Fracture

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

☆ ♫ Patrick ♫ ☆

"Who was that?" Casey snorted once Scarlett had fled the kitchen.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"No one! Just my friend's sister," I forced out, trying not to come across flustered.

Casey eyed me, "It didn't seem like no one. She seemed jealous, did you guys date or something?"

"No, we didn't date," I sighed, shaking my head at the girl.

I didn't know why I felt so flustered, I had only met this girl like ten minutes ago. She just started backing her ass into me on the dance floor and that was that.

All I knew about the girl was that her name was Casey, she was in sixth year at BCS and she was an excellent kisser.

"Listen, Patrick, you don't have to lie to me," She cocked her head sideways, "We met like ten minutes ago, and I can tell you have serious feelings for that girl. And FYI she totally just took that dude outside to hook up."

"Really?" I gaped at her last comment.

Scarlett better not be hooking up with that prick. I mean she was entitled to do whatever she wanted, but I'd prefer not to know about it.

"See, you're just as jealous," Casey smirked, crossing her arms over her amazing tits.

"Fuck," Was all that I could say.

"Well are you going to get her or what?" She asked, pointing to the doorway.

Looking between the door and Casey I bowed my head and sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I love the best friend's sister trope," She laughed as I turned to exit the kitchen, "Nice meeting you Patrick."

"Yeah, you too," I smiled before pushing past a bunch of people in order to find Scarlett.

I looked around the living room, scanning the crowd for her. My eyes landed on Claire being spun around the dance floor by Gibsie.

Racing over to her I shouted, "Have you seen Scarlett?"

"No! Why? Is she okay?" Claire froze making Gibsie crash into her.

"My god! What was so important you interrupted our dance," Gibsie huffed.

"He's looking for Scar," Claire informed him.

"Is she alright?" Gibsies expression immediately changed to concern.

"Yeah, she's okay," I nodded, "I just want to speak with her."

"I haven't seen her," Claire shrugged.

"Me either," Gibsie agreed, "You better not make her cry, asshole."

Rolling my eyes at Gibsie, I left the pair alone. He had forgiven me since our big fight at school and we were back to our normal chaotic friendship.

Thank god.

Reaching the door to the backyard, I passed a furious looking Lizzie who was standing against the wall with a drink in hand.