Katie knew from the moment she saw the beautiful blonde that she would feel inferior the rest of the evening. It hadn't even occured to her that she had talents that Trisha might not have, like her amazing voice or guitar skills, or the fact that she was actually the thinnest one in the room. When Woody let go off her hand, she knew she had lost. That she was alone again. WoodyAndKatie was a memory. She was Katie again. It was as if she woke up from a comatose state. She closed herself inside her shell and decided that she wouldn't even taste the chicken. It wasn't worth it. She didn't try to take his hand again, because she saw that he was holding Trisha's underneath the table. She didn't want to be there.
Katie didn't feel like mentioning that she'd made straight A's for four years and killed on the SATs, and that she despite her wishes could get into any College of her choice. It wasn't important. She was inferior.
"That's amazing" she said, but there was an undertone of "Don't mess with me" that always came in handy when she was faced with a superior power. She knew she could have Trisha beaten up and in the hospital ward within two hours if she wanted.