A/N - IMPORTANT - Patrick is played by Zac Efron, he was played by Paul Wesley but then I figured he was too old for the part so don't take any notice of the book cover:) sorry if that's confusing. Not so important but still important (character info) - Hey there, I hope you enjoy this chapter. +Picture of Anastasia in her outfit on the side. A picture of Patrick will uploaded on the next chapter. Lois is played by Maddison Pettits, Alex is played by Cody Simpson, Angel Reid is played by Ashley Tisday [Sharpay Evans look] Melissa is played by Amanda Seyried and Ana is played by Lucy Hale :)
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Patrick's P.O.V -
"Melissa please don't leave me," I begged. It was no use, she was breaking up with me.
"Save it Patrick.. You're a freak, I deserve better," She scoffed, attempting to turn away but I caught her arm and spun her around to face me.
"I'm sorr-"
The sound of a loud clap thundered through the atmosphere. Why the hell did she just hit me when I was trying to apologize? One - it didn't even hurt. Two - I was trying to be nice. Girls.. I will never understand them.
"What was that for?" I questioned, a tint of anger laced in my tone.
"That, my friend is for being a freak." She replied in a bitchy tone. Well it was pretty obvious that I was indeed a freak but since when was Melissa bitchy? What the hell is going o-
My thinking came to a halt when I noticed Melissa strolling towards me, an evil smirk stained her facial expression.
All of a sudden I noticed that I was on the edge of a cliff. What the hell?! Since when was I on a cliff, this is seriously messed up.
Wait.. I'm on the edge of a cliff. Melissa strolling towards me. Evil smirk. I finally caught on to what she was about to do, she was going to push me over the cliff, and I couldn't stop her, she was far too close to me already; one move and i'd be falling. There was no point in me trying to stop her from what she was about to do.
By now my body was slicing through mid-air and I was screaming at the top of my lungs for help, but it was no use. I was going to die, and the person I though that I loved was the culprit. My heart was shattering into pieces before the rest of my bones could. Damn, I thought it was always the girl who gets her heart broken first, and then the boy fixes it soon after with cliché apologies. What happened to happy endings? My thoughts came to a stop when I realised where I acctually was. I was going to die any minute now. Why the hell was it taking so damn long?
All of a sudden I felt myself being caught. Caught by who? I don't know. What the hell? Is this even possible? Wait. I think I was just saved by.. a girl? Yes, it was a girl. I couldn't make out her features but I could see her sillouhette just enough to make out that she was of the female gender. I had to find out who she was. The hole in my heart that Melissa made was slowly filling up. Was it this mystery girl that done this? She was healing my heart? Nah, that's impossible, I don't even know her, her name neither do I know what she looks like.
I spun around to thank her, but she was gone. Three words - What. The. Hell.
Huh?
Beep beep beep. I slammed a fist down on my alarm. What the hell was that dream all about? It almost seemed real. Woah. Anyway.. I will think about it later because today is the first day of my junior year, not that i'm looking forward to it, I just need to take my medication and then get ready.
I woke up in a pretty confused mood, but hopefully my bipolar wouldn't be a bitch today, then maybe I could acctually have a good day. You see, bipolar is confusing. My mood's can change from me being nice to you one minute then me snapping at you the next, I could be in a really good mood today then a really bad mood tommorow, or I could be in a really good mood for the whole entire week, then the next week wouldn't be so good. Confusing, right?
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Perfectly Imperfect.
Ficção AdolescenteOne girl. One boy. One highschool. One disorder. Two jelous ex's. ALOT of drama. And many hidden insecurities. Patrick and Anastasia are beginning realise that they'll never be perfect. But what they don't realise is that they don't have to be perf...