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A/N: Thank you so much to all the reviewers! You guys are the best. This chapter takes place on Monday and is a little rocky. But, I'm going to incorporate a lot more Patrick and Cameron in the next chapter. Hope you enjoy and I'm open to any suggests, criticism, ideas, anything. Kat and the not a virgin thing will be brought back up, if not the next chapter then def chapter three. I'm hoping this story will only be five or six chapters and the next episode will have no bearing on it. Happy Readings!

Kat rolled her eyes as she parked the car near the hill on the side of the school. She had all but wanted to kill Bianca who was having a mental breakdown over Friday night. And it wasn't enough that Bianca had discussed her social homicide all weekend, she had given a ten minute speech at dinner about how she was just going to pack her bags and move back to Ohio.

"Bianca, for all that is good and pure, shut up!" Kat got out of the car, slamming the door with more force then she intended. Bianca frowned, gently shutting her own door and looking over the top of the car to Kat.

"You don't understand! Cameron ruined my first date and then Beau with his stupidness." She huffed, throwing her book bag over her shoulder. "You just have to deal with Patrick, I have to deal with the whole school!"

Before Kat could say anything in retaliation, Bianca was already disappearing across the landscape to the school. The brunette shook her head and gave a heavy sigh.

"Um, Ms., um, Kat?" She spun around and stared at the tall boy who was obviously smitten with her younger sister. He seemed harmless enough, and sure, if he wasn't twitching like a leaf in winter Kat could see some potential for him and Bianca. However, he was a bit of a mess standing in front of her.

"Yeah?" She made sure there was a tone because she knew Bianca was mad at him. And even though she was a little aggravated with her sister, it was still her sister.

"I was just wondering, if um, Bianca is still very mad at me or if she's only a little mad at me."

Kat turned back to her car, where her bag laid on the roof. She grabbed it down, turning towards the school.

"Look, I'm not getting involved with all this Bianca nonsense. I suggest you stay away from her for the next couple of days. Health reasons, you know." She smirked and began walking in the same direction as Bianca. A noise sounded from the boy still standing at her car. She stopped and shifted, glaring at him. "What?"

"Do you have any helpful hints to get her to forgive me?" For a moment she almost felt bad for him. She thought about all the boys Bianca had ever liked and realized that, yes, Bianca did not see Cameron that way, but he would probably one of the few that would always treat her with respect.

Though, Kat reasoned with herself, that hardly ever mattered when it came to popularity.

"Just, just give her some space." She nodded her head solemnly, turning and continuing her walk. A thought rung through her head and with a smile she shifted to look back at the tall boy. "Maybe start a rumor about Beau and his inability to be a man." With a wink she was on her way to face yet another day in high school.

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"I still can't believe you went with Verona." Mandella, who had started talking to Kat again fairly recently, was giving her friend an incredulous look.

Kat, who had shoved her head into her locker to avoid looking at the judgment on the gothic girl's face simply moaned.

"I didn't have a choice, Bianca wanted to go to the dance and Patrick showed up at my house." She removed her head as well as a book. "It's not a big deal."

"I know some people, we could put some voodoo curses on him." Kat looked at Mandella. There was no joke on her round face. "I'm happy you didn't go any where with him, because, you know." There was a weary look on her face. "But it was still shitty of him to dump you at the dance."

"He didn't dump me." They rounded the corner to their classroom. "He disappeared."

"What's the difference? Either way, he did not go home with you."

Kat didn't say anything as they took their regular seats. She didn't feel like telling Mandella about how she and Bianca had stayed up most of Friday night, allowing their silence to say more about themselves then words ever could. She didn't want to mention the fact that since she had left the dance, that damn part of her was waiting for him to appear at her window. Hell if she admit, to her friend, she wanted to see him even though she wanted to kill him.

The bell rang causing Kat to look to the front of the classroom. His desk was empty. She wasn't sure why her stomach had dropped or why she even cared that he had apparently skipped school. It just proved that he was a coward.

At least that was what it was suppose to prove. Five minutes after the bell had rung, the door opened to reveal a tired looking Patrick.

"Mr. Verona," Kat watched as the teacher sighed, looked at the clock and then back to Patrick. "It's very nice of you to join us."

"Sorry." His voice rang across her head and Kat quickly looked at him, only to have their eyes lock. She placed her head down, a glare forming across her brow.

'At least we know he can apologize,' Kat thought, opening her notebook with a little more force then necessary.

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Bianca sat in her history class with her chin leaning on her hand. The good news of the day was that Chastity would be out for the next few days and Bianca had more time to turn her Friday mishap into more of a grace period. The bad news was that Beau had been trying to talk to her since she stepped foot into the school. And, trust her, there was nothing worthy for him to say.

A tap on her shoulder made her jumped in her seat. She turned rapidly to Joey Donner who was sitting behind her. He gave her an apologetic smile.

"Hey, I just wanted to apologize for Friday." Bianca cocked an eyebrow, fully aware she was in her classroom. Yelling and crying were unacceptable. "I shouldn't have helped Beau out, I thought he was really just nervous. I mean, I would have been nervous." He gave her a wide smile.

Bianca stared at him, her lips turning into a smile without any say from herself. She nodded her head slowly.

"It's fine Joey. I'm so over Beau anyway." She shrugged. "It doesn't even phase me."

"I'm glad your gay friend came to your rescue. I mean, Beau and that hotel thing," Joey gave a low whistle. "That's just not nice."

A sudden rush of guilt spread across Bianca, but she pushed it down. She was still mad at Cameron, because even though he was looking out for her, he had crossed a very fragile line.

She shook her head and opened her mouth only to have a throat clear erupt from the front of the class. Bianca swiveled in her seat, throwing a bright smile to her teacher.

"Ms. Stratford, would you care to tell the class about The Tudors?"

Bianca's smiled dimmed. "I didn't know we were discussing Jonathan Rhys Meyers, I think he totally makes a great King Henry. But I haven't really seen the series."

"I second that." Joey raised his hand nodding his head. At that opinion, Mrs. Marchese's history class went from learning about the Tudors of England to being at an E! interview. She groaned and walked over to her desk, thinking of possible career moves.

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Kat stomped from her fifth period class to her locker. She was going to meet Mandella at lunch and think of ways to murder several different people. She had a strong urge to take a wiffle bat and start hitting random people. That would do absolutely nothing for her in the long run however.

In all honesty, she wasn't even sure why she was so mad. Sure Patrick had left first period without a second glance at her and then proceeded to ignore her for most of the morning. But she had expected that. Did she really believe that Patrick freakin' Verona would apologize? Would give her an excuse? Would take the time to make her feel less like a moron?

Obviously she did.

A freshman, who looked as if he had just walked out of elementary school squeaked and rushed pasted her. She followed him down the hall with her head, then turned to stare at the place he had been standing. Her locker.

With out much of a care or a thought, she swung the door open. Half hanging from one of the little slots was a folded note. She rolled her eyes and grabbed it.

'I need to talk to you.'

That was it? That was it? Kat shook her head, crumbled the note, and threw it to the back of her locker. She switched out her books, closed it gently, and turned towards the cafeteria.

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"He didn't even have the audacity to show up to the locker and put it in himself." Kat had a smirk on her face as she looked off into the school yard.

Mandella shook her head. "I think you should just wash your hands of Verona. He's no good."

Kat took a bite of her apple, her eyes casted towards the table. "How was your weekend? I can't talk about him any more."

Mandella gave her a small smile. "I went to Los Angles to see my brother."

"That's cool. You didn't try and search out any celebrities, right?" They two smiled.

"Only so I could get them to eat." They laughed quietly to themselves. A bigger joke obviously over their heads.

Silence incased the table leaving Kat to thoughts of Bianca, her essay, her test in algebra, and of boys with dark mysterious voices. She was so in tuned with her thoughts that she did not notice Mandella's wide-eyed face or hear the sounds of boots approaching her table.

"I need to talk to you." Kat jumped, instantly becoming ashamed that she had let her guard down; that she had allowed herself to be consumed with the very thing that had made her want to hurt innocent bystanders.

"I think not. Your verbal communication skills are not well developed for me." Kat shifted her head to stare at him. "I prefer intelligent conversation."

There was no smirk on his face, not even a hint of his dry humor. "Seriously."

"Oh, seriously? Seriously?" Kat stood up, forcing Patrick to move his face and stand up straight. He, however, did not move away from her, which meant that their bodies were just barely touching. "Verona, I think you need to just back off. Because it seems that every time we talk, it doesn't go the way you want it too. And I'm over it." Kat stepped over the bench. She stopped and spun around.

Patrick had shifted to look at her as she walked away. There was some emotion on his face but she was too annoyed to care.

"And, for the record, you're never going to get what you want. And I'm over you." It was safe to say that the majority of the school, who had been in the court yard for their own lunch period, took a collective breath.

Kat didn't care what the rumor would be later that day or tomorrow morning. She didn't care that she had left all her belongings at the table, and she didn't care there was a tray of her garbage still sitting there. All she cared about was getting away from the crowd and their judgment, and getting away from him and his judgment.

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Bianca took a deep breath, gently pulling the sliding door open. She felt almost bad as she walked into the patio, watching Kat who was sitting on a chair, staring out into yard.

"I heard what happened at lunch." Her voice was levels softer then her norm. Kat let out a short laugh.

"Wow, word really does travel at light speed, huh?" There was a bitterness in her voice.

"Well, yeah, they're taking bets on who is going to kill who first. I placed five dollars on you." Bianca went to the other side of the round glass table, flopping down into one of the metal chairs. "He probably just wanted to apologize."

"And did you let Beau or Cameron apologize?"

"No, but Beau doesn't really mean anything to me and Cameron, well, that'll smooth over." She shrugged, her finger gently moving to her lips. "You and Patrick are a lot more complicated then me and Cameron."

Kat looked over to her baby sister. "That's insightful."

"I like you and Patrick together. He makes you lose your footing. It reminds me that you're not my older perfect sister."

"I'm not perfect." Kat stated quickly; ignoring Bianca's view on her and Patrick.

"Well, duh. But, you know. He catches you off guard and that's a good thing." Bianca nodded her head. "Joey apologized to me, said he wished he never helped Beau ask me out."

"That was nice of him."

"Yeah, it was. Beau tried to apologize but I told him that he needs to use his brain in his head and not the one in his pants."

"Bianca!" Kat laughed, looking at the blonde girl. "Did you really?"

"Yep! I thought you would be proud." Kat nodded her head, a new light of respect for Bianca.

"I am proud. That's not something I thought little miss popularity would have ever said. Chastity will be proud as well I'm sure." Kat smirked as Bianca's lips twisted.

"Well, you know what, I'm just not going to care what Chastity thinks." Kat laughed at the sheer lie of her sister's words.

"Of course you won't. Well, think of it this way, you technically dumped Beau, which gives you more power." Kat pointed a finger in her direction. "Think of how much worse it would have been if he dumped you for not sleeping with him."

Bianca gasped. "Oh my god! That's so true!" She squealed and jumped up. "I have to call Dawn so we can start planning the best way to spread it around that I dumped Beau. Thanks Kat!"

The brunette smiled to herself and leaned back into her chair.

"That was nice of you." She smirked, continuing to stare at the yard. "I was expecting a little more anti-male rallying, but that was nice. Are you running a fever?" Mr. Stratford walked over to his oldest, gently laying a hand on her forehead. "You seem to have the right temperature."

"I'm fine dad." Kat rolled her eyes. "Bianca was miserable all weekend. I figure you'd be jumping for joy to see her all bubbly and perky." Kat made a bit of a face. "Perfect little cheerleader."

Her father cleared his throat, sitting at the table. He shook his head, staring into the same direction as Kat.

"Way I heard it you both had miserable weekends."

She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "I wasn't miserable. I expected nothing from the evening, and I got nothing from the evening."

"I'm sure you were expecting something. A little holding hands, a kiss on the cheek, you know, your bodies feet apart. He's tall, he could bend."

Kat didn't answer right away, her father's "PG" words turned into an "R" rated film in her mind. She shook her head. "We danced."

She didn't have to look at her father to see the look on his face. Kat had been against dances since she had entered junior year. Dances were just frilly little parties with a light air of supervision. They were like an orgy waiting to happen. Kat did not dance.

Well, look where it got her this time. Another lonely night and a sleepless weekend.

"Dancing is," her father paused, choking out his last word. "Good."

"It's not like I slept with him daddy." She shook her head, laughing hollowly. "Definitely no sex."

Mr. Stratford raised an eye brow but said nothing. He leaned into his chair, placing his hands on the table.

"He might not be as bad as your making him out to be."

Kat's head swiveled so fast she thought she might have gotten whiplash. Her father, defending a boy? Not just any boy, Patrick Verona. Was he high?

"Are you taking some kind of supplement that I should be made aware of?"

He opened his mouth, moving his head from side to side. "Bianca might have let it spilled that you and this boy really like each other. And, I'm not saying that you should do anything with him, ever. But, you know, having someone to hang out with, who you like. Well that's good. It's nice."

"I can't believe you're saying this. I'm," Kat hand her hands up, confusion erupting through her mind. "Wow."

"Look, Bianca is always trying to fit in and make friends and be Bianca. I don't want you to look back at high school and be disappointed." He sighed and shook his head. "But remember, if you get pregnant, you'll have many years of hard times, so I don't want you having that much fun. And, sex can be disappointing as well." He stood up and kissed her on the top of her head.

Kat watched as he left, turning slowly to her original position.

First, she'd have to go through her father's medicine cabinet and check the wine cupboard, just to be sure. Secondly, she'd think about talking to Verona. She had a feeling it wouldn't be a smooth road to forgiveness.