My anxiety is something awful, even if I've taken my meds. My hands have been shaking ever since I got up this morning, and I cleaned my entire apartment out of sheer nerves. May not seem like a big deal but it is, I hardly ever clean up. I can't stop pacing around the room, waiting for Pete to come. He's supposed to be here in 20 minutes, which is too long.
I run my hands through my hair, my fedora lying on the couch.
To Pete: are you gonna be here soon
To Patrick: almost ready to leave, relax it'll be ok
To Pete: i can't stop shaking
To Patrick: i'll be there soon, don't worry
To Pete: please hurry
I throw my phone onto the couch- not angrily, it just helps me relieve some of the shakiness.
Pete's POV
As I'm tying my combat boots I hear a knock on the door. Was Patrick that anxious that he came to my house instead? If anyone should be anxious it should be me- I'm meeting my boyfriend's ex. The jealousy hasn't gone away for the past week and it's starting to annoy me.
"Just a sec!" I finish tying one of them and walk to the door, probably looking like an idiot wearing one shoe.
When I open the door my stomach drops.
It's Leah.
"Oh, um, hi, who're you?" I try to play it like I don't know her. Guess that was a bad idea.
She folds her arms, looking anxious herself. Guess it must be an anxiety day or something. "I know who you are Pete, don't act like you don't know me. You're dating Patrick."
"Okay, fine. Hi, Leah, why're you here?" I cross my own arms, hoping my tattoos make me a little more intimidating, even if I only have on one shoe.
Leah doesn't look any different, "Listen, I want you to stay away from Patrick, alright?"
I tilt my head, anger boiling inside the pit of my stomach, "And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?"
"He's mine. Not yours. I can change him, I know I can. It's Patrick, for heavens sake, he's easily manipulated," She rolls her eyes. Cliché ex much.
"Don't you dare say that about him," I sneer, pressing her against the wall of the hallway.
She smirks, "Or what? You gonna hit me? I can call the cops, y'know."
I let go of her, "Get out."
"I'm not in your apartment."
"I said get out."
"I can do whatever I want, and you can't stop me. If you aren't packed up and gone by tomorrow at noon, Patrick's gonna get hurt. Emotionally, of course," Leah smiles. But it's cold, not happy.
My throat gets choked up, "You can't do that."
"Oh, watch me, Pete Wentz," She puts her hands on her hips, pointing a finger at me, "You better be gone. Wouldn't want to hurt 'Trick now, would you?"
"Don't. Call him that," I grit my teeth, "Just wait till he hears about this."
"Oh, but it's my word against yours, and he wouldn't believe you, especially if you . . . I don't know, just left him for someone else," Leah smiles again, "You should've stayed out of the way when you had the chance."
With that, she walks down the hall and takes a left to where the elevators are. I can only assume she's going to Patrick's apartment.
And I can't do anything about it.
Patrick's POV
There's a knock at the door and I practically trip over everything lying in my way, opening it feverishly, "Pete I- Leah?"
She smiles, tears in her eyes, "H-Hey."
I smile a bit, my nerves buzzing like crazy, "Oh um- hi, I was sort of expecting someone else."
Her face falls, "Oh, okay. I'll just-"
"No, no! Come on in," I grin, letting her sit down on the couch.
She runs her hand through her hair the way I do, and looks at the floor, "I-I'm sorry I left, without saying anything."
I sigh, biting my lip, sitting on the coffee table across from her, "No, I'm the one who should be apologizing."
She starts to talk but I cut her off before I can stop, "Listen, I've been thinking a lot about that day, ever since it happened. I'm so, so sorry, and I know that a million times I say that it won't work but I'm sorry, I shouldn't have played with you for that long, I just can't help how I feel, I can't change it. You're the first friend I had ever had since school, you understand everything. I can't believe I did that to you, I'm sorry." My voice cracks and tears fall down my cheeks slowly.
Leah's face blushes, and she wipes my tears away, "I'm sorry for how I reacted, I should have been more mature. Could we- I don't know, start over?"
And the next thing I know is she's kissing me, but I feel nothing. It feels wrong- I'm dating Pete, not Leah. I pull back, "Oh um, I'm sorry but I'm already dating someone else . . . "
Her expression saddens, "I see." A couple tears fall down her face, "I'm sorry." She whispers, standing up to leave. I don't stop her, except say, "It's alright." But she leaves anyways.
To Pete: leah came over, i apologized and she left. i don't know if she'll be back or not
To Pete: you there?
I assume he's busy but he's ten minutes late from meeting me, which is weird. Pete's always at the most five minutes late. I try to call him. He doesn't pick up. So I drive to his apartment, he isn't home. Locked. I feel my heart start to beat faster- no I can't have an attack- not now. Please, not now.
Of course my mind doesn't listen to me.
I sit down, placing my head between my knees. There's a loud ringing in my ears, my face feels abnormally hot, and I can't stop shaking. So there I sit, trying to calm myself down, leaning against the hallway outside of Pete's apartment.
Where'd he go?
- i don't mean to sound desperate but id like some votes or comments from the few people reading this . . .
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