Author's Note: Sorry to those who are waiting on my other story, Real Life. But I'm stuck at a fork in the road and I'm trying to decide which direction to take the story! Until I get that figured out, here's another He Said/She Said, from episode three!

My dad and my sister seem to think I'm some kind of divine cactus. After Bianca comes home late, she gets in trouble, and I have to hear her whine about it all night. Things would be so much easier, she tells me, if you weren't little Miss Perfect! I'm not perfect.

Why does she have to be so...perfect? After the fiasco with the carnation, I was more than ready to put Kat Stratford behind me. But then she comes to school wearing that. That baggy, ratty old black t-shirt; something most girls wouldn't be caught dead in. The t-shirt with my favorite band emblazoned across the chest; the t-shirt that makes me think it's not time to move on after all.

I notice her almost as soon as she walks in the club. It's hard not to; she looks so lost and out of place. I kind of like the look on her, and I make a mental note to drag her out of her comfort zone more often.

The evening starts off so well...and goes downhill so fast. I step away for two seconds to answer a call from Bianca, and he's already moved on to some blonde girl whose flirtations are more obvious than the neon stage lights. Maybe Patrick thinks of me as a cactus, too.

It's my fault she leaves the show early; well, mine and the stupid girl who's trying to flirt with me. All I can think of is how to get rid of her, but by the time I do, Kat's gone. I try to focus back on the music, but soon, I leave too. What's the point? Maybe she's just too perfect for me.