Bound to you. (a Peddie story)

Lip biting

Patricia's POV

It was 11am and I was sat in some boring business studies class, not paying attention. I couldnt stop thinking about last night, it was completely perfect. Eddie was sat on the other side of the class to me, but still on the back row, just like i was, i had caught him looking at me at least 2 times this lesson, now he was smirking, knowing that i was looking at him. I looked back at the teacher and got lost in thought of last night. Then something hit my head, a note, from eddie.

Yacker,

Did you notice that you bite your lower lip when you're thinking about me? I did. Its cute. You have been doing it all day, i'm glad that i can be such a fascinating thought for you.

Eddie.

I noticed that i was tugging on my lower lip, i had never noticed before. i turned to Joy who was sat beside me. "do i ever bite my lip?" i asked her.

"yeah all the time, i think it only happens when you're thinking about Eddie though." she said returning to her notes. I blushed. Maybe i should stop doing that.

By the time I got back to Anubis house that day from school i was exhausted from trying not to bite my lip. I couldnt give Eddie the satisfaction of knowing how often i think of him, which has been a lot recently. I slowly stumbled up the giant wooden staircase and into mine, mara and Joys's room, falling backwards onto my bed and sighing, Mara was out with Jerome and who knows where Joy was, leaving the room empty from room mates as i glanced around like i usually did, thats when i noticed it and screamed.

Eddie's POV

I heard the scream from Patricia's room and ran straight up the stairs and stormed into the room, Patricia was sat in the middle of her bed with her knees tucked closely to her chest. She was staring at something on her bed side table. I sat down next to her on the bed. "what up with the girly scream?" i asked, she said nothing and pointed to the black photo frame on her bed side table that was not there before.

Patricia's POV

a black photo frame sat where my alarm used to be, the frame was beautiful, the picture was not. It was me, sat on the sofa in the front room, with Rufus Zeno next to me and Jerome behind, I burnt that picture years ago, why was it suddenly here? In my room? By my bed? No one knew about that picture, this was no harmless prank, thats when i noticed something else, another frame that matched the black one, except this one was red, it was on the shelf that belonged to no one by the door, i got up from the bed to look at the photo, it was Rufus' dead body sprawled across a tiled floor. I let out another scream. What the hell is going on?!?