patty
i walked out of my history class, sighing as some jock bumped my shoulder, "watch it loser!" he grumbled and walked away. okay then, sorry my shoulder was in you way.
i walk to the cafeteria, ready to see my friends- oh wait! i don't have any. well, that's me. loner girl.
i sit down on an empty bench, placing my bag on the table, and putting out a book called 'the maze runner'. it's a good book, not gonna lie.
i was so into the book, then suddenly, some guy knocked my book down, my eyes shot up to him, "oops, sorry patty, or should i say, fatty!" he snickers. i hate my name. i know it's really patricia, but when i was still happy, i introduced myself as patty instead of patricia.
the words hit me like a brick, it crushes my heart and i try not to let the tears fall, so i look down. "you are so ugly, like, look at you!" the girl next to the jock snickers as they walk away.
suddenly, i felt someone pick up the book and place it on the table, and sit with me. i look up to see a boy with green eyes and crazy brownish blonde hair that looks like he just dyes it so technically it was dirty blonde. i haven't seen him around before. he must be new.
"i-is it okay if i sit with y-you?" he stutters, smiling slightly. i smile a bit and nod, "are you new?" i shyly ask, he shakes his head, "i've been here for two years." he chuckles and i blush in embarrassment, "sorry." i say.
"it's alright, i'm a loner too anyway." he says and i nod. "y-you know, you shouldn't listen to them. i think you're beautiful." he stammers. i smile, "thank you." i say, blushing.
"w-what's your name?" he asks. "my name's patricia smith. what about you?" i ask.
"my name's michael clifford, and i'm a loner." he says proudly.
"that makes two of us." i grin.
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chapters are short on purpose lmao ALSO DID YOU NOTICE THAT MICHAELS HAIR COLOR HERE IS DIFFERENT YES PLS BEAR WITH ME ITS NOT MY FAULT HE DYES HIS HAIR ALMOST EVERY DAMN MONTH PCE
