Fracture

CHAPTER FOUR

*TW: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM*

❊ -♡︎Scarlett ♡︎-❊

"This is so weird," Gerard groaned, leaning against the kitchen counter beside mam.

"I think it's amazing! Scarlett is struggling and it's wonderful to have someone we know that can help," Mam beamed as she pulled the cookies she baked out of the oven.

"Yeah, I agree with that, but why does it have to be Feely," Gerard groaned again.

"Believe me, I'm not happy about it either," I rolled my eyes.

A knock on the front door made me drop my head into my hands.

"I'm guessing that's him," I sighed, exiting the kitchen and flinging open the front door.

My eyes landed on Patrick who was dressed in jeans and a black jumper with multiple textbooks in hand.

"Hey," He shot me a smile.

"Hi," I mumbled not returning his smile.

I stood in the doorway staring at his unfortunately very attractive face like an eejit.

"So, can I come in?" He swayed side to side.

"Shit! Right, come on in," I turned red, moving out of the way so Patrick could step inside.

"Hey lad," I heard Patrick give my brother a hug.

"Isn't it mad that you're tutoring my baby sister," Gerard muttered, putting an emphasis on the word baby.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean I am pretty good at maths," Patrick shrugged.

"Hi, Patrick! I've made cookies if you and Scarlett want to take some as a study snack," Mam chirped.

I mumbled, "I'm not hungry." At the same time Patrick said, "sounds grand. Thank you."

After mam handed Patrick nearly twelve cookies, the two of us headed upstairs to my room.

"And here's my room," I plopped onto my bed awkwardly.

It had been nearly seven years since Patrick had been in my bedroom and it almost felt wrong to have him in here.

"It's definitely different than the last time I was in here," Patrick grinned a painfully attractive smile.

Does he have to be so fucking hot.
Too bad he's an asshole.

"Probably because I was eight the last time you were in here," I pointed out.

"Right," Patrick awkwardly hovered at the edge of my bed.

"Take a seat," I motioned to my bed, "I don't bite."

He sank down onto the bed, now sitting across from me.

"Alright, your teacher has informed me you're failing. However, you have one unit test left and the final exam to improve your grade," Patrick explained.