A/N: I hope you will notice that the first three chapters have been slightly revised… you might want to check those out… I know this chapter is considerably shorter than chapter three- but too bad, because all you will just have to deal. (Don't worry; the next chapter is at least as long as chapter three…I think…) But anyways, I won't keep you from the next chapter any longer…here it is…

The crowd slowly filed out of the theatre, with exclamations of "That was really awesome!" and "Holy crap, I don't think I have ever been that scared in my life!" Kat and Patrick trailed behind.

"Uh, yeah. Kat, I want to talk…"

"Let's talk over some ice cream, okay?" Kat led the way out of the theatre, up to the parking garage roof and to her car. "So where to?"

"31 Flavors?"

"In America, we call it Baskin-Robbins. But, yeah, we can go there," she said, approaching and unlocking the doors to her car.

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After a long, mostly quiet drive, they finally arrived at the ice cream shoppe. Kat stopped the car and turned  off the engine but remained still in her seat. "Why are you acting so strange? Are you pissed or something?"

"That's what I want to talk to you about. Do you want to know why I was really late?"

"You mean you lied to me?"

"Well, no, not actually. That friend that I told you tied me up and kept me from being on time? Well, she's a little more than a friend."

Kat was speechless. How could he do this to me? I'm just not enough for him am I? Well, screw him. He can go be with this slut that unwisely interfered with us. "I cannot believe you. You little man-whore. Get the hell out of my car."

"Wha- Kat!"

"I said," she seethed, trying with all of her might not to punch him, or even worse, start crying, "get OUT! What part of that do you not understand?!"

"Alright, alright," he said a he climbed out. "Call me?"

"You asshole!" she screamed, stepping on the gas and speeding out of sight.

Patrick stood on the corner, watching her drive away. Out of nowhere, he sees his car pull up to the curb. What the hell… It parked and he saw Mai sitting in the driver's seat.

"Good job, lover boy. Now, get in the car. You wouldn't want to walk home, would you?"

"How did you know we were here?"

"Not only did I wire you with microphones, but I also hid in your backseat and when you got out and went into her car, I started this one up, and followed you."

Damn it, he thought, remembering the spare key that he had in hid apartment that she must have found and taken.

"You had better get in the car," she repeated. Knowing that if he didn't, he would be forced to anyway.

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The shrill ring off the telephone interrupted Mandella's hour so far of work on her Calculus homework. She rolled over on her bed to pick up her phone.

"Hello?"

"Mandella?"

"Kat?" She could tell that Kat had been previously crying about something but had gotten over it and now was positively furious at whoever had gotten her mad. "What happened?"

"Patrick is such an ass. He is going to die. Oh, God! How could I let myself get fooled like that?" Kat raged.

"What happened?" Mandella repeated the question.

"Patrick has another woman… I can't even believe I am hearing myself say that… But you know what? He can't do that to me and not expect to get something back in return…"

"What are you plotting?"

"Oh, it's almost too perfect- he'd get so pissed! Oh, you will see, you WILL see!

"Kat…" Mandella heard Kat's slightly manic laughter and the click of the phone being hung up. She sighed as she wondered what was going on in Kat's head.

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"You know what? I'm not afraid of you. Just get out- get out of my apartment!"

"Oh, don't even play like you are a big, strong hero. You can't do shit and you know it," she replied, slowly undressing and climbing into his bed.

"What do you think you are doing, trying to be all seductive and getting into my bed? Well, I don't think so, girlie.  You seriously need to leave. Go look for a therapist or something because you are obviously quite insane if you think you are staying here tonight or any other night," he said, and in the process, opening the door and throwing her suitcase out. "For the last time, get out!"

"You don't know what you are missing," she replied, with pouty lips. "Don't worry, though. You may be able to kick me out, but that doesn't mean that I won't leave you alone." She turned out the door and walked down the hallway, trying to hide the fact that she was about to cry. She wouldn't let him see her weakened and how much she needed and loved him.

"Don't feel as if you need to come back! The pleasure was all mine!" he yelled down the hall before he slammed the door.

A/N: So how'd ya like it? I hope you did like it and are looking forward to the next one, which for some reason I am particularly fond of… Well, you'll see when you read it!

Till the next chapter,

Charlotte ;)