Chasing Cobie Anderson

Chapter 2

Patric Irene: Sarcastic, Loud, Charming Smart and Adorable at its finest.

My Love/Hate relationship with him was very confusing to most but Fern has learnt to live with it. At least i think she has. I mean...she's never really complained about it.

Anyway,

I've known Pat for...5 years almost. We didn't really start talking until junior year of middle school (i was 13). He was my Science partner for a project on Igneous Rocks.

In the end he ended up doing all the work and i put my name on it. That's when i got my very first nick name; Slacker. It was very original i know. So now every time i hear someone yell out to me 'Hey slacker!' My brain automatically processes it to being Pat.

Roughly about 2 months after that he asked me out and i said yes. We hugged and held hands and constantly went out to see movies, typical middle school relationship really. Except we never officially broke up. Then he left half way through that very same year (year 8) without even a goodbye. I was upset yes but i tried not to show it at school. The next day i found a note tied to my little blue locker.

Slacker,

Don't worry, i'll be back. Wait for me.

Patric~

And to this day, i've never looked at any boy the same way.

I turned my head to look at him. Same old Pat as always, his stupid ass skinny-jeans and his forever lasting array of blue shirts. I don't think i've ever seen him wear a different colored shirt, ever.

"Howdy Pat" i say and get up from my chair. My smile wavers as i see that he had grown much taller but i quickly recovered. "Gotten taller i see"

"Come on Slacker, just admit you missed me" he replies. "I know i definitely missed you" he grabs hold of my arms and pulls me forward.

"Nah, i haven't missed you one bit since you left me without a good bye 2 and a half years ago" i fake a smile and push him away from me. But we both knew that was everything but true. I missed him more than the moon would miss the sun if it exploded.

After a short pause, i straightened up and all this sass that had built up inside me flew out and it was all directed at poor Patric, who looked hurt and rejected.

"Thanks to you leaving" I pushed my index finger to his chest, "i had to endure Fern over here constantly setting up blind dates for me" I state with a bit of an attitude.

"Really?" I could see his face paling now and Fern nodding her head in my peripheral vision

"Yes really" hissing i continued "and by constantly i mean every frickle fracking weekend. All because i was too upset to go out with anyone else because of who?"

Oh crap my headache is back.

"Me?" Patric answers shamefully in the form of a question. He knew the answer was yes. I knew the answer was yes. GOSH Obama knows the answer is yes!

"and another thi-"

"COOOOBIE YOU BITCH" oh shit, i forgot to hide from Wren.

And just when i was about to scare Patric's pants off.

It was like them scenes in movies, where everyone stops everything that they are doing and just stares. It was so quiet that the only sound you could hear was Wren huffing and puffing angrily. Her face almost matched the colour of her hair, that was how red it was.

and then she started.

The yelling, the screaming, the rant of how much of a bitch i am and how she got lost because of me.