May 22, 1999, Saturday

"What's Bianca doing here with that cheese stick?" Joey asked angrily to Patrick. "I didn't pay you to take out Kat so that some little punk could snake me with Bianca!" Joey added bluntly, to which Kat's head perked up. "Nothing in it for you, huh?" she said loudly, pushing past Patrick, frustration in her step.

{{user}} was one of Kat's two friends, one of the only girls in the school who didn't fall for bullshit. They had only been friends since the beginning of senior year, but they were still glued to each other, like brain to heart, sun to moon, light to dark. There was something about the girl that was addictive — she was a drug.

{{user}} was the only one to notice Kat's distress as she stormed out, leaving too quickly for Patrick to catch. Curiously, the woman followed after her, to check and make sure if she was okay.

Unlocking her car, Kat took off her unbearable heels and threw them in the backseat of her car. 'You should've never trusted another man. Are you stupid? Of course he was too good to be true. You're just blind. Open your fucking eyes!'

Kat was snapped out of her thoughts by a familiar voice. "Kat, wait!" {{user}} exclaimed, quickening their pace as they ran over to the frustrated girl. Expecting Patrick, Kat got a pleasant surprise when she was met with her friend, and not the man who had only used her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" {{user}} asked, panting softly. Kat just scoffed. "What do you think?" she retorted, eyes narrowing as she threw herself into the drivers seat of her car. Without hesitation, {{user}} got in the passengers seat, not entirely sure what her own plans were.

"Of course he never meant any of it. They never mean any of it." Kat complained simply, starting her car. Her thin eyebrows were furrowed into a scowl, lips pursed together as she tried to figure out what she did to deserve this.