Curiosity Killed the Cat (Sex, Love and Curiosity Series) *ON HOLD*

Curiosity Killed the Cat (Sex, Love and Curiosity Series)

(A/N) Although I have only given it a PG-13 rating, this story will contain mature content. If there was an option.. I would probably give it a PG-14 or PG-15.. Also, cast wise.. Alicia Silverstone is meant to be around 16.. and Robert Downey Jr. is meant to be in his mid twenties :D YAY ENJOY THE BOOK

I was curious, and there wasn't a way around it. The specifications on to which extentents I would go to in order to meet my curiosity needs couldn't - in fact - be specified. To clarify, though, what I mean when I say "I was (or, moreover, am) curious" can be summed up in a matter of sentences. I wasn't afraid. Have I ever heard of the phrase: the curiosity killed the cat? Yes. Did it mean anything to me? No. I'm sixteen, and I have been told I am a bit old for my age. Some who are in their thirties have admitted they haven't lived as much as me, and I wasn't even done living. 

What did I mean though, when I say I am curious? When did I become like this. How did I become like this? There isn't a straight forward answer. I suppose I was always like this. You can't change what is naturally there. But could my parents have stopped it? Probably. Did they? No. The reason to this was maybe because they were divorced, and like some divorced couples, complete opposites. My dad was a laid back hippie, and my mom a sweet but boring every-day lady. The range between them was disgustingly massive.

Anyway, I was curious. I had done a lot in my sixteen years on this planet, and I still wasn't satisfied. The thing that frightened me is I didn't know exactly when I would be satisfied. Not only had I done a lot, I made sure I was the first to do so. Remember, the reason I did what I did, or do what I do is merely an act of curiosity and no more. Of course, there are always times were I have different incentives, but curiosity is my main focus. 

I lost my virginity at 13 - I was pretty sure I was the first in my school to do that.

I smoked pot for the first time at 12 - At least I was the first girl. 

I had tried just about every drug by the time I was 14. 

I had gotten drunk - properly - at 13.

I had shop lifted. 

I had gotten into a fist fight.

I had slept rough - not because I was homeless... well... because I was curious.

The list goes on and on and on. Most people would classify me as a druggie, a slut, a juvenile delinquent, but I wasn't! I was curious. I was inquisitive. I was flirtatious. I was daring. I was an intellect. Some compare me to Hannibal Lecter, though I normally think that's a bit too severe. 

Swiftly moving on - it was a Monday, but one of the last Monday's of summer break. Everyone gets a rush on those last few weeks of summer, because it's the last time of the year you actually feel as if you are actually granted with freedom.  My mom was frantically cleaning the house. I didn't know why. It was still vacation, shouldn't she be relaxing? I rolled my eyes at the sight of her prancing around in a business suit at 9 o'clock on a Monday morning. I then remembered my mom hardly ever got a break from work. 

I stared at her from the top of the stairs, and she didn't even notice me. I like watching her, especially when she didn't realize I was. Since it was so early (for a Monday morning on a summer day) I decided I would just stay put on the top step... and because I wasn't in the mood for getting dressed. 

My mother called up to me, "Katie?" I held my breathe and debated whether I should just pretend I was sleeping or not. I decided to pretend I was sleeping and darted into my room. I then heard her footsteps ascending up the stairs. "Kate?" 

She opened my door and saw my sprawled out on my bed. "Kate, honey, I'm having a conference in my office, I am going to need you to stay up here," she said calmly.