.perfect all american bitch. .Patrick Verona.

Skiving.

(Jo's POV)

AFTER PAT'S PERFORMANCE , it is no surprise he was sent to detention. 

Once I had changed after gym class, I made it my task to get him out. 

I speed through the halls, towards the 'detention suit.' 

Part of me is still shocked and part of me wants to see him desperately. 

I take a deep breath before I enter the room. I open the door and quietly close it behind me. 

"Hi coach." I voice, a few heads turn to look at me, but Pats head is the fastest to react.

I glance his way for a split second, he looks somewhat surprised. 

"Hello Miss Elsinore, what can I help you with." Mr Chapin turns to me.

"Erm-" I should have planned this out before I entered the room. "I was wanting to talk about the upcoming sports day." 

"Ah- yes." He replies. 

I didn't even know that there was a sports day coming up. Yikes this could go wrong.

"I was wondering how many races there are for the girls? The track team wants me to join." I smile. 

Mr Chapin leans over to grab his work bag, I take this as a chance to signal to Pat to leave. 

I spin quickly to Pat, who is watching me, I point aggressively towards the window. Pat just smiles at me. 

Gosh this boy. 

I widen my eyes at him and point once more to the window, this time he understands. 

Turning back towards sir I start over-talking, "As you know, I hold the school record for fastest 800m and 1500m-" 

"Ah- yes. I remember that, gosh. You hit 4.06 last 1500, right?" He asks.

"Yeah yeah something like that." I nervously laugh as I see Pat just behind Coach.

Sir goes to turn around, my first instinct was to grab his arm. 

"Gosh- sir I didn't know your biceps were huge!" I move him slightly so he doesn't see Pat.

"You don't use steroids do you, I've heard they servery decrease your- package." My hands signal down towards his...

I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. 

"T-that's not the point." I stutter out. 

"Lets hope not." He replies. 

Kill me now. I beg.

As Pat moves, a floorboard loudly creaks causing Mr Chapin to turn. 

Before he can I grab his face, "Right. Back to the Races, we wouldn't want to disappoint the sexy track girls, right?!" 

I nervously crack jokes, however that one came out too sincerely. 

Pat is nearly at the window, but he's taking his sweet time. 

Mr Chapin gives me a look of concern mixed with disgust. 

Another noise comes from the stage. Yet again I nervously talk. 

"What id do to look like the track girls," I turn and look at those in detention, "Right girls?" 

I get a few 'Yeah's' of agreement from the handful of girls sat there. 

"Like a big ass, big tits. Wow. Want." I loudly say.

"I mean I have big boobs but not in the same way-" I'm now bright red.