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Chapter 5: Patrick

For a while, we just hung out, lounging on my bed or playing on my computer. We didn't do much other than that. Sure, we put on some Netflix and laid in my bed, but it wasn't anything to do with chilling, thank you.
Pete seemed pretty quiet from then on, and I wondered why. I wanted him to speak up, so we could talk about the season finale of Glee. But Pete stayed silent. All conversation starters I tried, he blew off.
Finally, he looked at me with this look in his eyes. It looked sad, but it also looked guilty.
"I didn't tell you the whole story," Pete admitted, hanging his head to hide his face.
"What do you mean?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in confusion.
"I didn't tell you about the detentions, which I think are really important. So, if you don't mind, I'll tell you."
With a deep breath, Pete started to talk.
"Every week for months I was stuck in this little room. It was called in house, and I just sat around in a stupid room. I didn't do anything. On the weekends, we had to do community service. Soon my punishment went from in house to just detentions on Saturday morning. And when I would go there, Mikey would be there.
The first time I met him, I didn't talk the whole time. Mikey talked to me a bit, but I never responded. The second detention, however, I spoke to him. Mikey had been bugging me, asking me questions like, "Why are you here?" "Aren't you the kid who punched Brendon Urie?"
Finally, I snapped, "Yes. I punched Brendon Urie, but the kid is a dick anyways."
Mikey laughed. "I think I like you."
So we had became friends. We talked in detention and we even hung out out of it. There was talk around the school that we were dating but I shook it off. I didn't like Mikey that way. He was just someone who listened as well as understood. He understood how the rumors hurt. And for once, I was understood.
But sadly that didn't last long.
I had told Mikey a secret.
It got out."
Pete stopped talking and shrugged. "That's all but... I thought you should know." Pete put his hands in his pockets and sighed.
"I have to go now Patrick." Pete said. "Thanks for having me over." He said, and then he was gone.

~Timeskip To Monday~

All day I didn't see Pete. I hung out with Brendon and the rest of the popular kids. I hung out with them at lunch, but then I saw him.
Pete looked unbelievably hurt.
"Patrick!" He yelled.
"Shit," I muttered.
Pete stormed over to me. "What the fuck! Patrick, how could you?!"
I shook my head. "Pete, it's not what it looks like... Just calm down, please."
Pete growled. "You- I can't believe you!" Pete yelled, his hands turning into clenched fists.
Kids gathered around, and chanted, "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!"
I stood there numbly. "P-Pete..."
Pete raised his arms, and he went like he was going to punch me. I closed my eyes tight, but didn't feel anything. Did he already punch me?
I opened my eyes. His hand was inches from my face. He had stopped. He looked like he was going to vomit. He put his arm down, and stuttered, "I-I have to go."

I followed him.
He noticed me soon after. "You said you weren't one of them." He said, looking down with tears in his eyes.
"They're still my friends, Pete."
"I trusted you!" Pete cried.
"Just because they're my friends doesn't mean I love you any less." I said.
Pete stared at me. "Wait, love?"
I blushed. "I-I meant as a friend. I love you as a friend."
Pete smiled back.