Katelena oneshots

Hot girls hit curbs...and hot women.

"Hey. Do you have a bag I can borrow?" Kate slid into her roommate's room, pulling a deep red sweater over her head.

"The only bags I have are the ones under my eyes, and they unfortunately are specifically designed to carry the burden of my existence," Peter replied, his voice muffled by his blankets.

Kate simply blinked, opening her mouth and trying to figure out what to say. "You know, Pete, all you had to say was no."

Peter let out a groan, pulling the covers over his head and shooing Kate out.

"Okay, no bag...um." Kate scavenged their apartment, tossing clothes and takeout boxes around.

"You know, this works," she muttered, shoving some important-looking books for her classes into a plastic grocery bag. She slammed the door open and made a run for campus.

"Come on, come on," she muttered, sprinting down the stairs. She kept glancing at her watch as time seemed to tick faster with each step.

She had to make it to her advanced chemistry class for this final, or she was screwed.

All she had to do was cross the street and she'd be there with five minutes to spare if she hopped through the window.

Her plan was quickly short-lived, however, when she froze as a car smacked into her front. It wasn't very hard, fortunately, with the 25 mph speed limit, but god did it hurt.

Pain exploded in her right side as she flew slightly to the side, scraping one of her favorite sweaters.

"My sweater," she whined, standing to her feet and wiping off her now-torn jeans.

"Are you an idiot? I have to call an ambulance, my insurance, make sure you don't have a concussion even though by the looks of how big your head is..." a woman's voice broke through Kate's haze.

Kate grimaced at the woman talking, just sighing. "I'm fine! I really got to make it to my finals—"

The woman got closer to her, and whoa, out of all the people to hit her, why did it have to be someone this beautiful?

The blonde woman was striking, with short, golden hair cascading in waves right above her shoulders. Her eyes were a piercing green, framed by thick lashes, and her lips were full and painted a soft pink. She wore a fitted leather jacket over a simple white blouse, jeans that hugged her curves perfectly, and stylish ankle boots. Her expression, however, was a mix of concern and exasperation.

"Hate to break it to you, but you need to go to the hospital," she insisted.

Kate chuckled, shaking her head. "I'm fine, the internal bleeding can wait until after my tests."

The blonde huffed, kicking at the rocks and cursing in a different language. "You are hurt."

Kate just set her a small smile. "Here. I'll give you my number, take my final, and text you to give me a ride to the hospital, where I can pay for any damage to the car."

The shorter girl huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "This is a shit plan. Do you have a pen?"

Kate nodded, grabbing her plastic bag full of her stuff and fishing out a pen.

"Here."

Kate held out her hand, waiting for the woman to give her arm. She complied, letting Kate take her arm to scribble down her number. The blonde's skin was smooth and warm, and Kate couldn't help but notice how soft it felt under her fingers.

"Seriously, though," the woman said, her tone softening, "let me at least drive you to the campus. You shouldn't be running around after getting hit by a car."