Fracture

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

*TW: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM*

❊ -♡︎Scarlett♡︎-❊

"You're actually team Jacob?" I screamed, laughing so hard my stomach hurt.

"Yes! I can't believe you aren't," Patrick shook his head, also struggling to breathe from laughter.

"Have you seen the movies?" I shot back, "Edward is the only right answer."

"I watched them so long ago with my sisters," He gave me a dimpled smile, "I thought Jacob was a nice guy."

"You clearly need a refresher," I laughed even harder.

"Yeah, maybe I can watch them with you," He smirked, "You can give me your opinions on why Edward is better."

"Are you asking me on a movie date?" I blurted out, then began turning red.

Was that too forward?

"Yeah, I am," Patrick gave me a crooked grin.

I blushed.
I actually blushed over Patrick fucking Feely.

"Do you think I'll be able to pass maths?" I asked, veering the subject away from the flirty side.

"Of course," He nodded, "As long as you keep listening to me."

"Right, because you're an actual swot," I teased, watching Patrick bite his ice cream cone.

"Tease me all you want, Gibson, but I'm the one making you get A's," He joked.

"You're a bit full of yourself, Feely," I bit my lip.

"You know, Scar," He smiled, making my heart flutter, "I'm really glad we are friends again."

Him calling me 'Scar' had me floored. He hadn't called me the nickname in forever. It might be what everyone calls me but for some reason when he said it, it felt different.

"So am I," I grinned, and shockingly, I meant it.

The more time I spent with Patrick the more I was beginning to like him. I was mad that I had held something he said at ten years old over him for as long as I did.

I guess people do change.

"Can I try some of your ice cream," I giggled, pointing to the cone in his hand.

"Yeah," He smiled holding up the cone for me.

I leaned over the centre console of his car and licked the ice cream. When I looked up my eyes met Patrick's and he smirked at me. Finishing my bite of ice cream, he lowered the cone, not breaking eye contact.

I could feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest, and with all the courage in me, I leaned in to kiss him.

Our lips were centimetres apart when his phone rang making me jump back.

What the fuck did I just try and do?

"Fuck," Patrick muttered, "Fuck my life."