A.N: Thanks again for the reviews! Your interest is of the utmost importance to me! lol :) I hope you like this chapter, because after this things are about to get a little sticky...
*This chapter is still in Kat's pov, but the second part doesn't include her physical presence so that's why it sounds like its in the third person!
And now the saga continues...lol
Chapter 3: Escape
The afternoon was unnaturally bright the next day and I was finding myself growing more irritated by the second. Sunshine wasn't what I wanted. I was experiencing seriously unwanted feelings. It should have been pouring and lightning, because the storm in my own head was about ready to throw me into a flood. Put simply, I was pissed.
When day had broke and the first sounds of early morning were heard throughout my house, I grabbed my bag-newly changed in a pair of cargoes and a black halter top-and took the stairs two at a time right out the door. Even now the idea of going home is unpleasantly acquired.
Mandella spotted me between passing periods-being the only person to manage it as I had stealthily been avoiding everyone at all costs. I thought about turning around and going in the other direction, but I was hardly looking to hurt her feelings so instead I remained still in the middle of the outside quad.
"Kat," she greeted standing in front of me without trying to force a smile; knowing me too well and seeing that, that would have made me even more angry. Instead she put the situation bluntly, "This sucks worse than one of Joey Donner's report cards, huh?"
That earned a small grin and I nodded my head a few times, before linking my arm with hers and walking over to a nearby bench fully intending on skipping Mr. Morgan's class to talk to her if that's what it took. Suddenly, it felt as if I had to get some of it out before my chest caved in. And if anyone would understand it seemed that Mandella, whom I'd trusted for years, would be that person.
"Spill it to me, kid." She said playfully.
I was about to open my mouth to speak one of the thousand complaints that were screeching through me, but halted abruptly.
"What?" She asked.
"Tonight." I said with a grin spreading across my face.
"What about it?"
"You and me at Club Skunk, that's what." Mandella's eyebrows met at the middle with a frown.
"Kat, its a school night-."
"Yeah, and we've always cared about stuff like that." I cut in sarcastically.
She was about to mutter a word of protest and then switched gears, apparently finding right now-more than ever-to simply go along with whatever I wanted.
"Sounds fun." She responded with a smile to back up the statement.
I smirked; satisfied. "Good."
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Patrick skipped over the few steps it took to get to the porch and walked smoothly over to the front door, ringing the door bell. It wasn't long before Bianca came and opened it, having to look up slightly at his tall form.
"Hi, Patrick." She said politely.
"Hey there, girly." He replied with a patient grin. "I wish to speak with the illustrious Kat. Didn't see her at school. Is she, um, under the apple tree?" He doubted that Bianca would comprehend his analogy on whether or not Kat was feeling well, but it didn't matter. He knew it wasn't going to be easy to adjust to the new appearance of the ever present Ms. Stratford and wasn't about to make Bianca feel uncomfortable now for any reason.
"If that means, 'is she here?'-Then no. I didn't see her come home last night, though I'm pretty sure she did since I vaguely remember hearing her clamor down the stairs this morning before anyone could get up. I may have caught a glimpse of her at school, but it could have been any blondie in a pair of last month's rambo attire. And she hasn't bothered to come home yet." She paused as her eyes drifted out to the street and then quickly caught Patrick's stare head on, startling him slightly. "Kat isn't going to want to deal with this in the same way that she didn't want to deal with Mom's leaving. We should all be happy," she added dully, not convincing him. "Find her." She said and it was then that he realized what Bianca had been thinking.
"Bianca, I know that Kat is a very independent girl but she wouldn't do that to you." He said quickly as to smooth over her nervous feelings.
A small tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away quickly with a small laugh. "Its funny that I haven't exactly been verbally shy to expressing my feelings of being perfectly okay with her leaving-if not pulling for it. But not like that. She's my sister, Patrick." She shrugged. "You know?"
He smiled sweetly and nodded once. She took another shaky breath and he pulled her into a soft hug; placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head as a brother would to his baby sister. "One wish shall be granted to you," he said as if to lighten the mood as he pulled away from the appreciative Bianca.
She smiled. "That I could help you look for her?" She asked hopefully.
He raised an eyebrow, surprised.
"Its just that my mom's inside, and I've been trying to-I'm not avoiding her-," she cut herself off and tried to explain that she wanted to escape without having to say it at all.
"Hop in then." He said, understanding. "And may the search begin."
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A.N: Hope you liked it! Please review! The next chapter may be a little on the long side, so *fingers crossed* I hope you still like it! I'm fixing to nose dive into the Kat-Pat relationship and Cam is going to be making a very important appearance! ;)
*This chapter is still in Kat's pov, but the second part doesn't include her physical presence so that's why it sounds like its in the third person!
And now the saga continues...lol
Chapter 3: Escape
The afternoon was unnaturally bright the next day and I was finding myself growing more irritated by the second. Sunshine wasn't what I wanted. I was experiencing seriously unwanted feelings. It should have been pouring and lightning, because the storm in my own head was about ready to throw me into a flood. Put simply, I was pissed.
When day had broke and the first sounds of early morning were heard throughout my house, I grabbed my bag-newly changed in a pair of cargoes and a black halter top-and took the stairs two at a time right out the door. Even now the idea of going home is unpleasantly acquired.
Mandella spotted me between passing periods-being the only person to manage it as I had stealthily been avoiding everyone at all costs. I thought about turning around and going in the other direction, but I was hardly looking to hurt her feelings so instead I remained still in the middle of the outside quad.
"Kat," she greeted standing in front of me without trying to force a smile; knowing me too well and seeing that, that would have made me even more angry. Instead she put the situation bluntly, "This sucks worse than one of Joey Donner's report cards, huh?"
That earned a small grin and I nodded my head a few times, before linking my arm with hers and walking over to a nearby bench fully intending on skipping Mr. Morgan's class to talk to her if that's what it took. Suddenly, it felt as if I had to get some of it out before my chest caved in. And if anyone would understand it seemed that Mandella, whom I'd trusted for years, would be that person.
"Spill it to me, kid." She said playfully.
I was about to open my mouth to speak one of the thousand complaints that were screeching through me, but halted abruptly.
"What?" She asked.
"Tonight." I said with a grin spreading across my face.
"What about it?"
"You and me at Club Skunk, that's what." Mandella's eyebrows met at the middle with a frown.
"Kat, its a school night-."
"Yeah, and we've always cared about stuff like that." I cut in sarcastically.
She was about to mutter a word of protest and then switched gears, apparently finding right now-more than ever-to simply go along with whatever I wanted.
"Sounds fun." She responded with a smile to back up the statement.
I smirked; satisfied. "Good."
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Patrick skipped over the few steps it took to get to the porch and walked smoothly over to the front door, ringing the door bell. It wasn't long before Bianca came and opened it, having to look up slightly at his tall form.
"Hi, Patrick." She said politely.
"Hey there, girly." He replied with a patient grin. "I wish to speak with the illustrious Kat. Didn't see her at school. Is she, um, under the apple tree?" He doubted that Bianca would comprehend his analogy on whether or not Kat was feeling well, but it didn't matter. He knew it wasn't going to be easy to adjust to the new appearance of the ever present Ms. Stratford and wasn't about to make Bianca feel uncomfortable now for any reason.
"If that means, 'is she here?'-Then no. I didn't see her come home last night, though I'm pretty sure she did since I vaguely remember hearing her clamor down the stairs this morning before anyone could get up. I may have caught a glimpse of her at school, but it could have been any blondie in a pair of last month's rambo attire. And she hasn't bothered to come home yet." She paused as her eyes drifted out to the street and then quickly caught Patrick's stare head on, startling him slightly. "Kat isn't going to want to deal with this in the same way that she didn't want to deal with Mom's leaving. We should all be happy," she added dully, not convincing him. "Find her." She said and it was then that he realized what Bianca had been thinking.
"Bianca, I know that Kat is a very independent girl but she wouldn't do that to you." He said quickly as to smooth over her nervous feelings.
A small tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away quickly with a small laugh. "Its funny that I haven't exactly been verbally shy to expressing my feelings of being perfectly okay with her leaving-if not pulling for it. But not like that. She's my sister, Patrick." She shrugged. "You know?"
He smiled sweetly and nodded once. She took another shaky breath and he pulled her into a soft hug; placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head as a brother would to his baby sister. "One wish shall be granted to you," he said as if to lighten the mood as he pulled away from the appreciative Bianca.
She smiled. "That I could help you look for her?" She asked hopefully.
He raised an eyebrow, surprised.
"Its just that my mom's inside, and I've been trying to-I'm not avoiding her-," she cut herself off and tried to explain that she wanted to escape without having to say it at all.
"Hop in then." He said, understanding. "And may the search begin."
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A.N: Hope you liked it! Please review! The next chapter may be a little on the long side, so *fingers crossed* I hope you still like it! I'm fixing to nose dive into the Kat-Pat relationship and Cam is going to be making a very important appearance! ;)