Chapter 1

Kat's POV

Dear Diary,

I hate him. I hate his stupid smirk. I hate his motorcycle, especially when there's a bleach blonde bimbo on the back of it. I hate the way he sends chills down my spine by just talking. I hate that I've memorizes his smell and that every day I hope that I can smell it again. I hate that he gets under my skin. I hate the way he says I'm obsessed with him. But the worst thing I hate about him is the fact that I think he's right. And who do you ask is this guy who as me acting like those stupid teenager girls that I make fun of? PATRICK VERONA. I just wish that I would stop falling for him but I can't.

In the middle of writing in my diary I heard a tapping at my window. I put my diary down on my bed, opened the drawer next to my bed, took out my taser, and turned it on. No way am I letting any psycho creep turn me into a victim. I made my way to my window and once I made sure I wouldn't be seen by the creep I pull back my curtains to only find Patrick Verona standing outside my window.

"What are you doing here?" I said as I open window.

"Isn't it obvious, I'm here to murder you." Patrick said with a smirk.

"Oh sorry, murders aren't allowed in." I said walking away from the window hoping he would leave.

"Well good thing I'm not really a killer." Patrick said entering my room with that stupid smirk still plastered on his face.

"You didn't answer my question," I said turning around and noticing he was only a few inches away from me, "what are you doing here?"

"I need to tell you something." He said stepping a little closer making my breathing start to pick up.

"Oh, I'm so waiting, not." I said stepping back to distance us but he only stepped closer.

"Hey Kat, do you know where the newspaper is I need it for home…" Bianca said barging in and noticing the closeness of Patrick and I, "Oh…a boy, in your bedroom, at night. Dad's so hearing about this."

"Shut up or you'll wake him up!" I whispered loudly pulling her in and closing the door behind her so that our father wouldn't hear her.

"Dad is going to freak out if he sees him…" Bianca turned to look at Patrick and he wasn't there, "spooky."

"There he left now can you leave?" I said pushing Bianca out the door, "and the newspaper is downstairs on the island in the kitchen." I went back to my bed to finish my diary entry but it wasn't there. That bastard took my diary. The diary that had my feeling for him written in it. CRAP!

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