Chapter 6: I'm Not Over

A/N: Thanks for the fantastic reviews!

So I think I've found a way to combine canon of the show/ the cliffhanger on the season finale to continue this story. It will still be a little AU since some different events have happened in my story and some other ones have happened in the show, but get ready for an exciting ride! Hopefully you will keep reading! :)

"I once had a grip on everything

It feels better to let go

I'm not over

I'm not over you just yet

Cannot hide it

You're not that easy to forget

I'm not over"

I'm Not Over, Carolina Liar

"Was that Patrick Verona I saw climbing down our trellis 5 minutes ago?" Bianca asked, grinning mischievously ear to ear. Bianca sat down at the dining room table where Kat was diligently working on her presidential posters.

"Bianca!" Kat whispered through clenched teeth, "Keep your voice down!" Kat's gaze darted around, looking for her father.

"Relax." Bianca said calmly, "Dad left for an emergency c-section or something..." Kat visibly relaxed, and continued to write "Vote For Kat Stratford" on her poster.

"You're lucky, though," Bianca continued, "5 minutes earlier and Dad would have seen him." Bianca's voice was sing songy as she started on a new poster for Kat. Noticing, Kat sighed hesitantly.

"Thanks." she said softly, looking at Bianca.

"No problem," Bianca chirped, glancing at Kat's work, "It looks like you could use some help."

Kat's gave her a look and rolled her eyes.

"So what made you decide to run for president, anyway?"

"Well..." Kat began, trying to come up with a reason besides, 'I can't let Blank win'. "All people care about at this school is prom and cheerleading, and sexy carwashes..."

Bianca gave her look that asked Kat if she forgot who she was talking to.

"Sorry..." Kat sighed, "I just mean that there a lot more important things than Brangelina or who Tiger Woods is banging that we should be concerned about...especially as the future leaders of the world!"

"I don't know if we have many future leaders, Kat..." Bianca laughed, "Yesterday, Jenn Peters told me that she thought Christiane Amanpour was a supermodel..." Kat snorted and smiled at her sister.

"You know, I don't give you credit, Bianca..." She stood up and examined her poster. "You may be a cheerleader, and you may be way too concerned with popularity, but" Kat took a breath, and nodded, "you're still way smarter than I give you credit for."

Bianca smiled.

"Gee thanks Kat." she laughed, "I'm glad you don't think I'm a total idiot." She rolled her eyes and continued the poster. Kat sat down again.

"Well you are my sister," she said jokingly, and then more serious, "I'm sorry that sometimes I don't appreciate you."

"Yeah, well we can both be pretty mean to each other." Bianca conceded, smiling at Kat. Kat saw her poster.

" Holy crap!" Kat exclaimed, "you just did that? That's really good." Bianca beamed.

"Why, thank you, Katarina." She stood up and they both glanced at Kat's.

"Now mine just looks sad." Bianca stood up and grabbed her book bag.

"I need to make posters too!" She exclaimed. Kat looked curious.

"For what?"

"The cheerleaders are having a sexy carwash." She said looking at Kat, awaiting a sarcastic barb.

Kat just let out a "ha!" and sat down.

"Think you could help me with mine too?"

"So what is the deal?" Bianca asked finally, as she worked on the posters and Kat tried to copy Bianca's design.

"With what?" Kat asked, not looking up."

"Patrick! silly..." she laughed, "Is everything okay again? Did my plan work?" Kat sighed, unsure of how to answer.

"Umm... I didn't really use your plan..." Kat said quietly, and Bianca frowned.

"Well, I'm hurt." she pouted, "But as long as you guys are alright now."

"Umm..." Kat began, "I don't really know if we are."

"What?" Bianca exclaimed, stopping her work to look at Kat. "What do you mean? He keeps climbing out of your window...with his clothes disheveled, and...I don't understand what the problem is."

"Just because we keep making out in my room with some clothes not on, does not mean that we are alright." Kat looked down, ignoring Bianca's incredulous stare.

"God, Kat...you are so messed up." Kat slammed down her marker and faced Bianca.

"I am not." Annoyance lined her face. "I'm just...confused." Bianca gave her a look.

"What like sexually confused?" She said hesitantly.

"No!" Kat huffed, leaning back in her chair, and crossing her arms, "About Patrick...about everything."

"What is there to be confused about? You like him, he loves you. You can't keep your hands off of each other, he looks amazing in his tight white t's..." Bianca grinned from ear to ear.

"Everytime we get together, we can't stop fighting."

"well Kat..." Bianca said, knowing Kat might get upset. "You're kind of impossible to get along with sometimes."

"What!" Kat squeaked, clenching her jaw and looking away, "Why does everybody keep saying that?"

"There's no problem here Kat. Patrick loves your crazy." Bianca let out a laugh. "You're overthinking. Just stop."

After some silent contemplation, Kat continued her work.

"Stop thinking..." she said quietly to herself. "I guess I could try that."

Kat felt like she'd been punched in the gut.

Just because most of the students at Padua High cared too much about celebrity gossip and tanning beds didn't mean she wanted them all to hate her. And when she'd heard her own words played back to her, she'd finally realized how harsh she was. Was that really how she sounded? Did she sound that way all the time? Like a self important bitch? Like she thought she was better than everyone else?

When she left the courtyard to a chorus of booing and slurs she thought she probably deserved it. And when Blank had told her he hadn't done it, switched the tapes, she almost didn't care either way.

Walking to her car to find it covered in food and everyone staring had been the last straw. Kat was supposed to be strong. Especially at school. But lately all she did was cry over Patrick Verona, and now she was about to cry because the kids at school hated her. She felt pathetic. And she felt like an asshole.

That's when she saw him.

And it was like it was exactly what she had needed at the moment, only she hadn't known that was exactly what she needed, until it had happened. And then he was walking over to her and holding her, and everything felt okay, and it didn't matter now that she was a social pariah and that her car desperately needed to be cleaned, and that Blank was definitely going to win Class President.

It only mattered that Patrick didn't hate her.

It only mattered that Patrick had voted for her, even though he had told her he didn't care about these stupid elections.

It only mattered that he was here, and she was here, and he cared. He really cared.

She didn't think about those other things anymore. Those other things didn't matter.

"It looks like you need a ride home" he had said lowly, and his voice was all she could hear, even though kids were walking by laughing and pointing at her poor car.

She had nodded and given him a small smile and they had got on his bike and drove to her house, and she was surprised how not bad she felt. Ten minutes ago she had been in her worst nightmare, but riding on the back of Patrick's bike, wind whipping through them, her body up against his, his body heat warming her, she felt fine. She felt perfect.

Her dad wasn't home. He wasn't supposed to be home until the next day. He was off delivering babies, having a hand in bringing new life into the world.

So when she looked into Patrick's eyes when they were alone in her room and he had asked her if she was okay, and then kissed her softly on her lips while they were sitting on her bed, she knew that there was no other way the night could go.

"Patrick..." she had whispered, "I'm great. Better than great." He had smiled and kissed her again, and she couldn't believe how good it felt. Her body was on fire. But all those voices, all those voices that usually muddled her thoughts, and filled up her head with doubt and anger and hurt, well they were silent.

When he'd said it again. Those three words. A she felt her whole body hum.

She was far from thinking about Josh at the time, but later she would recall that sex with him had been awkward and painful, and those voices had filled her up with tension and emotional duress.

Sex with Patrick Verona had been something else entirely.

When they were near to the edge, she didn't even think about saying it. It just came out as naturally as breathing.

I love you.

Nothing could have felt more right. Nothing else ever would.

He was staring at her and he felt like he was in a haze. Like there was a glow in the room.

To tell you the truth, he felt like he was high.

He was in Kat Stratford's bed...naked. And she was naked. And there was just this sheet covering them. And they were staring at each other. And she had said those words. Breathed them, actually. And he realized that that was the one thing in the world he'd been waiting to hear, only he didn't know that that was the one thing he'd been waiting to hear until she had said it.

Until her face looked like it had and she had said his name over and over.

Patrick had never sounded so good on anyone else's lips.

"Well, that was fun..." he had grinned in his euphoria and Kat had made a noise to brush it off and giggled. Actually giggled. "This is a new record for us, we haven't got in one single fight..."

"You see this is what the world needs, more sex, less war..." Kat had joked, and he felt warmth rising through his body.

"Now if that had been your campaign slogan, you would have won." She had laughed again, and he had to kiss her.

When Kat had sat up he was almost worried, he didn't want them to argue, he didn't want this to end. Ever.

"Can I ask you a favour?" She had asked softly, and his facial expression softened. "Don't break my heart, okay?" All he could do was nod.

"Okay." Patrick looked at the girl in front of him and sighed. "Can I ask you a favour?"

Kat grinned at him and said "What is it?".

That's when Dr. Stratford had come barrelling in, saying something about a hug, but Patrick could barely catch it before Kat's father's gaze hit them, and Patrick realized how not clothed Kat and he were, and why wasn't the door locked, and why wasn't he leaving he was just standing there?

"I'm not leaving." Dr. Stratford had said, and Patrick was pretty sure he would never live to see another day, which he was really bummed about because he had tickets to a concert next week, and he thought maybe Kat might want to go and even if he did live, he would probably never see her again.

Or his balls would be chopped off.

Downstairs, Bianca sat freaking out about Joey's on screen kiss, while Cameron and Dawn looked on sympathetically, before they heard the commotion coming from upstairs.

Eerily, Dr. Stratford was thinking the same thing as Patrick covered his face with a pillow.

Hard to be a deep voiced man boy without any testicles.

A/N: Next time I continue the cliffhanger! And the story will continue from there! I've come to the rescue, 10 Things Fans! Please keep reading :) AND REVIEW!