but Kat, I really-"

"Robbie, please. Stop." I raise a hand to silence. I don't feel comfortable with where this sentence is heading.

She sighs, "I know, it's fast. And we barely know each other but I can feel something there." She rambles to fast for me to interject. "This could be something." She moves over to me, her silver eyes begging me, bordering on crazy though.

In a strange way it's sort of flattering. It isn't often I'm treated to such honesty. "Robbie…" my voice comes out as a whisper. It really didn't mean to and it clearly gives her the wrong impression because before I know it her soft lips are caressing mine again. I am able to react quicker this time, I scoot my chair back, leaving her confused and wounded. "This isn't right."

It was different this time. The sparks are gone, the fire doesn't burn and shivers stay away. It's no longer a new, exciting experience. It doesn't have the same effect as it did before. In a way, it helps. It clears my head. Crystal clear.

Then everything shatters.

"What's going on?" the voice drifting from the window beside us snaps both our attentions back to reality and the owner, Patrick.

He leans casually in my window frame yet clears confused at what is going on. Robbie is knelt down beside me, eyes quickly averted to the floor. Patrick's eyes lock with mine and it's clear he saw everything.

"It's not what you think." I quickly rise from the seat to the window and open it further, hoping he will see it as an invitation to come in.

He climbs in, graceful with practice. No one says anything. Or moves a muscle. My heart is pounding a billion beats a second.

Cautiously, Robbie rises to her feet. She sneaks a quick glance as Patrick before turning to me, "I'm sorry Kat." And then runs out of my room

Momentarily all I can think of is Dad downstairs wondering why the hell a girl he only just saw for the first time tonight has come racing from my room looking heartbroken. Sheer terror at the idea of him bursting in freezes me to the spot more than the knowledge that any second the volcano of anger in Patrick is going to erupt.

I want him to yell. I want him to be anger. I want him to show some emotion, proving to me I mean something. "Let me explain, please."

He stands statue by my window, arms folded and a perfect death stare on his face, "Go on."

"It was a misunderstanding. She came to apologise for earlier." It comes out as a ramble.

I can see him thinking it over for a moment, "What happened earlier?"

Shit. He doesn't know. I thought that was why he had found me earlier. I take a deep breath; this is going to hurt. "We kissed."

I know ordinarily two girls should be a complete turn on for a guy but Patrick's face couldn't be further from that if he tried. I wanted emotion and I got it, five different shades of it running across his face at once.

"What?" I can sense the anger boiling. "How could you?" He paces around my room. "She's my best friend."

"We, I mean I, didn't mean for it to happen. It just did. It's not a big deal" It is the best rationalisation I can come up with. As simple and as cliché as it is, it's true.

"Not a big deal? You kissed someone else." He screams at me. I have never seen him this way. And if I'm honest, it kind of scares me.

"So? You keep refusing to label what we are, you have no claim over me. I can kiss who I like." I bite back, not really helping the situation.

"Now you're being ridiculous. I thought this was something."

"You thought this was something? I don't even know anything about you Patrick. It's like we're friends who don't know each other. "

"You knew what you were getting into Kat."

"I thought I was starting a friendship, maybe the start of the relationship. But this stalemate is not what I asked for."

"I don't know what you want from me"

"I want to know you Patrick. Every detail, big or small. I want to be your friend. Damn it, I want us to be together, officially. And I think deep down you want that too."

Silence followed after that. I had said it. I had laid everything I had out. I wanted him. Not Robbie. It had never been her. As harsh as it seems, she will just be passing blip in my youth. A rebellious moment acted out of frustration of problems with a boy.

"Ok. Just do me a favour?" The words are barely audible. I'm not even sure he has spoken.

"Anything."

Within moments he is stood in front of me, hands sweeping down my arms. I'm almost completely lost in the moment, just one little piece of me praying Dad doesn't walk in now.

"Don't do anything like this again." There is a sadness in his eyes.

Then it hits me, he wasn't angry before. Just hurt. We'd spent too long playing games, skirting around the issue of being something, that without really realising it we had become something. It wasn't definable. But it was real and it meant something. Simply, it was us.