The Caring and The Daring {A Patrick Verona Story}

Chapter 8 - Can't Take My Eyes off of You.

After school, Kat and I swung by the music store. One of the only places that makes me feel good. Seriously, it's a second home to me. And I instantly went for the drum set. When I was little, I remember my dad playing on his set all the time. And I loved it.

From the age of 5 I was on the drums, and I didn't care that I wasn't that good at the time. But hell, I was 5. But when my dad left, I took a break for a while. It hurt to look at drums after that. It's gotten so much better now. I can't imagine going without playing.

I sat down, starting to play, instantly getting into it, when I felt something. Like someone was watching me. I turned around, only to see Kat. She had her eyes closed, clearly gone with the music. I looked around the store, but saw no one else. Weird.
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After I left the music store, i decided to go to the library. I hadn't really been much since moving into town. So I thought I'd check it out.
I looked at the rows of books, seeing all sorts of different ones I would read. I went down the isle full of dramas, just looking for anything basically. I turned the corner once reaching the end, just about running into Patrick. Oh lord. Really. What have I done to deserve this kind of torture?

"Excuse me? Have you seen the Feminine Mystique? I've lost my copy." What?? You really think I would help you?

"Patrick, what are you doing here?" I honestly wanted to bolt and never look back. I could barely look him in the eye. But my goodness. Why does he have to be such a hot asshole?

"I heard there was a poetry reading." I sighed. But that wouldn't stop me from slapping him. He's so damn frustrating.

"You know, you're so..." He smiled at me, that one that just lights up his whole face and shows off how cute it really is, rendering me speechless. Oh my gosh stop! Right now.

"Charming." I shook my head, continuing to walk. Sure. But I won't admit it.

"Wholesome." I turned around, staring at him. So he really wants to know what I have to say? Fine.

"Annoying." I walked to the rack of books, rummaging through them. I didn't want to be anywhere near him.

"You know, you're not as messed up as you think you are." I eyed him for a minute, really, really annoyed at this point. Why do guys have to be such pests? He's the one that rejected me!

"And you're not as evil as you think you are."

His eyes went wide. But humor was practically dancing in his eyes from my annoyed tone and look, making me roll my eyes. Dear god kill me now.

"Ooh, someone's still got her panties in a twist." He thinking about my panties?? Should I be happy or weirded out?

"You don't have an affect on my panties, thank you very much." Okay. That may be a lie. But that's yet another thing I won't admit to him! And as he looked me dead on the eyes with the most serious look I've ever seen on his face, my heart seemed to stop.

"Then what did I have a affect on?" I looked down at the ground, not even wanting to answer that question. I'd probably crumble if I did. And I won't give him that satisfaction.

So I grabbed the copy of The Feminine Mystique sitting on the shelf, pushing it to him.
I walked towards the door, turning around to see him looking down at the book, smiling. Then back up at me. And all I wanted to do was go running over and forgive him. But I simply walked out.
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Basically through out lunch I sat there reading a book. My mind was racing too much for me to even eat. I looked up for a second, seeing Patrick, Cam and Michael talking in line. What the hell is with these three? You wouldn't think they'd talk.

Then Patrick walked off from the line, coming towards me. I just looked back down at my book. No way am I trying that again. He's already embarrassed me enough. But he slowly walked passed me, causing me to look up, locking eyes with him. He grinned a little, like he knew I'd look up anyway. And he wasn't wrong. Then continued on, leaving me in a sighing slump. He's killing me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Can you tell yet I'm out on the field a lot? In the bleachers? I bet. I might as well become Kat's cheerleader. Shit, I'm the best friend ever!

"You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you. You're like heaven to touch. I want to hold you so much. And long last love has arrived. And I thank god I'm alive. You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you." I looked behind me upon hearing someone singing, to see Patrick right behind me, smiling. And I thought my eyes would pop out of my head from the mere sight of what's happening here right now.

Then the band suddenly started playing, causing me to turn back around, seeing them in the field with my caught on the headlights look probably so attractive. Oh my gosh. He must really love to torture me. But I turned back towards Patrick, starting to grin. I just couldn't help it. He slid over to me, doing a little dance. I couldn't help the smile lighting up my face. Does he honestly feel so bad for the other night that he would do something like this?

"I love you baby and if it's quite alright I need you baby to warm a lonely night, I love you baby, trust in me when I saaaaaay!!!" He pointed at me, sitting right next me, grinning. I bit my lip, not being able to take my eyes off him. Okay honestly, he's a good singer! Good looking. And can sing? Can he be anymore perfect?

"Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray, oh pretty baby now that I found you stay!" He was literally dancing through the bleachers, causing me to smile so big. And a laugh came from me that I have never done before.

"And let me love you baby, let me love yooooooou!" He looked right at me, causing me to jump up, clapping super hard. No one has ever  done something remotely amazing like this for me. Then security had to come and ruin a good thing. But oh my gosh.

I've never had someone do something this amazing for me. I just can't stop thinking it! My heart was racing so fast. And i couldn't stop smiling. He got out of the guys hands, coming back towards me, doing that dance of his, laughing. I couldn't stop laughing myself.

Then he smacked one on the butt, continuing up the bleachers, running from them with his cute smile perfectly in place. I continued to laugh, feeling light as air. The Verona charm is incredible.