Chapter three
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Ten Things I hate About You!!!' Ok, let that be all I say in the disclaimer!
Author's Note: At last! I have four reviews! (even though they are only from two people, I still appreciate them!) I feel like I have accomplished something, even if only a couple people read it consistently. A couple of notes to my faithful reviewers:
YourWinter06: you have been faithful with your reviews right from the beginning. You have no idea how valuable your opinion is in the aspect of my writing. I appreciate you and your reviews to no end.
Neerah: You have just begun the saga of this story, but already I can sense a faithful reviewer coming along. I'm glad you jumped on the bandwagon with this one, I also am so grateful to you. You have no idea how grateful…
Well, the time has come for this tale to continue! This chappie might be a longer one, as I want to include something rather big from the movie, so I can really get on with MY plot…but I can only do that if I get a rather long time on the computer, so we'll have to see…also, some of the events might be a little different from those in the movie…please forgive me, I'm not going to get anal about details here.
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I walked over the intercom and asked who was there.
"It's Michael." God, Michael. I didn't feel like talking to him, but I couldn't push him off again, so I buzzed him in.
"Mandella, I'm so sorry. I was an ass. I shouldn't have just driven off. You were upset and I just realized that I shouldn't have assumed you were mad at me. I couldn't simply go home and not sort things out with you. what's wrong?"
"Michael, um…uh, I was just worried about Kat. She left the prom early, and she seemed mad at Patrick."
"And was she mad at Patrick?" Damn, Michael, you're too sweet!
"Well, it turns out that Patrick was paid to take Kat out. Paid by Joey 'eat me' Donner. Doesn't that make you sick?"
"Yeah. It would really burn me if it wasn't for these circumstances."
"What are you trying to say, Michael?" I was starting to get even more stressed out at this point.
"Mandella, promise me you won't be mad and you'll try to understand. You know my friend, Cameron? Well, he has the major hots for Bianca Stratford. We got Joey to pay Patrick to go out with Kat because the only way Bianca was allowed to date was if Kat dated. We though that Patrick was perfect for her. But after he started dating Kat, he genuinely started liking her." God, I knew Bianca had something to do with this fiasco.
"Anyways, I talked to Cameron before I came over here and he said that Bianca, him and Joey got into a huge fight and now Bianca is dating Cameron. Now that Joey's out of the picture, Patrick isn't getting paid anymore. But Patrick is still interested in Kat, he's falling in love with her. I hope you believe me, Mandella." Well, at least the guy tells what I hope is the truth.
"I don't know what to believe anymore, Michael. I am really confused. How do you play into all of this? No wait, I don't care or even want to know. Just please, please, hold me, Michael." It didn't take a moment for him to answer my pleas, and he sat down on my couch with me in his arms. I accidentally let a tear slip down my face and a shudder in my shoulders broke loose. I was scared about what Michael would think of me. He's only ever seen me as tough, badass bitch. What am I now? But Michael saw the tear and he brushed it's trail with the tip of his finger, stroking my cheek gently. Then, as I was caught off my guard, he leaned in to kiss me.
"Please go. I'm sorry, but please, just go, Michael. I need to be alone awhile." He didn't ask any questions. I could see the hurt look in his eyes, and I had to glance away. I didn't need the guilt.
"I'm sorry, Michael, I'm just not ready." He just looked right at me and left. He closed the door with a timid 'click.' And he was gone.
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Later, in English class, we were told to stand and read our sonnets aloud. Damn iambic pentameter, it's easy enough for Shakespeare, but not for me. Nobody wanted to read their sonnet, until Kat stood up, surprisingly enough and delivered hers:
'I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick --
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh -- Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way
I don't hate you --
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. '
At the end, her voice quavered and she had to leave the room, with Patrick following close behind her. I had to stay in the English classroom till dismissal, but afterwards, I walked with Kat to her car, and there, sitting in the front seat was the most glorious guitar. From Patrick. For her band. And then, lo and behold, the devil himself comes waltzing up to Kat to beg for her forgiveness.
"God, I've been such a prat. Can you forgive me?" Damn, he can be pretty sweet when he tried.
"You know, you can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up." She replied. I could tell at this point that she wouldn't be mad for long.
"Well, I figured I could get you a drum set, keyboard and maybe someday it'll advance to a tambourine!" and then the distance between them closed as he drew her in for a kiss. It's actually really hard to watch someone kiss and not feel a twinge of jealously, especially when the last guy who tried to kiss you, you smacked down. God, the guilt is getting worse! I really should call Michael, but I don't know what to say.
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There! We've reached the end of that chappie and the movie material…time to move on to my original plotline! Are you excited! Feel free to show your vast enthusiasm in a review or 8! *muahahahaha*