Bad Kitty

Chapter# 4

A/N: DON'T KILL ME PEOPLE! i am sorry for the late update once again! Blame the stupid homework and my laziness!! O.O The next update, i promise will be faster! I hope you like this chapter! Give me your opinions! Vote and comment and most importantly ENJOY!

This chapter is dedicated to.........*drumroll* GIGZ!! THE BEAVER! 

By the way, i have also started a new book called "Music, Streets and Misfits." so if you like this book maybe you'll like that too! :)

That's all for now folks! Happy Reading! Enjoy!

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Katherine PoV

I get back just as the bell rings. I slowly make my way towards my class without my book. I enter the class and ignore the teacher going on about me being late.

"Detention" Mr. Summerson says, his voice pitched and his face similar to one of a tomato. I chuckle and just give him a nod.

Yeah right. Like I would stay for detention.

A mop of black hair looks back at me, making eye contact with me. His face set in a scowl.

Well well if it isn’t Mr. frowny nerd face.

I roll my eyes at him and tap the person in front of me. She turns and it's none other than Portia. Guilt suddenly courses through me when I see a small bruise on her hand.

Guess she has sensitive skin.

Her eyes widen at the sight of me and I can see fear take over.

"Y-y-yes?" she stammers. Although an apology is at the tip of my tongue but instead I smirk at her.

"I need a paper and pen." I tell her, my voice cold and void of all emotions.

She nods before rummages through her bag to find the things I want. She hands them over to me, not looking me in the eye.

Anger at myself takes over me and I snatch the things from her. She lets out a squeak before turning forwards, paying attention the lecture. I start writing on the paper, ignoring whatever the teacher is saying.

"Katherine!" Mr. Summerson voice breaks me from my writing. I look up with a scowl.

"Please explain what I just said." He says a dangerous tone in his voice. I look around trying to figure out what I am supposed to explain. I notice Archer slowly arranging his book in such a way that I have a clear view of it. He points towards the topic and I automatically recite whatever I know about it, causing the teacher to lose his cocky smirk. He scowls at me before nodding and continuing on.

Archer looks behind at me and I smirk at him, nodding a little. He nods back without any smile or scowl.

When the bell finally rings, I let out a sigh of victory and make my way out.

"Miller." A deep voice calls out, stopping me in my tracks. I look behind to see none other than Mr. frowny nerd face.

"Yeah?" I ask, calmly hoping this won’t take too long. I needed a smoke.

"We are going to discuss the project at my house. Be there in the evening. This is the address." He says, handing me a small piece of paper and brushing past me.

"I can’t come." I say, quickly which causes him to freeze in his step. He looks at me, his jaw already clenched and hands in fists.

"And why not?" He asks, through clenched teeth.