Alright, VERY short chapter, but it explains some stuff I was going to wait to clarify until later- might help you undertand Katherine. So, here it is folks, I'll update again soon but this English paper is absolutely kicking my ass and then shitting on me, so I'm a little busy. Wish me luck.
Kat pushed him slightly to the side, they needed to take a breather. Smiling at the tan boy beside her, she giggled as he reached a hand up to touch her chipped tooth.
"From Save the Citizen, remember? I think I bled on your shirt… Be right back, okay? I have to call Derek." She didn't, but she did anyways. She asked him to cover for her and he said no, but he did anyways.
"Kat," Warren spoke her name, and she looked at him and she wasn't sure whether to be excited or whether to be embarrassed or ashamed or whether she should just go kiss him. She tilted her head to the side, slightly, he wanted to touch her neck, maybe, to kiss her neck. "I thought you were so shy."
"I am."
"No. I'm not buying it. Good, shy girls don't kiss like that. Bullshit." He looked her straight in the eye, watching for a reaction. Kat bit her lip, what was there to say?
"I'm shy. I'm not good."
"But the… the whole preppy braid, white shirt, pants thing. The whole… smart, unattainable thing." Kat started to feel really hot, she blew her hair out of her face, fanning herself with a hand.
"I just… when I started junior high, it was awful. People made fun of my hair, my clothes, my skin- I used to have freckles. Like, a lot of freckles. My freckles had freckles. I know I'm not pretty, but-" Warren raised his eyebrows, clearly disputing her description. "No, seriously, I'm not fishing for compliments here. I thought… I thought that if I was in control, my life would go the way I wanted. I thought if I could control my clothes and my grades and my hair, even, my life would stay in control. I thought if I could control myself, I could control my life and my personality and I thought I would make friends and I thought people would like me and-" She cut herself off, clearing her throat uncomfortably. "I love to drink and I love to smoke… because I say what I think and what I mean, like I can't when I'm sober. I don't feel so mute and shy. I mean, half the time I regret it later, fuck, I'll probably regret this later but I'm drunk and drunk gives me an excuse to be honest, better than regretting not doing anything about it."
"About what?"
"Everything."
"If you're so shy, why are you being so honest?"
"I don't know. I… I like you. I feel comfortable around you, and around Layla, and Will, and even Magenta. I was sick of being invisible… I had to try something, anything. I'm not quiet, I'm shy. Did you really think I was that boring all the time?"
"Well, yeah," Warren replied with a smirk, laughing when she jabbed at him, missing, with an elbow.
"Well, you know what Mr. Broody Brooding One, I actually like who I can be when I'm with people I love…" His face grew serious, as did hers- when she realized the implications of what she'd just said. He moved an arm to snake around her shoulders, pulling her towards him as he pressed TV/VIDEO on his remote, the crappy four-inch TV flickered to blue, and the DVD menu for Blue Velvet keyed up. She leaned into him, into his weight, his warmth. Someone watching them might've said they looked like angels, halfway to celestial as they glowed, together, in that flickering light- but lit up from the inside even more, lit up in their eyes.