(Rated T for language throughout)

"Have a good day at school girls! Remember, no sex-" I cut his usual warning off with the slam of my car door. Bianca and I rolled our eyes in unison.
"When is he going to get a life?" Bianca asked me in an aggravated tone.

"When he doesn't have to worry about you gallivanting off, getting drunk and having sex." I replied with a sneer.

"Have you forgotten?" Bianca retorted, "YOU were the drunk one that night when dad was out of town!"

I winced, remembering that weekend's main attraction. Me. Thank God most of the chaos about the event died down. 'Hold my hair.' Oh my gosh.I mentally squashed that comment. I remembered Patrick just then. Our suspensions were up today. I may not get into the college of my choice, but at least I have the pride of knowing I stood up for myself. At least now I know I have Patrick's respect. No. He better had respected me before that. Obviously he didn't because the night of the fire he figured I would be his whore and at the Fall Fling he ditched me.

"Kat!" Bianca shouted. I awoke from my mental war just in time to slam on my brakes and avoid the kids on the crosswalk. I sighed heavily as the cross guard lady shot me a dirty look. "What was that!?" Bianca inquired, clutching her chest dramatically.

"Nothing." I replied in an exasperated monotone. When everyone had reached the sidewalk on the other side I hit the gas pedal. Maybe Mandela had been right when she told me Patrick would brainwash me because I obviously can't think about him and do anything else at the same time. I rolled my eyes at the stupid rumor. He wishes he had that power over me. He does…and I know it… It doesn't mean I have to EVER admit it aloud.

I pulled into the school parking lot and drove to my usual spot. I wonder if they lifted the policy about the locker searches. Oh well I guess. It all seems so trivial now that I've been suspended for it. Bianca, again interrupting my thoughts, struggled with the sticky passenger door. I jumped out of my side and walked slowly over to hers routinely. I pulled on the handle while leaning against the shoulder of the door, and like always, it gave to the force. Bianca emerged with her backpack in hand.

"Ugh. Next time you go to Auto Shop, fix that stupid door!" She complained as she began to walk toward Chastity (A.K.A. Adolf).

I shut her door and walked back to my side, shaking my head. I reached into the backseat and grabbed my bag. Now, shutting my door I heard a familiar sound; a motorcycle engine. Leaning against my baby I waited for him to pull into his usual spot. I watched him watch me from the entrance; his shade was slid up on his helmet.

He pulled into the lot with ease, keeping his eyes fixed on where I was. At least he's finally wearing a helmet, though he should slide the face shield down on it.My thoughts were invaded when I heard a pair of brakes screech.

Then I saw it. A green Ford F150 skidded on the pavement. Right into…My heart stopped and it didn't just drop, it hit hell.