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Although she'd been waiting for it, Nathan's sudden shout from behind still managed to startle Katherine and she jumped. She looked up at him with a glare, but before she could fully register the fact that he was coming towards her with a borderline terrifying expression her phone was ripped out of her hands and sent flying across the parking lot. She heard it land with a distant clack on the cement, the screen more than likely turned into a spiderweb or hairline cracks if it didn't shatter completely. She turned back to him, jaw set, both rage and some perverted sense of lust making her head swim. "You shithead," she bit out, but her words were dominated completely by his next outburst, and it was as though she hadn't spoken at all. In fact, she doubted very much whether he'd even registered that she'd said something, let alone heard her. When he began ranting about how he should have killed Frank, how she was a liar, she tried to open her mouth in protest but he drowned her out again. There were still frustrated tears in her eyes but she had, at least, managed not to let them fall. She was almost relieved to hear it was the cops that had taken Frank, that he wasn't being tortured somewhere by one of Nate's goons, but her relief was short-lived, and not only because of the charges that could and would almost definitely be brought against him. It was Nate's proclamation that Frank was behind bars being raped that jarred her. "No!" she shouted, losing herself for a moment. "He would be in a holding cell! He'd have to go through a trial before they locked him up!" Wrong, a voice in her head told her. This isn't America's legal system--this is Arcadia's legal system, owned and operated by the Prescotts. If Nathan asked it and gave his father enough in return, Katherine had no doubt Frank could be behind bars in the county jail right this minute. "You bastard," she whispered, but she didn't move. She wouldn't leave, she knew that as well as she knew that Frank would have to get used to jail for a long, long time. Because despite it all she loved Nathan, and in some sick, demented way, she loved him because of it. "So what are you gonna do now? Start using some totally random dealer? Some product you're not even familiar with?" She laughed sardonically. "You fucked yourself over. Just in time for your stupid fucking Halloween prep club party."

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text messages ✉ pricedell

Kat: have you gotten a hold of frank yet??

Chloe: nothin. he texted me like half an hour ago tho when I asked if I could pick up some pot

Kat: let me know if you hear from him

Chloe: does Prescott need stuff from him?

Kat: he will eventually

Kat: I just wanna know what happened. he won't answer me either

Chloe: why do u care so much?

Kat: bc it's weird he disappeared? especially without pompidou?

Chloe: u had a thing with him didn't u

Chloe: I fuckin knew it kat

Chloe: does ur bf know about it

Kat: yes, Nate knows

Chloe: that's what happened last night

Chloe: that was why u hurt itself

Chloe: god kat why the fuck r u with this douche bag

Chloe: have u realized it's probably because of him something happened to Frank

Kat: yes I've fucking thought of that, thank you

Kat: and if I wanted your opinion I would have asked you for it

Chloe: he's literally 14 years older than you that's fucking disgusting

Kat: yeah well your new gf is fucking disgusting so why don't you go complain to her about it

Chloe: [ read 1:43 pm ]

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Katherine felt her body tensing with both anger and real, honest-to-god fear. The idea that he'd gotten him arrested crossed her mind, but she didn't dwell on it, because what she was more scared of was the thought that maybe Nate had only taken the gun out of Frank's mouth last night just to appease her, and had never really had any intentions of letting him live. The way he unfolded his napkin so leisurely and began cutting into his sausage made her blood boil. "Chloe went to pick up and said he's gone," she bit out, watching him with a stare so intent she thought lasers might shoot out of her eyes any moment. "Pompidou is still there. Frank doesn't go anywhere without that dog." She paused, giving Nate a chance to say something, anything, to affirm or deny it (the latter of which she was hoping for, although she clung to that hope feebly. This was Nate's doing, she knew it). And then he did deny it, and Katherine was brought up short. "Have I talked to him?" she repeated incredulously. "Obviously not, or I wouldn't be asking you where he is." She hated that for as much as she really didn't care about anyone else, Nate was even more ruthless than she was. She didn't know why he wasn't owning up to having something to do with Frank's disappearance, just that he was enjoying how flustered she was becoming. "I told you I wouldn't talk to him anymore," she said, her voice rising, soup cooling off to the side. "Why couldn't you just leave him alone, Nate?" That smug look on his face was almost too much for her, and despite how much she loved him, she knew that in a second she would reach across the table and slap him in the face out of frustration. That would end badly not only because she knew she would eventually feel guilty after her temper had cooled, but also because Nate was liable to lash out violently if she did so. She glared at him a moment longer before grabbing her purse and sliding out of the booth. She folded her coat around her and marched out of the diner in a flurry of emotion, something which was incredibly rare for her, considering her emotions were generally subdued. It was this back-and-forth between Nathan and Frank that was driving her mad--she knew she couldn't talk to him anymore despite how much she wanted to, but she could at least live with that. Knowing, however, that Nathan had gone behind her back and done something to him anyway? It made her feel sick. With angry tears in her eyes that she absolutely refused to let spill over her cheeks, she pulled her phone out again and began trying to contact Frank. Half her mind was focused on that, and half was wondering if Nate would come after her, well aware that a majority wanted him to do so, and to force her to stop what she was doing.

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Nate’s subtextual comment about Frank made her give him a sharp look, but she didn’t say anything. She was almost positive he’d meant something by it, but out of both a sense of foreboding and an unwillingness to know what he was talking about, she moved past the subject without a word. She thought it most likely he was giving himself an illusion of control by telling himself he wouldn’t let her buy from Frank anymore, which was fine, since she knew Nate would find someone else fast, and even if he didn’t, it wasn’t as though she couldn’t sneak over to Frank’s RV one night to pick something up. She was absolutely resolute about not letting anything get emotional or sexual with him again, not because she didn’t want it–which a small part of her still did–but because it wasn’t worth losing more of Nathan’s trust if (when) he found out. She loved Nathan. It was just that she loved attention as much as she loved him. And attention from men so much older than her–like Jefferson and Frank–was like a drug. Their greediness for her youth turned her on. With Nathan, it was his bloodlust that did it for her. “Better watch out she doesn’t spit in your food, honey,” Katherine said after Joyce had walked away, both amused and unimpressed by his intentional slip-up of her surname. “It’s not her fault I fucked her daughter.” She said this with a smug smile intended to get under Nathan’s skin. However, the smile slipped quickly when he mentioned Victoria. She supposed bringing up the Vortex Club and that leech Courtney hadn’t been the best way to avoid the topic, but she was annoyed regardless. Slumping a little in her seat with a roll of her dark eyes, she looked away toward the window. As soon as she felt his hand on her thigh, however, a small smirk curved her lips, and his pun didn’t go unnoticed by her. She laughed softly and slipped her hand under the table to cover his. “You know I–” But whatever it was she was going to say went unsaid, because at that moment her phone started vibrating again, this time with a call. From Chloe. “Hold on,” she said impatiently, answering the call and lifting the phone to her ear. “Chloe, seriously, I’ll call you later when I’m–” She stopped talking when Chloe cut her off, rambling on about how she was picking something up from Frank but he wasn’t there, just the dog, and did Katherine know where he was, because she really needed some fucking pot. Katherine’s throat tightened and she looked at Nathan with her jaw set and her shoulders suddenly tense. “I’ll call you back,” she said, and ended the call, placing the phone back down on the table. Joyce came by with their food, but Katherine only had eyes for Nathan, her stare burning a hole in his skull. Joyce must have sensed the sudden tension, because she didn’t even stick around to refill their mugs, which were almost empty. “What’d you do?” she said softly, her voice tight. “Where’s Frank, Nate?”

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Katherine hadn't expected Nathan to put her idea together with Frank and Mr. Jefferson, but obviously he had, and she realized it had been stupid to think he wouldn't. He was clearly still sore about the revelations she'd given him last night, and she was only glad now that she hadn't told him about the photo shoots she'd done, because that would have sent him over the edge to think that she was suggesting they do something she'd done with Jefferson. "Don't be a prick," she said tightly, sliding the mug closer to her chest along the table and straightening her back, irrationally irritated by Nate's not-so-subtle dig. "It would be interesting, you're just being intentionally belligerent. Stop whining, Nate." Her phone vibrated and she looked away from Nathan to pull it out of the pocket of her sweater, sighing when she saw Chloe's name and knew without looking that it would be about what had happened last night. Max had probably texted her after she'd seen Katherine and Nate leaving the school. She opened the texts to see that she was right, but locked the phone again anyway and set it down on the table, deciding to answer that later. "I still think we should do a shoot, though," she said after a moment of silence, looking up at him again and meeting his eyes. "Sober if that makes you feel better." Her phone buzzed again. She ignored it.

Joyce came back, and although Katherine hadn't looked at the menu, she ordered her go-to bowl of French Onion soup, which Joyce wrote down on a notepad with a little nod. She would have loved to get inside the woman's mind, to know exactly what she was thinking, but one thing about Joyce Katherine had no choice but to respect was her unreadable face, her emotions always seemingly at bay. It was probably a habit, she mused, watching the older woman as she took Nathan's order. In a small town like Arcadia Bay, where everyone knew everyone else's business (and a family like the Prescotts exploited those who opposed them), especially with a dead husband and a daughter like Chloe, keeping your secrets hidden was the only way to live your life. Not to mention her decision to start dating the head of Blackwell Security. When she walked away again, Katherine lost her train of thought and started playing with a packet of sugar which she eventually dumped into her coffee and started swirling around with a spoon.

"How's your prep fest Halloween party coming along?" she asked, settling back against the booth and watching Nathan's face to see if he'd allow the change of subject. "Those stupid flyers are all over the school. Courtney's been sitting at her stupid table in the middle of the school with her VIP list spread out like she's doing preparations for a fucking presidential gala." She rolled her eyes and lifted the mug to her lips, relishing the way the hot liquid felt sliding down her throat, closing her eyes briefly. "I haven't decided yet if I'm gonna go."

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Something had transpired while she'd been talking to Mr. Jefferson--that much Katherine could tell by the set of Nathan's shoulders and the rigidity of his jaw. She only hoped it hadn't been anything too bad. Nathan had a tendency to get angry very quickly, and while it was always hot watching him get his rage on, after last night, she found herself in the mood for a more docile Nate. His invite to the Two Whales assured her that whatever it was hadn't been bad enough to set off his temper, and with a bright grin she leaned up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek, her lips still tingling from his heated kiss a moment ago. "Love to," she said, and grabbed his hand. Her next class was math, and she definitely had no problem skipping it. Their fingers tangled as they walked toward the school's entrance, passing, most notably, Max, who was skulking off to the side with her earbuds in, watching everyone as though she was so much more insightful than them. For just a second, their eyes met, Katherine watching her curiously, in response to which she received a genuinely surprised look from Max. The moment was over just as quickly and soon she and Nathan were passing Zachary and Juliet, canoodling near the doors, and out onto the steps. "Nauseating," Katherine commented as they headed toward the bus stop, referring to Zachary and Juliet. "Did you know Dana's fucking that grease monkey Trevor?" She shuddered at the thought. "Not only is he not good-looking, but it's impossible to hold a conversation with him because he's perpetually stoned. Such a waste." She shook her head, but as gossip had never held Katherine's attention very long--since it didn't revolve around her--she dropped the subject by the time they stepped onto the bus.

When they got to the Two Whales, it was packed with the lunch crowd, mostly truckers and fisherman and a few randoms thrown in that Katherine didn't recognize from town. She saw Joyce eye them as they walked in, but she didn't say anything, only came over once they'd taken a seat at  a booth near the back and filled their mugs with coffee. "Know what you want?" she asked, and for a split second Katherine saw her eyes flicker to her bandaged wrists. She could practically hear Joyce's thoughts: what do you see in this girl, Chloe, oh what do you see in her? It gave Katherine a vindictive kind of pleasure, particularly with the added drama of having Nathan here with her when they were quite clearly ditching school. That's right, bitch, she thought, I fucked your daughter, what're you gonna do about it? "Give us a few minutes," she said instead, and without a word Joyce left to refill other people's coffee mugs. Katherine settled into her seat and wrapped her hands around her own mug, perfectly content sitting here with Nate. She was glad they'd decided to come here. It was a gorgeous day, crisp but sunny, and autumn was in the air. The last boats of the season were out on the water and Katherine watched them as she sipped her coffee, warmth spreading from her mouth to her chest to her arms, making her fingers tingle pleasantly. "So I was thinking," she said, finally looking at Nathan, who was perusing the menu. "We should do a photo session tonight, before the cuts heal too much. I could...I could take something, you know, so I'll be...looser." She'd gotten the idea from Jefferson, of course, but that didn't make it any less brilliant. However, where Jefferson had given her sedatives in order to keep her from moving around, she was thinking more along the lines of "ecstasy," she said, and her grin was something that would have made most people uncomfortable. "You can shoot me while I'm rolling, without the bandages. What do you think?"

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Katherine was fully aware of the attention she was receiving the next day at school, and she preened under it. Nobody had actually approached her about it, but she felt their stares, and she consistently caught them looking at her wrists. They thought she was crazy. And that was okay--they'd always thought she was crazy. She thought it the height of amusement these people were so intimidated by her, a majority of which were actually older than her. She knew perfectly well that at least half the reason she held such a status was due to her very public relationship with Nate, but that left fifty percent credit to her, and she was proud of it indeed. They seemed to realize that slitting her wrists had been not a suicide attempt, but rather a spectacle with the sole purpose of gaining attention. Nor was she pretending it to be anything else. The common consensus throughout the school was that Nathan Prescott had snapped last night, and this had somehow resulted in Katherine taking a razor to her wrists to get back at him (she didn't bother correcting this when she heard it in the hallways, thinking that a razor sounded much more serious than a broken Manson CD). This story seemed to confirm their status as the "crazy couple" on campus, and Katherine liked that just fine.

Mr. Jefferson's class was fourth period, and although Nathan generally held interest due to his obsession with photography, Katherine had a tendency to space out and start drawing. When the period was over and she was leaving, Mr. Jefferson stopped her, and with a look to quell Nathan's forthcoming outburst, she stayed behind, curious about what Mr. Jefferson had to say, and if it had anything to do with the rumors. "Nathan," the teacher said, giving him a look that meant clear out, I'm talking to Katherine alone. When they were finally by themselves in the classroom, Katherine looked to him with a raised eyebrow. She'd never made it very clear to him how disgusted she'd been after that single time they'd fucked, and she now realized that although she'd told Nathan that it had happened, she'd never told him that on more than one occasion, she'd let Mr. Jefferson take pictures of her while she was willfully drugged. "It captures the innocence better," he'd told her, and since Nathan had been gone and she missed posing for someone with a dark eye, she'd done it. Besides, aside from the very creepy sex they'd had that one time, it hadn't been too bad. The man was twisted, but he was an amazing photographer. She wondered now whether he was about to ask her to do it again for him.

"Slicing up your perfect skin was a stupid idea, Kitty Kat," he said, leaning back against his desk and looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Katherine rolled her eyes, having no qualms about acting appropriately in front of Mr. Jefferson anymore. "Did what I wanted it to do," she answered dryly, folding her arms across her chest. Mr. Jefferson's eyes narrowed and he glazed his tongue over his bottom lip before saying, "Nathan's got a great eye, and I'm sure he takes care of your pussy just how you like it." Pushing off of the desk, he stepped closer to her, and Katherine stood her ground, her face frozen in an expression of mild irritation. "But he can't do what I do, Katherine." He lifted a hand and skimmed his fingers across her smooth cheek, making her shoulders tighten. "Let me do another session before you maim yourself further on that child's account." Katherine stepped away from him with a shrug of her shoulders, shooting him a dull look. "Why don't you use Victoria for your perverted little photo ops? She's wetting the bed for you every night, Mark." Mr. Jefferson's lips rose in an amused smirk that gave Katherine the creeps--and that was saying something considering some of the shit she and Nate got up to. "I love it when you say my name," he said softly, and Katherine retreated further. "I have a class to get to," she told him. "I'll...I'll think about it, okay? I'll let you know."

Leaving Mr. Jefferson in his classroom, she let the door close behind her and stepped into the hallway, only to be immediately accosted by Nathan, which made her grin. "Relax," she laughed, briefly cupping his cheek with one hand before letting it fall. "He just wanted to make sure I was okay 'cause of what he's been hearing. I told him to leave it alone."

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VANITYHELPS CHARACTER AESTHETIC:  K I L L E R  C O U P L E.

“A couple that kills together stays together.”

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                             she’s a mess of gorgeous

                                      c     h    a   o   s

                          and you can see it in her eyes.

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text messages ✉ kathan

NATHAN: Well you don't need to think about that because it's not gonna happen. I'll make sure of it.

NATHAN: Bet I could keep my cool better than you, squirmy.

NATHAN: Holy fuckin shit, don't even start on that again. And I wouldn't be caught doing anything with Jefferson. Everyone thinks he's so cool, but I think he's fuckin weird. I don't like him.

KATHERINE: Please do.

KATHERINE: Oh shut up. I wasn't that bad!

KATHERINE: I'm only saying it because it's true. But good, I hope you wouldn't. He's horrible.

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@thekatwalk: 180 mgs of morphine, 15 mgs of methadone. see y’all bitches l8r.

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text messages ✉ kathan

NATHAN: Good. Truck will be unlocked so just hop in if you get out there before me.

NATHAN: Wasn't easy for me to leave, Kitty. Fuck, I was forced. Had no choice. But there's no way in hell I'm gonna leave you again, not even by force.

NATHAN: Or I'd have you on your knees, but either way, that's exactly why it sucks we're not in the same class. Everyone's boring as fuck today. Specially Vic but she's always like this in Jefferson's class.

KATHERINE: I'll be waiting. 😊

KATHERINE: I certainly hope not. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you again, Nate. Especially now.

KATHERINE: Like you'd be able to keep your cool if I was sucking your cock under the desk.

KATHERINE: That's because she's got the hots for that nasty pervert. You and Jefferson should double team her, that's like her wet dream.

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text messages ✉ kathan

NATHAN: Two Whales? Wasn't too long ago I ate, but I'm down for second breakfast if you wanna have your first.

NATHAN: Good because.. I mean there's no doubt I feel the same. Miss you too, you know. Sucks we aren't in the same class right now.

KATHERINE: Yeah, sounds good. I'll meet you in the parking lot.

KATHERINE: I'm so glad you told me. I never would have on my own. That's why it was so hard for me when you left.

KATHERINE: If we were in the same class right now, I'd have you on your knees under the desk, not playing around with your phone.