2. What's Up?
"Kat, what's up?" he asks seemingly sincerely.
“well I just found this amazing spot where I could sit at peace then this boy turns up, he seemed nice but wait, from what I heard he was the schools hard core playboy, and Nick I don’t like being a piece in peoples games and you’re going to play me so does that answer your question?” I shouted angrily.
"Where the hell did that come from, you looked fine in History." He says, letting some fear seep into his voice as he stepped back with my tone.
"Well that’s what I do, I pretend!” I yell, again taking a step towards him.
"Well I don't get it, I would never play you." he leaned in and whispered, "I like you and I want to talk to you." I was stunned for a moment but I replied nonchamalently.
"Roof, 10 minutes."
"Good," he says with a smirk but by the end of the 12 minutes it will take, it will be wiped clean off his face. "See you soon."
After the 10 minutes I walked up the stairs and opened the door and there was Nick.
"Why are you so mad?" Nick asked. Straight to the point.
"Because you are the playboy and you're playing me. So I hate you with a passion. I don’t care what you do or feel just know, this is my sot and if you ever come up here again or tell anyone where I sit, I'll tell everyone where you sit, if I don’t know it, I will find out and within a day you won’t be alone, you’ll have your little crowd of lovers and adorers with you. Then if you move I will find it again, I always will." I say sternly. Then I shove him out of the door with so much force that he nearly falls down all 65 stairs (yes I have counted). I kind of felt sorry for him but then I remembered why I pushed him out and the sorry went away like the last piece of pizza at MIAA. I slammed the door in his face and sat down. That's when it began. The hate of Kat Sparrow.