10 Things I Hate About You Page #25

(continuing)

Damn it!

Patrick grabs her in a victorious tackle. They land,

laughing.

It's hard to even recognize them, as their hair and faces

are so smeared with paint globs, but they still manage to

find each other's eyes.

He wipes a smear of blue paint away from her lips, as he

goes to kiss her.

NEARBY The kid with the stuffed animal, points

KID:

Look, Mom

His mother hurries him away. What's started as a tackle has

turned into a passionate kiss

EXT. STRATFORD HOUSE - NIGHT

Patrick pulls up in Kat's driveway. Their paint wardrobe

has dried by now and they look like refugees from some

strange, yet colorful, war.

KAT:

State trooper?

PATRICK:

Fallacy.

KAT:

The duck?

PATRICK:

Hearsay.

KAT:

I know the porn career's a lie.

He shuts off the car and turns to her.

PATRICK:

Do you?

He kisses her neck. It tickles. She laughs.

KAT:

Tell me something true.

PATRICK:

I hate peas.

KAT:

No -- something real. Something no one

else knows.

PATRICK:

(in-between kisses)

You're sweet. And sexy. And

completely hot for me.

KAT:

What?

PATRICK:

No one else knows

KAT:

You're amazingly self-assured. Has

anyone ever told you that?

PATRICK:

Go to the prom with me

Kat's smile disappears.

KAT:

Is that a request or a command?

PATRICK:

You know what I mean

KAT:

No.

PATRICK:

No what?

KAT:

No, I won't go with you

PATRICK:

Why not?

KAT:

Because I don't want to. It's a stupid

tradition.

Patrick sits quietly, torn. He can't very well tell her he

being paid to take her.

PATRICK:

People won't expect you to go...

Kat turns to him, getting angry.

KAT:

Why are you doing this?

KAT:

All of it -- what's in it for you?

He sits silently, not looking at her, confirming her

suspicions.

KAT:

(continuing)

Create a little drama? Start a new

rumor? What?

PATRICK:

So I have to have a motive to be with

you?

KAT:

You tell me.

PATRICK:

You need therapy. Has anyone ever told

you that?

KAT:

(quietly)

Answer the question, Patrick

PATRICK:

(angry)

Nothing! There's nothing in it for me.

Just the pleasure of your company.

He takes out a cigarette. She breaks it in half before she

SLAMS the car door and walks into the house.

Patrick PEELS out of the driveway. Kat turns at the front

door and watches him go

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Patrick pulls up to a stop light and waits for .the green

He glances over at A DRUNKEN HOMELESS GUY in the median, who

has decided that he doesn't need to wear pants.

Patrick pulls out his wallet, takes the wad of money Joey

gave him and hands it to the homeless guy.

PATRICK:

cover that up

The light turns green and Patrick pulls away

INT. STRATFORD HOUSE/BATHROOM - NIGHT

Kat stands at the sink, scrubbing paint off of her face

Bianca TAPS on the open door.

BIANCA:

Quick question -- are you going to the

prom?

Kat pushes the door shut with a SLAM

INT. STUDY HALL - DAY

Cameron and Bianca sit together at their study cubby. She

fingers a strand of her hair.

BIANCA:

Then Guillermo says, "If you go any

lighter, you're gonna look like an extra

on 90210."

CAMERON:

No...

Bianca stares at him for a moment.

BIANCA:

do you listen to this crap?

CAMERON:

What crap?

BIANCA:

Me. This endless ...blonde babble. I'm

like, boring myself.

CAMERON:

Thank God! If I had to hear one more

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