A/N: My beta told me how Britain doesn't have graduation, but I went with America's style because it fits in with my plot :) ! Katie within this chapter has aged to seventeen, and is in sixth form school (I am still confused on schooling over there :/ ...) But we'll pretend she graduated to go onto university!

A year has passed since that date. Now I sat with my classmates in our final week of class. People talked about that date for about a month until it died out into old news. I had since got my third win at national for our football team and I won M.V.P. Father looked so happy when they called my name. The only other time I'd seen him that happy was when I got to co-star with him in a movie. Ironically, I played his daughter, and my "love interest" was the epitome of sexiness. When I heard they had cast Alex Pettyfer for my love interest, I almost fainted.

At graduation I would have a little surprise for my classmates. Not even Emma knew what was going on.

But even with all this happiness came some sadness. Great-Grammy, bless her soul, was currently in a hospital bed. We didn't know if she would live or die, and it scared me. They had diagnosed her with pneumonia, and it seemed to get worse on her every day.

We were currently talking about Shakespeare when the bell rang. Thank God! One more word on him with his secret male lover and I might just faint! Not that I have anything against gay relationships. But some people overanalyze a person's writing! As I was walking to my American Nissan 350 Z Coupe car, I was bombarded with questions. Ever since the movie I was in with Alex was released, this had been happening. Everyone wanted to be friends with Katie Hathaway, the star. I'd barely had time to speak with Emma since this began, too! Something tells me she thought I was just ignoring her, though. Everybody also wanted invites to my "post grad party". Somehow Perez got the info on it, and now stars had been calling nonstop and tweeting that they were going.

I haven't even met half these stars!

I zoomed off the school car park, away from all the girls taking pictures on their bloody picture phones. Probably going to send them to Perez for him to devour… Within minutes I was in my driveway. And there, standing there in the huge driveway was Alex. Smirking, I jumped out of the car and ran up to him. Laughing, he hugged me close to him. My hands slowly made their way up to the nape of his neck. Gods, how I've missed him.

"I missed you," I murmured into his neck. It was a wonder he could hear me. It was also a wonder we'd never gotten caught hugging like this in public. Thankfully there were only elder people who lived near me! I felt the deep hearty chuckle of his while his hands moved down to my waist.

"I missed you, too," he replied. I pulled back to look into his eyes. Smiling at me, he moved closer to me. His lips inched closer and I leaned up to meet him. Our lips moved against each other in a sweet kiss. As our lips began to move against one another, my hands ran through his messy blond locks. His tongue ghosted over my lips, asking for permission. My lips parted and he began to massage my tongue with his. The kiss was slowly becoming more passionate, and I loved every minute of it!

Gods, I could do this all day!

Finally air became needed as we parted lips. Smirking, I pecked his lips and ran inside the house. I could hear him chuckle and run after me. We were in the kitchen by the time he caught me. He was about to lean in and claim his prize when someone coughed from the doorway.

Grammy, though she looked tired from taking care of Great-Grammy at the hospital, laughed outright.

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything." Alex and I chuckled nervously before turning to grab a snack. We walked with our faces flushed red into the lounge after, and I couldn't help but laugh. I'd just been caught almost snogging my boyfriend by my Grammy!

We got down on the couch and turned on the tele. Some chat show was on. Not that it mattered; we never really watched the tele. It was practically the only time for us to talk to one another. However, when I was about to ask Alex about his day, I saw something that made my stomach feel weird. I turned the volume up to hear the show.

"Is this a play? Or, is playboy guitarist Tom Kaulitz really dating FLIPSYDE's Chantelle Paige? More after the break."

"What was that about, Katie?"

I couldn't let him know the truth! Something told me he wouldn't take kindly to knowing I'd been on one date with Tom Kaulitz, and snogged him.

So, I took a route I learned from Dad. "Nothing, I thought it was something else." When I lied to him, something told me I'd be regretting it later on.

"Have you ever heard of Tokio Hotel before?"

"I've listened to their music once," I replied. After Tom took off, I swore off their music. I was still royally pissed at the bloke, but not really as much as before.

"They're okay," he admitted. Jokingly, I gasped up at him.

"A bloke liking them? You're not a closet case are you?" I could tell he knew I was joking, though.

"Bloody hell, Katie, you caught me," Alex retorted. Laughing, I snuggled more into his side.

"Yeah, well, you're my closet gay boyfriend," I murmured.

We continued watching the tele, but something told me I was in for a bigger surprise at my graduation party.

I was still leaning on Alex when the front door opened. I sat up instantly and Alex moved his arm from my shoulder as Dad walked in.

"Oh, I didn't know you were having Alex over again," he murmured. I remember when I was younger; Grammy told me how he changed after Mum's death. To this day, I still can't help but wonder how much had changed in him.

"Yeah, we're just hanging out," I replied. I still couldn't tell if he could tell Alex and I were dating, but if he did, he didn't show it.

"Okay. Don't forget, we're heading for America after the party."

I nodded. It was almost the anniversary. Every year we had to visit her. It got annoying at first, but I think I get he needs to talk to her sometimes. I usually let him have his time alone with her while I stayed at Uncle Jake's. He was cool, and totally understanding with me. And other times I stayed with Aunt Autumn. She taught me how to street fight when I was younger. But, I think this year I'm going to talk to Mum. I'm an adult now; I should be allowed to talk to her!

He nodded hello to Alex and headed up the stairs. Now that I thought about it, we hadn't fought for a while. The last fight happened about a year ago.

It was over Tom.

I'd been throwing stuff in my room when he came in to see what was wrong. When he found out about Tom and how I was about to go off my rocks and fly to Berlin, he scolded me. He told me how Tom was a stupid bloke that I had no business associating with. Then he took my passport and grounded me.

That was about the most parenting he'd done in my opinion.

After I finally got ungrounded, I tried out for the part, got it, and met Alex. And somewhere in my busy schedule I manage to take my team to their third nationals and win MVP.

Some people would say I liked Tom. No, I was just pissed that I'd let my guard down and went on a date with him for nothing. He didn't even say good-bye!

But I am happy now. I've got an amazing boyfriend and I'm graduating onto university and pro football. And Alex didn't have to practically embarrass me to get his date! He made me feel special, and I know if he dropped down on one knee and asked for my hand in marriage, I would readily accept. Not that I would ever let him know that.

I was getting ready for graduation. I had the cap and gown on, and I was ready for the agonizing hours of "Remember When's" and speeches. Alex was going to be there, hiding from public view, but there nonetheless. Again, that weird gut feeling from earlier was back. It felt like it was telling me that Alex's being there would be a bad idea. I knew it was a bad idea, but I shrugged it off nonetheless. If anything happened, then it happened and I would have to deal with it.

When I finished getting ready, I headed for my Nissan. Inside waited Grammy and Dad. We were carpooling—I like being green sometimes. I groaned, though, when I saw Dad sitting in the driver's seat. Dad and horsepower did not mix.

"I tried to get your father to move, darling. Well, you can see the result," Grammy said. I tried turning the puppy eyed look on Dad, but he was having none of it.

"Darling, I need an adrenaline rush. Eighteen years and I haven't ridden a bloody bike," he replied. Groaning, I squeezed into the back. My bloody graduation and I can't even drive my bloody car!

After Grammy shut the door, Dad zoomed off. Immediately my hands flew to the closest thing I could hold onto.

Grammy's seat.

Within minutes we were in the car park. It didn't help that we had all green lights either. I could literally feel everyone's—parents, grandparents, kids, and teachers to name a few—staring at us when we got out of the Nissan. Moaning, I ducked my head.

"Dad, did you have to just embarrass me?"

He laughed as he nodded.

"Just one last thing to do before you're on your way to college," he replied. I rolled my eyes and walked away from him and Grammy. I could literally see everyone in the female population staring. And he wondered why I didn't like him showing up at school functions? I wonder how Mum handled his appeal. Sighing, I walked over to the other graduates and spotted Emma's black hair.

"Emma," I said ecstatically when I came up to her and was met with her smiling face.

"Hey, so you decided to grace me with your presence," she replied. Rolling my eyes, I playfully shoved her.

"So are you coming to my graduation party? It's going to be at the beach," I reasoned. For years I'd tried to get her to come to my numerous beach parties, but every time she never came.

"I don't think so," she replied. Her hazel eyes showed the same emotion as the other times I asked her.

"Oh, come on, Emma! It's just water," I tried. I really didn't want to be without my best friend at my graduation party. I didn't even know half the people on the RSVP list!

"I can't, Katie," she answered hastily. Just as quickly my black haired friend walked off.

Bloody hell, she just snubbed me!

Huffing, I walked back into the line. We were about to start graduation. Now that I thought about it, I would never have to return this retched hell-hole called school again. It took every ounce of control in my body not to jump up and down for joy.

When I walked out with my row, a smirk graced my face. For what I wasn't sure. It might be because this was my last time here, or it could be because I was about to reveal Alex as my boyfriend. Whichever, I was still smirking, and I knew Dad had noticed.

We ended up having to sit through two hours of valedictorian speeches. Who the bloody hell talked that long about their dead dog? Seriously, grow a pair and get over it!

Finally, they were calling out the names. The list was slowly moving down to my name.

"Hathaway, Katie," our headmaster announced. I stood and walked with a grace only angels could manage towards the headmaster. As soon as my hand touched my diploma, I saw my Grammy and Dad stand and yell encouragements. To the side I noticed Alex in the shadows yelling along with them. I sent a secretive smirk towards him and hurried back to my seat. I felt like I was gliding on the floor back to my seat. I stood with the others in my row, only to quickly sit as the last person in my row got their diploma.

The process continued on, and eventually we were allowed to throw our caps. The blokes seemed to be trying to see who got the farthest after they were thrown. The bints seemed to be worried about their nails, and turned and walked away from it all. I walked determinedly toward Alex. He met me halfway and we hugged tightly. My arms were slowly inching toward his neck as his slid down to my waist. I pulled back from the hug slightly and smirked at him. By this time the graduated were all staring at us strongly. I could feel everyone's glare towards either Alex or me. Alex smirked back at me and leaned down. Meeting him halfway, our lips met. Our lips moved against one another in sync. My hands somehow made their way up to his unruly locks and grasped them tightly. I felt his tongue against my lips asking for entrance. When I granted him entrance, our tongues began the battle for dominance. A moan escaped from me when one of his hands wound down to my arse and pulled me snug against him. Soon he was lifting me off the ground. Grinning, our snog continued as my legs wound around his waist. It felt like hours had passed before air was needed. When we pulled apart, I could see the parents giving us appalled looks. Others, also known as Dad, was glaring at me.

Oops, I forgot about him.