AUTHOR'S NOTE: WHAT IS THIS?
One of you reviewers needs to slap me!! What is this, I haven't updated since DECEMBER!?!? I am Sooooooooooooooooooo sorry!! Gosh, I hope this chapter is at least decent, to make up for the 5 months I haven't written!
Oh, and there's a small joke in there, about Andrew and lying to girls.It made me smile when I wrote it, but you know, whatever. If you catch it, you'll know it. It's practically directly from the movie. Oh, and it is not to say Patrick (remember him? Lol) lied.aww, never mind. Just read it.
DISCLAIMER: Right. I have decided I half-own Andrew, Joey, and Ella. I own Brad, and at least a portion of Sharon. Anyone else belongs to the makers of Ten Things I hate About You.
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Bianca crawled into the humid night air. The two story climb down no longer intimidating, but came so natural as stealing to a rouge. In a way, she and a rouge were one, she needed to steal into the night for dates-she and Kat would take turns escaping while the other would date. Brad's rule was not working, and almost fun to break. The bad part was that on the even dates-the ones where she had to sneak out- Bianca could only got to dinner or movies.everything else was closed.
As she slid down the ladder, a bright flash blinded her. She put her hands over her face as the flashes continued, and cried out in protest. "Joey? What are you doing?" But it wasn't Joey.
It was Andrew. And somehow, Bianca was not surprised when beside him was Ella. "Andrew, what are you trying to get at? Is this some joke?"
Ella slithered forward, in a predatory, feline way. "I have pictures of you breaking Daddy's rule. This really puts me in a wonderful position for blackmail, but I'm going to make this easy for you, Bianca." Ella brushed her long black hair behind her shoulder. "Just climb back up the ladder to your room and I won't say a thing." She tried to look sad for Bianca, and then shook her head in disgust. "You got yourself into this, not me."
Bianca glared evilly at Ella. She did an about face and ran up the ladder. Ella calmly took it and returned it to the space between the house and the bushes. She had to give herself a bonus point for finding it that one afternoon when she actually had to weed the yard. Who would have thought that such a tedious, gross chore could be so rewarding?
* * * "Why did I have to take the pictures?" Andrew demanded.
Ella shrugged. "You're under my control, and thus I should exploit you. It's my right. That, and I wanted to see two things: Kat tonight when she comes home from the date you stood her up on, and tomorrow at school when you have to make up and excuse to get out of your crime. I really don't know how much longer you can keep this farce up."
"But now that you won, what's Joey going to do?"
"Isn't it obvious? I will take him out. Who could refuse me?" She smiled sweetly. "You couldn't." She cleared her throat. "Now, about prom. I have a complete plan all made up, and you will be rewarded handsomely."
Andrew gritted his teeth. Tonight was going to make Kat mad enough, and now talk of prom wasn't going to thrill her. Ella dared to spark the gunpowder? "How handsomely?"
"Five hundred."
Andrew nearly choked on the sound of it. But as much as he wanted the money, he didn't need it. He glared. "Ella, it's over. I'm done." Like a criminal finally accepting his death sentence, Andrew was carefree as he turned his back on the girl and walked towards his car.
"Andrew! Come back here! You can't say no-you know you can't!" Anger and confusion replaced the normal seductive tone in Ella's voice. But he had already started the engine and backed out of the driveway.
She was right, he realized over halfway home. If he backed out now, Ella would still mess with his life, and kill any chance he had with Kat. It was a loose-loose situation. Ella would see Kat that night, angry with Andrew for standing her up. He glanced down at his clock radio. He was over an hour late. Ella would be more than happy to make Kat feel worse.
"S***. S***,s***,s***." Andrew whispered. How did she do it? Both girls, that is. One destroyed him, and he spent the last year trying to forget it, only to slide back into her scum. Other-this was a turning point. He knew it. Really, it wouldn't have been an issue with any other girl. He was taking care of his grandfather who watched wheel of fortune and ate spaghettios. They all believed him. He could even say he was in Australia for Pete's sake!
He remembered the Ferris wheel, and when he almost lied then. Then, he was thankful he didn't like her. Now, he was lamenting over her loss. The only way he could explain was if he talked to her before Ella did. Something other than the truth. Kat would never accept the truth.
The Prom! It was next weekend. He could apologize by taking her to the prom! It was the best he could think up under pressure. He made a U turn back to her house.
* * *
"You did WHAT?" Kat screamed at Andrew inside her bedroom. He began to apologize, but she stopped him. "No. Get out of my house."
"Kat, if you would just listen-" Andrew tried.
"To what, Andrew? How can you make this all better? Did you think I was just to say 'Oh, Andrew, you ARE wonderful. You gave up $500 to be honest with me." She fluttered her eyelashes a bit with a doll-like face. But the expression changed. "Oh wait, how much was it that you were paid BEFORE to take me out?"
"Look, I'm sorry. It was a stupid mistake, and I'll never lie to you again." Yes, he had told Kat about being paid. And apparently, he was right-Kat did not accept the truth. He thought by telling her that he turned down hundreds of dollars for her would soften the blow. Obviously, it didn't. He couldn't even remember how they got onto the subject, or why he told her. But he told her everything, and made sure not to even fudge a little bit on what he did. If he was going to tell the truth, he wasn't going to lie in the middle of it.
Kat did not understand. There was no way to make up for his lies. Earlier that day, she was completely happy. She thought she was going to go to a wonderful dinner with a guy she really liked. Really liked. But she was stood up. That crushed her. When she wanted to know why, he 'apologized' for it by telling her that the whole thing was just a job to him. The feeling of betrayal was too deep for words, a tightening pain in her chest that could not be explained except if described to one who had gone through the same experience. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry. But most of all, she wanted him to go. "Your right, Andrew, you'll never lie to me again. Because I won't let you. Get out of my house."
His last, pathetic attempt to salvage the conversation escaped from his mouth. "We could go to prom together, next Saturday, and it could be alright-" The boy needed to take a class in charisma, or public speaking, and learn when to give up. He stood just outside her bedroom door.
"I'll see thee hanged on Saturday first." She slammed the door closed.
* * *
Ella laughed from her room across from Kat's. "Becker, you're loosing your touch!"
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A/N: Please review!!!! Next chapter is PROM NIGHT! Yey (that's actually how you spell it! Or is it yay? Whatever.) I can't wait! * dances *
One of you reviewers needs to slap me!! What is this, I haven't updated since DECEMBER!?!? I am Sooooooooooooooooooo sorry!! Gosh, I hope this chapter is at least decent, to make up for the 5 months I haven't written!
Oh, and there's a small joke in there, about Andrew and lying to girls.It made me smile when I wrote it, but you know, whatever. If you catch it, you'll know it. It's practically directly from the movie. Oh, and it is not to say Patrick (remember him? Lol) lied.aww, never mind. Just read it.
DISCLAIMER: Right. I have decided I half-own Andrew, Joey, and Ella. I own Brad, and at least a portion of Sharon. Anyone else belongs to the makers of Ten Things I hate About You.
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Bianca crawled into the humid night air. The two story climb down no longer intimidating, but came so natural as stealing to a rouge. In a way, she and a rouge were one, she needed to steal into the night for dates-she and Kat would take turns escaping while the other would date. Brad's rule was not working, and almost fun to break. The bad part was that on the even dates-the ones where she had to sneak out- Bianca could only got to dinner or movies.everything else was closed.
As she slid down the ladder, a bright flash blinded her. She put her hands over her face as the flashes continued, and cried out in protest. "Joey? What are you doing?" But it wasn't Joey.
It was Andrew. And somehow, Bianca was not surprised when beside him was Ella. "Andrew, what are you trying to get at? Is this some joke?"
Ella slithered forward, in a predatory, feline way. "I have pictures of you breaking Daddy's rule. This really puts me in a wonderful position for blackmail, but I'm going to make this easy for you, Bianca." Ella brushed her long black hair behind her shoulder. "Just climb back up the ladder to your room and I won't say a thing." She tried to look sad for Bianca, and then shook her head in disgust. "You got yourself into this, not me."
Bianca glared evilly at Ella. She did an about face and ran up the ladder. Ella calmly took it and returned it to the space between the house and the bushes. She had to give herself a bonus point for finding it that one afternoon when she actually had to weed the yard. Who would have thought that such a tedious, gross chore could be so rewarding?
* * * "Why did I have to take the pictures?" Andrew demanded.
Ella shrugged. "You're under my control, and thus I should exploit you. It's my right. That, and I wanted to see two things: Kat tonight when she comes home from the date you stood her up on, and tomorrow at school when you have to make up and excuse to get out of your crime. I really don't know how much longer you can keep this farce up."
"But now that you won, what's Joey going to do?"
"Isn't it obvious? I will take him out. Who could refuse me?" She smiled sweetly. "You couldn't." She cleared her throat. "Now, about prom. I have a complete plan all made up, and you will be rewarded handsomely."
Andrew gritted his teeth. Tonight was going to make Kat mad enough, and now talk of prom wasn't going to thrill her. Ella dared to spark the gunpowder? "How handsomely?"
"Five hundred."
Andrew nearly choked on the sound of it. But as much as he wanted the money, he didn't need it. He glared. "Ella, it's over. I'm done." Like a criminal finally accepting his death sentence, Andrew was carefree as he turned his back on the girl and walked towards his car.
"Andrew! Come back here! You can't say no-you know you can't!" Anger and confusion replaced the normal seductive tone in Ella's voice. But he had already started the engine and backed out of the driveway.
She was right, he realized over halfway home. If he backed out now, Ella would still mess with his life, and kill any chance he had with Kat. It was a loose-loose situation. Ella would see Kat that night, angry with Andrew for standing her up. He glanced down at his clock radio. He was over an hour late. Ella would be more than happy to make Kat feel worse.
"S***. S***,s***,s***." Andrew whispered. How did she do it? Both girls, that is. One destroyed him, and he spent the last year trying to forget it, only to slide back into her scum. Other-this was a turning point. He knew it. Really, it wouldn't have been an issue with any other girl. He was taking care of his grandfather who watched wheel of fortune and ate spaghettios. They all believed him. He could even say he was in Australia for Pete's sake!
He remembered the Ferris wheel, and when he almost lied then. Then, he was thankful he didn't like her. Now, he was lamenting over her loss. The only way he could explain was if he talked to her before Ella did. Something other than the truth. Kat would never accept the truth.
The Prom! It was next weekend. He could apologize by taking her to the prom! It was the best he could think up under pressure. He made a U turn back to her house.
* * *
"You did WHAT?" Kat screamed at Andrew inside her bedroom. He began to apologize, but she stopped him. "No. Get out of my house."
"Kat, if you would just listen-" Andrew tried.
"To what, Andrew? How can you make this all better? Did you think I was just to say 'Oh, Andrew, you ARE wonderful. You gave up $500 to be honest with me." She fluttered her eyelashes a bit with a doll-like face. But the expression changed. "Oh wait, how much was it that you were paid BEFORE to take me out?"
"Look, I'm sorry. It was a stupid mistake, and I'll never lie to you again." Yes, he had told Kat about being paid. And apparently, he was right-Kat did not accept the truth. He thought by telling her that he turned down hundreds of dollars for her would soften the blow. Obviously, it didn't. He couldn't even remember how they got onto the subject, or why he told her. But he told her everything, and made sure not to even fudge a little bit on what he did. If he was going to tell the truth, he wasn't going to lie in the middle of it.
Kat did not understand. There was no way to make up for his lies. Earlier that day, she was completely happy. She thought she was going to go to a wonderful dinner with a guy she really liked. Really liked. But she was stood up. That crushed her. When she wanted to know why, he 'apologized' for it by telling her that the whole thing was just a job to him. The feeling of betrayal was too deep for words, a tightening pain in her chest that could not be explained except if described to one who had gone through the same experience. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry. But most of all, she wanted him to go. "Your right, Andrew, you'll never lie to me again. Because I won't let you. Get out of my house."
His last, pathetic attempt to salvage the conversation escaped from his mouth. "We could go to prom together, next Saturday, and it could be alright-" The boy needed to take a class in charisma, or public speaking, and learn when to give up. He stood just outside her bedroom door.
"I'll see thee hanged on Saturday first." She slammed the door closed.
* * *
Ella laughed from her room across from Kat's. "Becker, you're loosing your touch!"
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A/N: Please review!!!! Next chapter is PROM NIGHT! Yey (that's actually how you spell it! Or is it yay? Whatever.) I can't wait! * dances *