A/N- pointless, fluffy, lots of fun! Katie galore!
Chapter 37
Katie's POV
I watched Chris cross the grass to the other side of the high school campus and sighed, resting my chin on my hand. He glanced my way and hurried by. I pouted slightly. Why hadn't he asked me out yet? I could tell he wanted to and I would definitely accept, he was so cute! Was he having a hard time approaching me or something? Maybe that was it. Maybe I'd have to approach him myself. No problem.
I got up from the bench I was sitting at and swept across the grounds. I stopped in front of Chris, an obstacle in his path. He looked surprised and slightly uncomfortable.
"Hi Chris. Why haven't you asked me out yet?" I asked directly. He took a slight step back.
"I really wanted to, but I thought you had a boyfriend." He said, stuttering slightly. It was my turn to be surprised.
"A boyfriend? No, I don't. Where did you hear that?" I asked, searching my mind for a time where I might have given the impression I had a boyfriend.
"Your brother told me that, and every other guy I've talked to." Mason must die.
"Well it's not true." I said harshly. "I don't know why he would say that." Oh, but I did. Mason had been on me lately for the quantity and type of guys I went out with. He was discouraging guys from asking me out! The nerve of that boy to do that. "You know what? Never mind I said anything. Bye Chris!" I skipped off, leaving him looking scared.
I put on my Mason Must Die face. I skulked across the grounds, trying to think where he might be. I spotted his car. He and Sophie were in it.
Nonchalantly, I strode to his car and knocked on the window. He jumped and looked around before, grudgingly, rolling down his window.
"Yes?" he asked, obviously annoyed. Sophie waved to me from his other side.
"Just curious, but why did you tell Chris and some others that I have a boyfriend?" I asked sweetly. He raised his eyebrows, seeming bemused.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes! Of course it matters! No one will ask me out now!" I whined.
"Is that necessarily a bad thing?" he asked in a detached sort of voice.
"Uh, yeah!" I said, rolling my eyes at my brother's stupidity.
"I think you could do better than the guys here anyway."
"I know I could do better too but I'll take what I can get right now, won't I?" I said angrily.
"Your logic needs some work." He said simply
"Fine. Fine," I huffed. "I just won't date anymore." He gave me a curt nod and rolled his window back up while I sulked to my class, already planning who to date that would make Mason the angriest.
Class went slowly and when I was finally out again I leaned against my locker, watching the guys pass my locker. Emily joined me there.
"I was talking to Mason and he said if I saw you I should give you the message 'I know what you're planning Kate, and don't go there.'" Emily looked completely bewildered. I laughed, low and menacing. Emily took a step back.
"If you see him tell him, 'I don't know what he's talking about.'" I said sweetly before adding, "'and it will work, too.'" I laughed maniacally and walked away towards my next class.
This class was just as slow as the last one. I spent my time going over all the worst guys I could think of in my head. Luke… no, he's on probation… Jeff… no, he's dating Angie… I was running out of guys fast, each one not quite the one I wanted. I felt there was an obvious choice, but I couldn't quite grasp it.
Class ended finally and I loitered by my locker once again. Guys passed and I followed them with my eyes, silently passing judgment. Too preppy… Ugly… Mason would be happy if I dated that guy… Olivia came and joined me at my locker.
"Hi," I said, my eyes not leaving the most recent subject of my opinion. She watched me a moment, her wide eyes not leaving me.
"I'm guessing this is what Mason sent me to stop?" she asked after a moment. I swore quietly.
"Is he a spy now or something? How does he always know what I'm doing? And now he's enlisting our cousins to work against me? Well screw him." I said harshly. I grabbed her arm and pulled her next to me and whispered conspiratorially, "Who's the worst guy you could think to date? You know, a bad boy of sorts?" She raised an eyebrow in confusion but answered promptly nonetheless.
"That'd have to be Damian Caperer, you know, the senior with the motorcycle and the short dark hair, not to mention the multiple facial rings and tattoos. Might I ask why?" she asked.
"I'm interviewing for my open spot for boyfriend." I said distractedly. Why hadn't I thought of Damian? He was the most notorious rebel in school. While I mused on my stupidity Olivia looked at me strange and then walked away muttering, "Sorry I asked."
I got to class just as the bell rang and only semi paid attention to the lecture. Would this day never end? I burst from the room when the bell sounded once again and sought Damian out. I spent all of my passing time searching but found nothing. Disappointed, I went to class and took sufficient notes for once.
Lunch rolled around and I strolled to the cafeteria, grabbing a can of pop before heading over to Mason, Sophie, Emily, Alex, and Olivia where they were talking at their normal table.
"What are you, a spy?" I demanded of Mason.
"What gives you that impression dear sister?" he asked in a very tired voice.
"It's terrible enough you're getting into my private life but now you're enlisted Emily and Olivia to be messengers
"Must you meddle?" I asked angrily.
Yes. Yes, I must meddle otherwise you are going to get hurt." He said calmly. I huffed at him, hands on hips, and turned on my heel, determined to find Damian. I stalked outside and looked around.
The continuous rain here nearly always deserted the campus so I was surprised to see a figure on a motorcycle cutting through the rain. He pulled off his helmet and shook out his dark, rain-saturated hair. I watched quietly as he approached, studying the metal studs peppering his face. He stopped in front of me and for the first time I noticed just how tall he was.
"Hey." He said. I nodded up at him.
"Want to be my boyfriend?" I asked. He studied me.
"Sure." He said evenly.
"Good. Drive me home tonight?" I asked brightly.
"Yeah, why not." He said then turned to go.
Smirking to myself I sauntered to my next class and sat, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. I wasn't planning to stay with Damian. Just long enough to make Mason mad and see I can hold my own. Did I know I was using Damian? Yup. Did I care? Nope.
The day passed fairly quickly after lunch and I giggled maniacally as I trekked to the parking lot. He was at his bike already, pulling his helmet free from the handles.
It then struck me how hot he was. He was extraordinarily muscled and his toned skin showed through his thin shirt.
It then also struck me how big the bike the looked suddenly. It looked like some big scary monster, intent of either eating me or bucking me off of it as soon as I sat down.
Nervously I made it to the bike and Damian and eyed it warily.
"Hi," I said putting on a false bright tone, noting that Mason and Sophie along with our cousins had just strolled out of the building. I lightly trailed my hand along the flossy maroon and black exterior of the bike.
"Ready?" he asked I looked up, way up, at him. I nodded and shimmied up onto the bike, clutching his waist tightly, fear gripping at my own sides.
Suddenly, I noticed Mason, paused mid-stride, still with his arm wrapped around Sophie's waist, squinting at me on the bike. My fear melted away as my face split into a grin and I gave one loud hard laugh.
"Yeah, I'm ready." I said confidently as I watched Mason's stricken face dissolve into fury. He revved the engine and let it snarl to life. With a leap of my heart, the smooth jerk of the bike pulled us forward, whipping my hair out behind me and speeding us across the asphalt. I raised my arm in farewell to Mason and company, enjoying seeing him seething and the other four roaring with laughter beside him.
I screamed with exhilaration as we ripped across the blacktop and onto the open road. Minutes (or was it moments?) later I found myself in front of my house. I hopped off and turned to him with a grin.
"That was awesome! Thanks!" I said exuberantly. He grinned back at me.
"Anytime." He said and, with another growl of his engine, he'd wheeled around and was out of sight. I turned to go inside and was opening the front door when I heard the hum of Mason's car. I turned and smiled at his livid face. He slid out and slammed the door.
"What were you thinking?" he hissed once he was in front of me.
"I was thinking he was really cute." I said sweetly, pretending to swoon.
"You know as well as I do he's bad news! And you let him drive you on his motorcycle! I can't believe you'd be that irresponsible." He growled.
"I can. It's been proven that a sense of judgment doesn't fully develop in young people until the age of 25 so this was fully justified." I reasoned. He glared at me.
"Fine. Fine, obviously I'm not going to get through to you. But our parents might." He smiled maliciously at my stricken face and darted inside. I was behind him in an instant. He had far longer legs and was fast so, predictably, he beat me.
"Hey, dad." He said nonchalantly. Dad spun around in his chair to see him. "Guess how Katie got home?" Dad's eyes narrowed at his tone and my panicked face.
"How?" he asked suspiciously.
"On the back of her new boyfriend's motorcycle, Damian Caperer." He said in the same maddening tone. Dad's eyes grew huge.
"Ooh, struck a nerve with that one." Mom said quietly from the couch, closing her book softly. I watched, wide eyed and scared as dad turned angry eyes on me.
"You rode a motorcycle with Damian Caperer?" he asked in a rather constricted voice. I nodded meekly. "Isn't that Damian kid the one with all the tattoos and such? He's bad news Katie! I forbid you to date him! Didn't we tell you motorcycles were dangerous too? And with him!" Dad ranted before mom paused him.
"You sound like my father again with the 'motorcycles are bad' bit. I wholeheartedly agree that Katie should not be going out with that boy," she punctuated this statement with a stern glare at me, "but please do not get into the same bit. It might be a little biased." She said in a placating voice. He nodded, grimacing very slightly, and turned back to me.
"Alright, but just break up with him. I don't care how, but do it, okay?" he asked grudgingly. I nodded resentfully and he gave me a quick searching look before going back to his work. Mason smirked at me over his head and I glowered back at him. I turned on my heel and stalked off sulkily to my room. Mason followed and leaned against my doorway.
"And what did we learn from this?" he asked tauntingly. I rolled my eyes.
"Helmet hair sucks." I answered, pulling at a few strands, completely in disarray. He rolled his eyes, before pausing and looking at me worriedly.
"What are you going to tell him to break it off though?" I waved it off.
"Let's just put it this way. If he asks, I'm a lesbian."
A/N- I know that was pretty pointless. It started out as a character development exercise but it was so much fun I didn't stop. I have a couple more chapters in my head already, all are rather pointless, but some just tying up loose ends.
--Cullens4everandever