I hated this time of year. Voting time. It was when everyone plastered posters of themselves to the walls and said- VOTE FOR ME! I'M BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE AND DESERVE TO RUN THIS SCHOOL!

So I guess you could say that it wasn't a surprise when I walked out of class to be met with a KAT STRATFROD FOR PRESIDENT poster.

Well, at first I had to smile, knowing that I was right and that she didn't leave to go to Nepal. Kat was strong, but not strong enough to leave her family behind for three months.

I shook my head and walking into the foyer. I saw Kat talking to her sister and nonchalantly passed through talking to some guy from class, telling him about tonight's homework. Kat turned away from Bianca abruptly to approach me.

"Hey," I said like always.

"Hi," she exclaimed, way too happy for my taste. "As you can see, I didn't go to Nepal. Bianca begged me not to. It was pathetic."

"So you're still a fellow inmate huh?" I joked with her, not letting the tone of my voice reach my face.

"Yup. But I don't want to have to avoid each other in the prison yard. Just because we broke up doesn't mean we can't be civil."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I finally smirked nervously before saying, "Don't worry. I won't shank you."

"Cool. Well," She paused thinking of something to say, "I hope I can count on your vote."

I scowled at her this time. "Like I vote in these stupid elections."

She scoffed at me and rolled her eyes before turning to walk away. I turned around and smacked right into a VOTE FOR KAT! poster. I stared at it for a minute, telling myself that the picture of Kat that was on there made her look like she actually cared about the world. It was the sparkle in the eye that gave it away.

All I could do was roll my eyes and walk away, trying to avoid the multiple eyes watching me from the walls of Padua High.

The day of the election came, and it happened like it did every year. The school was called out to the courtyard to see the candidates' final videos before they voted. Every year I couldn't care less about who was running. This year, I just wanted to see how things played out. It was my ex against the guy I hated, so things were going to be very interesting.

Like always, Douche's performance was perfect. Clean cut, to the point. He even got the patriotic colors in there.

I leaned against the tree I was standing next to, taking it all in, waiting for Kat's video to load onto the TV. When it did and she started talking, I'm sure that even she was surprised what popped up into the screen.

"I want to be President because... well, the truth is, every morning I wake up and I think, 'Who are these people? Why am I the only person who cares about anything that matters?'. And then every morning I remember they're idiots. They have tiney-tiny little pea brains that can only process information in the form of a tweet, a ring-tone or status update. And if they're not gonna think for themselves, they need someone like me to think for them."

The screen turned black and Kat slowly turned, mouth gapping. I stared at the screen in surprise, wondering why the hell that was up there. I looked at Kat, whose eyes were searching the crowd of endless booing. She must have found whom she was looking for, for her eyebrows raised and her anger flashed across her face. She looked down and was storming out of the courtyard when Douche came running after her.

He grabbed her arm to spin her around, "Please believe me when I tell you I had nothing to do with this."

"Right." Kat left, storming down the hall. I was left standing there, stunned at what had just played out in front of me.

Holland's voice come on the microphone, "Okay then, well everyone grab a ballot and vote on your way out. Even though we already know who's won."

People lined up to vote, and I made sure I stayed there until the room was empty. I grabbed one of the last ballots, checking off Kat's name before putting my ballot into the box.

I knew that Kat wouldn't have put that video up, especially judging by her reaction to it when she saw it go up on the screen. But I have to admit, it sounded like something that Kat would say. I could picture her giving that little spiel anywhere, especially to me.

I honesty felt bad for her though. Someone sabotaged her chances at winning, and if I could find Douche I would make sure to beat him up so badly he wouldn't even be able to crawl to his little party tonight.

Walking out of school, I made sure to grab a poster that remained in the hall, one from Kat's campaign. I took a sharpie from a kid and wrote in all caps, I VOTED FOR, above her name on the poster.

I walked outside only to find that someone had moved her car and it was covered in food. People were throwing things at it as they walked by. I sat on my bike, holding up my poster and waiting for her. She would find me eventually, for there was no way that she would be driving home when her car was in such a state. Besides, I wanted everyone to know that I voted for her. My first vote ever in a school election went to her. I didn't care who knew about it. No one was going to say anything to me about it anyway. The only person that needed to see this was Kat.

I made the poster for a lot of different reasons. It was mainly to show her that no matter what happens, I'd be there for her whether she knew it or not. I was telling her that she could trust me, and that I would always support her no matter what. I was conveying to her so much, just by holding up a sign.

I knew that she would find me. She was standing, staring at her car when the bus moved. She looked up and saw me sitting there, holding my sign. Her eyes met mine and her tense shoulders slumped in defeat. I small smile appeared on her face when she read what I wrote. I tossed the sign on the ground as a got up to walk over to her.

She turned to face me as I walked around her car. Her eyes were watery and her lip was wobbling the slightest. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her in close to me and breathing in her scent. I held her close, comforting her. I was telling her how much I cared about her. She wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her head in the crock of my neck.

"Looks like you could use I ride home," I finally said.

She didn't respond for a minute, and took a deep breath before pulling back.

She look at me and smiled a little, "Yeah, that would be great."

I brought her into a hug one more time before grabbing her hand and pulling her over to my bike.

"We can come get your car in the morning."

"Hopefully the birds will have eaten most of what's on there," she said, looking skeptically at her car.

"Naw," I shook my head at her, "You could just get your sister and her friends to put on their bikini's and scrub your car."

I paused for a minute to get on my bike and put the key in the ignition, "Or even better, you could do it."

She jokingly hit my arm as she sat behind me and shoved the helmet on her head before wrapping her arms around my waist.

No more was said before I gunned the engine and peeled out of the parking lot.

So I drove her home, her arms wrapped around my waist, feeling so good and exhilarating. The hole that she had made in me was closing up again, only to be filled her some more.

I think she experienced a high and crash from riding on the back of the bike because the second I turned off the engine in front of her house, she jumped off and ran inside. I followed her as she ran upstairs to throw her stuff on the floor. I took my shoes off when she did and placed my bag gently next to hers. I turned to take off my leather jacket, and when I spun to face her, she was there climbing into bed.

She looked even more tired in the dark. From under the covers she weakly called, "Left side."

I was surprised at first, and made sure to walk over to the bed as slowly as possible. I climbed into the side closer to the wall and waited. After a minute of lying on my back felt her move again. I allowed her to lay her head on my chest and she let me wrap my arms around her waist. She exhaled loudly and was soon asleep.

This was so unlike Kat it was almost funny. She normally didn't open up like this and let some one comfort her and take care of her for a change. I'm pleased to say that the guy she opened up to was me.

I soon fell asleep playing with her hair, and woke up when she stirred. Her hands pressed down on my chest, and I coughed when she knocked the wind out of me.

"Sorry!" She cried quickly, making sure I was okay.

Once I caught my breath I raised my eyebrows teasingly, "No problem. You always did know how to take my breath away."

She settled back into her bed whacked my arm. She turned her head to face mine, and I'm sure we both felt the energy that was vibrating between us.

I felt her arms slowly snake around my neck as my eyes closed. When her lips met mine I wrapped my arms around her waist to hold her against me. The kiss was slow and deep. We just needed each other at this point. We needed to feel the love, the compassion, and the care that we had for each other. All of this was said in one simple kiss.

We kept the kissing slow, feeling each other, tasting each other, and conveying everything that wanted and needed to be said to one another.

The minute she wrapped her legs around my waist, my hands dove into her hair pulling and tugging on her. Soon, we were panting, moving around all over the bed.

My lips trailed over her skin, tasting and memorizing her. She even leaned her head back for me, gaining me better access to her neck. While I was busy running my hands through her hair and kissing her neck and mouth, she was busy feeling me out. Her hands roamed all over my chest, going up and down tracing patterns on my back. Her finger pads were hot, and she laughed against my mouth when I shivered against her.

I pulled back and we locked eyes, and the energy jolted us alive. Her eyes were dark, filled with want and desire. They most likely mirrored mine. We both attacked the other at the same time, our lips and hands craving for more. Soon my shirt was off, strewn somewhere across the room. She broke away to suck on my earlobe and trail her warm lips all over my neck and collarbone. I kept my hands in her hair as she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. She gave me an evil smile before unzipping my jeans with her teeth and pulling my pants off.

I snatched her away from the bottom half of me as I smashed my lips back onto hers, allowing the passion, love, and raw hunger I felt for her shine through. She gasped in surprise, which allowed my tongue to wiggle into her mouth.

I pulled away for a breather after we battled for possession for her mouth and eyed her body, which was still fully clothed.

"Why I am the only one unclothed here?" I asked breathlessly before pulling her up against me to help her shrug out of her sweater and pull her shirt over her head. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and pulled them off, tossing them aside with all the other clothing.

I smiled at her, moving her hair out of her face.

"That's more like it," I whispered to her while bringing her legs around my waist, so she was straddling me. I loved how she felt underneath my fingertips. She was so soft and smooth as if she could be made of porcelain, something easily breakable. But when my hand moved to cup her breast and she bit on my lower lip, it reminded me how strong and capable my girlfriend was.

My girlfriend. It was nice to be able to call her that again. She wouldn't believe how much I missed her, even though she was just always down the hall at school.

My thoughts were interrupted when she started kissing down my chest, and had to stop and pull her up so I could access her mouth again.

Our lips and hands became even more frantic. She was over me, hands pulling and tugging on my hair while her legs wrapped around my waist even tighter. It gave me the chance to explore her mouth and let my hands explore her chest. It didn't take long for me to find her bra clasp, undoing it quickly. Her hands left their spot from messaging my head to take it off her arms. All I could do was stare at her for a moment, before slowly moving my hands up from her waist, sliding the over her stomach and up to caress her. My lips trailed down her skin before I took her in my mouth.

Her hands wrapped around my neck tightly and her head leaned back as she moaned. She arched her back, pressing herself even closer to me.

"Patrick?" she panted.

I didn't answer. I was to busy biting her and taking her in.

"You don't know what you're doing to me," she admitted breathlessly.

I pulled back to bask in her glow, slowly reaching up to suck on her pulse point making her sigh in pleasure and tighten her grip on my hair.

"I think I know what I'm doing Kat," I whispered to her and looked her in the eye to admit. "I really don't know if you know what you're doing to me right now."

She smirked at me, sliding her right hand down my chest to lightly squeeze my hardness.

"I think I know what I'm doing Patrick," she teased, throwing my words back in my face.

I growled at her, surprising her by flipping so I was lying on top of her.

She laughed quietly and I nodded my head, "It's good that someone knows what they're doing, because things are about to get a little messy."

She raised her eyebrows at me, and fully understood my meaning when my fingers grabbed her panties, tugging them off of her.

She bucked her hips up into me, helping to hurry the process. Soon, my boxers were off and she was reaching into her nightstand to grab a condom.

"This. Will. Come. In. Handy." She said between kisses.

Soon things did get dirty, as we were hot, bothered, and throbbing for each other.

I was on top when I first entered Kat. Unlike one would expect, she didn't throw her head back or move from were she was. Her body did tense, and she relaxed as we formed a steady rhythm with each other. Soon she was on top, being in control and letting me sit back and watch her. She was so lovely and beautiful, and amazing at everything she does. And I mean everything.

When our time came and passed we both sighed in pleasure and she cried out, finally collapsing on my chest. I held her there for a minute, just happy about the fact that we finally connected and wanted her stay as close to me as possible. She soon rolled over to the side so I wouldn't have any of her weight on me, not like I minded though.

She closed her eyes and drifted off. I watched her, the sheets she pulled over us moving with her chest as she breathed steadily. I brushed the hair off her face and she mumbled something, but I was unable to catch it. As she smiled a small smile, I wondered how the hell I was so lucky to get a girl like Kat in my life.

I eventually drifted off as well. When we both came to it was late into the evening, and when I looked into her eyes I knew I was accepted. I knew that she was okay and that she was happy, and I realized that mattered so much to me.

I turned so that I was facing her, and placed my hand on her hip, pulling her closer to me.

I smiled and laughed, "Well that was fun."

"Eh," she commented, wrinkling her noise and shrugging her shoulders.

"This is like a new record for us. We haven't gotten into one single fight." The minute I said it I knew it was true. We normally couldn't go five minutes without arguing, and we had just gone hours without it. Maybe this is a sign, showing us that we're better off with each other instead of trying to push each other away. I think that after we had sex, it allowed the both of us to break down our walls a little more, sharing ourselves with the other. I could feel the air between us had changed, and we were both as happy as could be right now.

"See this is what the world needs. More sex, less war."

I raised my eyebrows teasingly, "Now if that had been your campaign slogan you would have won."

Her laugh filled the room and my stomach fluttered. God, even after we had connected on so many levels and in so many different ways I still wasn't immune to how my stomach and heart reacted when I was around her.

Maybe this is what it's like to be around someone you love.

She must have seen some of these feelings shine through in my eyes, because her smile faded and she didn't reply as her eyes searched mine. I leaned in slowly for a sweet, chaste kiss from her, pulling her closer to me.

We pulled back and Kat kept her eyes closed and laid her head on the pillow. She finally opened her eyes and let out a shaky sigh.

We just looked at each other for a moment, eyes searching for any hidden meanings. She sat up, loosely holding the sheet to her chest while resting on her elbow.

"Can I ask you a favor?" She said, her voice low.

I sat up too, holding my head up in my hand.

"Mmm," I nodded at her to go on.

"Don't break my heart, okay?" Her eyes portrayed everything else she didn't say. The care and love that she felt for me floored me, and all I could do was stupidly nod my head and reply with, "Okay."

I took a small breath, "Can I ask you a favor?"

She smiled at me, "What is it?"

Don't break my heart either, okay?

The words were on my tongue as I held her close, but a certain male adult rudely interrupted me.

"I hear that someone could use a hug!" Walter exclaimed as he burst through the door.

Kat and I immediately sat up, frozen like a freaking deer in headlights.

I couldn't see Walter's face color as he assessed the situation, but I'm sure if I could it would either be bright red or dark purple.

He shook his head at us and raised his eyebrows. "I'm not leaving."

Kat turned to me, her mouth opened in surprise. A look of pure distress was written all over her face as well, as she grasped the covers tighter around her body. I'm pretty sure my face mirrored hers and quickly closed my mouth when I found I had nothing to say.

Shit. We are so dead.

Kat turned back to her father. All I could do was fall back on her bed in defeat. I grabbed the pillow and covered my face to stifle my groan, wishing that Walter would just go away so that Kat and I could return to the lovely night that we were having.

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