BATEMAN'S BRUNETTE || 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 ↲ original.

07. 16 missed calls

a note from ur fav author(jkjk😉)

 i am literally watching spongebob

 as i write this trying not to vomit at my writing skills

xoxo, sarah.

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It's every New - York girls dream and many New York guys aspiration. Patrick Bateman. And I had the same fantasy. I wanted to be the one he wanted. That was until I had discovered what kind of a guy Bateman really was. His ego severely needed to be humbled.

The way I thought of him began to disgust me. What an embarrassment.

"His gaze is so mesmerizing. His voice is hypnotic. That jawline and that smirk of his." 

I slowly bring myself back to reality and not the thoughts that flooded my brain of him. I pick up my phone and see I have 13 missed calls from Tara Sinclair. My friend since childhood who had also come to New York. Before moving, I used to live in Michigan and most of the students I knew wanted to move out of that awful state. So yeah, I guess I'm not that different or special than the others but at least I fled out of Pontiac first from all my friends. Anyways, I call her back knowing she'll pick up. She's not really my friend, we're basically best friends but I don't like using that term. 

"Sara." 

"Sara." I hear my name being repeated several times.

"Sara? What's the matter with you? You never picked up my calls I thought something happened." The comforting sound of Tara's voice helps me wake up from my long sleep. 

"I'm sorry, I was asleep."  I said. I'm glancing out the window while Tara's rambling about something going on with her boyfriend Kyle but I can't help looking outside. I see a police car parked in front of the house on the other side from the one across the corner. Despite his lame name, Tara gave her heart to Kyle which was fine I guess. I rarely had crushes on anyone in school. I have an ex-boyfriend though, who I was cheated on with my ex-best friend. I'm not a very emotionally attached person which is why me being upset over Patrick really upset me. My second relationship problem I've had in the past 19, almost 20, years of my life. 

"So yeah." Tara finishes her rant.

 "Tara there's two police cars in front of the neighbor's house, this is the second time this week."  

"What do you think is going on?" She asks. I turn around for a better view outside the window and I push the blinds a bit open so I can see what's going on, but anybody else can't. 

"I don't know."

"Isn't your neighbor like an old woman? Maybe she needs help with something." 

"I don't know." I reply but Tara cuts me off. "Were You even listening?" She teases me. "Not at all." I laugh. I kind of feel like a bad friend when I'm tired because I have my own focuses. 

"Then what are you doing over there in New York? Did You kiss the statue of Liberty for me like You promised You would on my 19th birthday." 

"You know about Patrick. Right? Like how I was in love with him and stuff." 

"Of course I do. Every time You like a guy I make it a point to remember since you've only ever liked one guy until Patrick." She says it like it's obvious.

"I quit my job. I don't know what to do."

"SARA." She says in shock, pausing. I know she's doing that thing where her jaw drops completely and You can see her perfectly white and straight teeth. She used to be bullied for having braces for 4 years since it's not supposed to take that long, but the results made it worth it for her. 

"Idiot. What on earth would You do that for---- are you on drugs Sara?" She says, there's a joking tone in her voice but I know she was confused with me so I explain everything. 

At the end she says the reason she called me so many times was to tell me I was invited to dinner with her, Kyle and a bunch of our old friends. I say our but its mostly her friends. I didn't really socialize that much, that's not to say I wasn't happy, I just found other things to do and other interests. Like using weapons and self defense. And also looking pretty. I don't wanna third wheel but I don't want to say know and I'm sure I can find other ways to entertain myself. I like going new places anyway so I accept.

"Good. I'll pick you up for 6:00. And don't forget to look pretty." She says before hanging up. I check the time to see it's just a minute till 12:00.

I head to the bathroom, do my makeup and force myself to not look disgusting. I bring myself down the apartment stairs and wait outside. In the distance, I see a tall man walking towards me. He has the presence of a spider, or an animal about to hunt its prey but I assume he's not walking towards me and I don't have the guts to turn to face him and see who it was. I check my phone.

 It's 6:12? And Tara's not here? I slip my phone in the back pocket of my blue jeans. It's windy outside and the sky is a dark color. I see a fancy car down the street, it wasn't close yet though. It was white, like Sadie's. Sadie was Tara's roommate and the two were always together. 

The man I saw walking towards me taps my shoulder. I look over to see who I was speaking to. "If you're here to rob me I have nothing on me." I say, before seeing who it even was. Oh no. Not him. Anyone but him. 

"Patrick." I say, the emotion I previously had on my face faded away instantly. "Sara. Can't we talk? I just don't understand." He proposes. "Yeah I'd love to and all," I say sarcastically. "But I have a dinner to go to." 

"It's not Dorsia is it?" "No-" "I could do better." He says sharply. "Listen Patrick, I think it's better you stay away from me." I respond, trying to keep calm. My blood runs cold for some reason and I sense the presence of goosebumps developing on my arms. "You?" He laughs.  

Nevermind, there was no calm. He underestimated me. I remember his old assistant, who I heard rumors about in the office. "Don't you have that blonde chick to be in bed with?" Patrick looks relatively stunned that I could snap. I didn't really feel like it was that deep, but I guess he wasn't used to my attitude. 

Perfect timing. The white car pulls up and I hop in. Patrick leans on the window sill. "Please Sara. You know I hate begging." "Then don't do it." I roll up the window and drive off. "Who was that hottie?" Tara asks me from the front seat. "No one." I respond, staying silent for the rest of the drive.