Chapter 4

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A/N

This was requested for me to update, even though the first chapter was put up just 10 hours ago. The updates might go slow after this, because I'm on a training camp for a week and I don't know if I'll have wifi. I will probably write a load while I'm there and post as soon as I get home. Sorry but then school starts so I will slow dramatically - no more four chapters in 10 hours sorry.

Kateryne's POV:

I woke up the next day, 6:00 am again and followed the same routine as yesterday, I however did not make Luke any food. He says he's not clingy and reliant on me? Let's see if he can make his own breakfast in a few seconds and still eat it.

I go to school without him too, let him see that his independence is good. I might be being bitchy, but I have a good reason to be. Ugh he annoys me so much sometimes.

When I got to school I bee lined for Michael before my brother got here, "Hey Mikey, listen, my brother doesn't like you, and has said some horrible stuff about you to my parents, so please can we pretend to go along with it - I'm already grounded three months. I shook my head lightly. Please can you just take this." I handed him a slip of paper with my number on, and walked away.

I headed for the library, I'm always there, that's why I'm 'freakishly clever' as Luke thinks. It wasn't nice of him to say that, he knows how much of a touchy subject that was.

See I used to be bullied, badly. That's part of the reason Luke is being so harsh to Michael I suppose, he doesn't want me that hurt again.

I was in the very deepest depths of the library, where Michael came to meet me.

"Hey."

"Uh, um okay I was going to say hey to so I have to say hi now and I don't know I can't tell I always say either hi or hey but I don't know around you and I'm really worried you won't like me." Mikey muttered, blushing and looking down as he stumbled over his words.

I laughed at the pink cheeks of Michael, and brought him in for a hug, to his surprise. "Why did you hug me?" He sounded so adorable, his low voice confused.

"I needed you to shut up and I can't exactly kiss you so..." I replied, pink.

"You could kiss me if you wanted, Kat." Mikey muttered, voice low and biting his lip, looking at mine and had the a hot look in his eyes.

"Or not because we just met each other Mikey. But anyway, I'm not meant to see you, like I said. I was wondering if I could have your number then, to, you know, still see you and stuff." I stuttered, oh my I am so awkward.

He nodded, taking the phone clutched in my hand. He typed in for a while, and finally set his name as 'Stacy's Mom'. I raised an eyebrow, prompting him to explain. "Stacy's mom is one of my favourite songs. I'm guessing that you can't have my name because your parents would find out. It's sensible really." I nodded, seeing where he was going.

"Do you like all time low, Kat?" Asked Michael, pink eared.

"Whoever doesn't needs their hearing checked!" I answered, shocked that he thought somebody couldn't.

"I've got two tickets, and Cal is busy, so can you go with me?" Michael asked.

My eyes widened, Mikey wanted to spend more time with me. "I would love to! But when is it because I'm grounded and if they find out it's you taking me I won't step out the house until graduation."

He grinned, "It's in two months, on the 14th November, and you know, you can sneak out. Let's see if you can stand up to the reputation your music taste has started." He sent me a sly smile.

His badassery was adorable paired with his puppy face he was now giving me, I nodded.

If Luke wants me to be a good girl, I will. If Michael wants me to be a bad girl, I can't get caught.

"Of course I'll go. I'll sneak out and hope I don't get caught."

The bell rang, we looked at each other and began to walk out of the library, Michael following two minutes after me so Luke couldn't get suspicious.

My phone vibrated in my pocket,

from: Stacy's mom

Hey Kat, let's make that our meeting spot, nobody would suspect a secret meeting place in the library ;-)

To: Stacy's mom

Fine you dork. Anyway, it will let my brother think I'm studying to take my mind off you. And ps. I do the noses too. :-)

From: Stacy's mom

We'll have to get you a bit more punk rock before ATL want to practice sneaking out this weekend? ;-)

To: Stacy's mom

Are you asking me on a date Mr Clifford? ;-)

From: Stacy's mom

If you want ;-)

To: Stacy's mom

Where would you take me to 'punk up'? I need some new clothes for ATL so maybe you can sit and watch me shop. :'-)

From: Stacy's mom

Texting in class, a good start. You'll look beautiful in anything and I have an excuse to look at you all day. ;-)

To: Stacy's mom

You smooth motherfucker. Sure that'll be good. I'll talk later okay?

From: Stacy's mom

Surely you're the motherfucker because I'm Stacy's mom? Sure, talk to you later love. :-)

I grinned at Michael's reply, I'm not fucking him, cheeky bastard. I'm looking forwards to shopping this weekend, I need some more jeans and band tees. Mum and dad think that I wear good little not punk clothes, so I'll have to take a bag to the concert.

It's still a bit of a shock that I'm going. Imagine if I meet them! Oh my if I pass out - oh that would be so embarrassing.

At least Mikey could catch me.

I blushed at the though, and started paying attention in Trig.

***

At lunch I sat with Luke and his friend, whilst texting Mikey.

"You better not be texting Michael." Said Luke, glaring.

"I'm not, one of my friends, Stacy, lost her phone so she's using her mums phone. If you look at the contact it even says Stacy's mom." Luke couldn't argue with that.

I ate pizza (the love of my life) and continued to text Michael about becoming punk rock.

***

As we were walking home I continued to ignore Luke, after I showed him 'Stacy's moms phone' he stopped talking to me, and we were back to angry silence.

As soon as we were home I rushed to my room, muttering something about studying.

I spent the evening texting Michael, until something soft hit my window. I looked at it, and saw Michael standing on the dark grass below.

I texted him,

To: Stacy's mom

What did you throw at my window Mikey?

From: Stacy's mom

A sock I thought shattering your window wouldn't be discreet. Come out here, sneak out.

I glanced at the door to my room, shutting it, putting pillows as my body in the bed and glanced at the clock, it was 11 and mum would expect me to be asleep. Perfect.

Looking at the window again, I strode over, put on shoes and opened the glass window, climbing onto the branch.

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