.perfect all american bitch. .Patrick Verona.

Performing.

(Jo's POV)

ITS BEEN A  few days since the incident on the football field.

Nothing has happened between Verona and I. Just as I'd hoped. 

Kat and I continue to use it as our daily shit talk alongside big ego himself, Joey Donner.

As Kat and I leave art, we head up the steps as the art department is based in the lower building.

" Eww." I watch Kats expression change as she sees a prom flier.

"Can you even imagine that. Who would want to go to that antiquated mating ritual?" She furrows her brows as she explains her well known opinion on prom.

"I would," Kat turns to me in shock, "if everyone there weren't total imbeciles that like their pride too much."

Kat takes a sigh of relief.

"And everyone there is forced to listen to a band that by definition blows!" Kat adds with a deep exhale.

"Imagine we played prom. Ugh that would be way better." I sigh.

Kat chuckles, "Damn right."

"On the other hand.. imagine you had the most perfect dress and the boy taking you-"

"Like 'she's all that'?!" Kat cuts in excitedly.

I squeal back a yes and we both start smiling.

Kat suddenly clears her throat to compose herself.

"We're coming at this from entirely the wrong perspective. We must make a statement by not going."

"Oh. Goody. Burst my bubble of my fantasy." I roll my eyes.

(Patrick's POV)

Joey managed to grab ahold of me whilst I was walking in the corridor.

Every second I spend with him is pure torture.

"Here. This should be enough to take care of the flowers, the limo, the tux, everything." He hands me a wad of cash as he tries to tell me how to take Jo to prom.

"Just make sure she gets there." He places his hand on my shoulder. I'm so tempted to snap it off but I don't.

"You know what? I'm sick of playing your little game joey." I sigh and hand the money back.

"Okay. Wait, wait, wait," he pulls out his wallet, " you sick of, let's say, 400?"

My jaw drops slightly as he places the money infront of me.

I take a few minutes deciding.
1.i make it up with Jo and she doesn't know about the bet.
2. She already knows and hates me.
3.i make up with her, then she finds out and curses my bloodline.

Why can't I say no to this twat?!

I take the money and he walks off, knowing the deal is done.

If I want to win her back I've got to do a few things first.

I pull out my phone and dial in his number.