𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍, 80s, 90s, 00s

patrick verona 🚬

It had been at least 2 months since Patrick moved to our school. I didn't think that out of everyone in the school he'd pick me, but somehow he wouldn't leave me alone. Now, I'm not one to play hard to get but god... I couldn't help it. After awhile I sort of went with it all. He was gorgeous and sweet, I was pretty sure I loved him but I don't know about that stuff too much.

"Hey," he said making an appearance at the lunch tables outside, "how are you?" He smiled politely to me and then to my friends sitting around me. I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"I'm fine... you?" I said trying not to sound like a total dumbass but god he made me choke sometimes.

"Better now that I found you," that charming grin played upon his face and I basically couldn't help but blush a million times worse than I already was, "Anyways there's a party tonight and I—"

"Y/N! Patrick! What's up guys?" Joey walked over. Everyone tensed up when Joey showed up... he was about an annoying as they can get and a major jerk.

"Nothing, Joey," I rolled my eyes trying to give Patrick my full attention but Joey craved attention so bad that it was hard not to give in and shut him up.

"Are you guys going to the party tonight?" He asked not getting the memo.

"Yeah, I was just gonna ask her to go." Patrick said trying to cut it short and basically make Joey leave.

"You're still keeping this up? I thought this little thing died a long time ago." Joey said making my eyebrows furrow. What did he mean?

"Keeping what up?" Patrick asked.

"Oh don't try that. Don't think I forgot that bet we made." Joey made my stomach drop. Bet?! Bet?! What bet? There's a bet?

"Joey, I don't know what you're talking about." He said with definite worry in his voice. What the hell was going on? Joey laughed lightly and turned his attention to me.

"Aw, you thought he actually wanted you?" Joey said making me start to tear up, "Patrick you need to stop playing with her feelings. I like her and you're trying so hard to win this bet I- I- think you should let it go." He smiled almost evilly.

"What?" I asked turning to Patrick was anger and sadness building up.

"Y/N... it's not what you think. I really do—"

"Was I bet? Huh, Patrick? Was I bet? Was I a fucking bet?!" I yelled at him with tears falling down my cheeks. I stood up from the table with complete hatred towards him.

"... yes... but please Y/N, I really do like you." He said trying to save his ass.

"Fuck you!" I yelled before splashing my soda in his face and walking off towards the inside of the school. I was completely embarrassed, depressed, and most of all heartbroken. My trust issues were getting worse by the day, I swear to that.

Fuck Patrick Verona.