Author's Note-Okay, for all you Dylan and Anthony shippers there will be some action soon, I promise, just bear with me. Also try and see if you can catch the Crispin Glover reference in the chapter, fifty points for you if you do! Also you probably won't have to wait long for chapter 4, it's already in the works. This Chapter is deticated to a certain someone. (And I'm not telling whom.)
"Kat!", Dylan yelled up the stairs, "Time to wake up!" Kat groaned. She was definitely not a morning person. That was at least one trait she had inherited from her mother. She also knew for a fact that after her mother made sure was awake and dressed she snuck back into bed and slept until 11 or so. Unless she had a case, then she got up wheneverher boss from the FBI called in, irate that she was late. Hmm, maybe if she stuck her pillow over her head, her mother would think she hadn't heard her and give up. ThenKat heard her mother yell from downstairs-"And don't put a pillow over your head and give me that lie about not hearing me Katerina Lillian Saunders!"
Drat, no such luck.
Kat dragged herself out of bed realizing she was still wearing last night's clothes. She quickly pulled them off, and stuffed them under the nook in her room. They would have to remain there until she got them to the cleaners. She couldn't afford her mother noticing them. She had an eagle's eye for evidence. Not that an untrained eye would have noticed. Almost all her clothes were black, or at least some variation of the dark color, except for a few bright cheerful pieces that Dylan had bought Kat in an attempt to convince her she looked good in that kind of stuff. Obviously, that little experiment was unsuccessful. Kat ran down the stairs to take a shower and let her mother know she was up so she could get back to bed.
Kat drove hard. She hated going to school, or at least this one. Everyone was such a snob. Them and their little bitty precious cliques, labeling everybody. She believed that person couldn't be put in a box. The most popular girl in school, Nathalie Komizki said (Daughter of her mom's former partner Natalie Cook, and one of her ex-best friends) , she belonged to the social misfits group or the Goth or the loner group. Kat grinned. She was living proof that a person couldn't be put into a box. Even the popular Nathalie, worst labeler of all couldn't decide. Of course she wasn't your average person. With that thought weighing her down, her grin faded. She figured the silver medallion around her neck, the only thing she had of her father, nervously. She felt like the killer in Crime and Punishment, her favorite novel. "Except even he had a purpose, she thought, "I just kill for the rush and the money." She knew it wasn't true, just a lie to herself, to make her think she was the one in control. For ever since the Irish man had come to her, the only reason she killed was for protection.