American Beauty, American Psycho

five

Pete POV

I sat waiting for Patrick to walk into the classroom, just watching the door.

After a few minutes he did walk in, along with Hayley. He was wearing an oversized sweater again, this one being black with Nirvana written across the top and the logo underneath. His black boots clicked as he strode down the isle to his desk.

He smiled at me before sitting down, one knee crossed over the other. My heart beat out of my chest every second longer that i looked at him in silence. Class started and went on as usual, but at the end when we were leaving class he slipped a note onto my desk, walking off to his next class and leaving me in confusion.

I looked down to the piece of paper in my hand, unfolding it as i walked.

Hey Pete
I know we've only really known each other for a day but i like you
Could we be boyfriends?
Text me
XO - Patrick

His number was underneath the message.

Shit.

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Patrick POV

Two classes later and im walking to lunch, and he still hasnt texted me.

I mean, maybe he just hasnt been able to? A lot of teachers are strict about phones. But still i have that impending fear that he just doesnt want to be my boyfriend.

I see him standing in the lunch line from across the cafeteria and walk straight towards him, ignoring the stares from the other people and the annoyed glances from the people standing behind him in line.

"Hello," i said smiling as i stood next to him.

"Hey," he responded, lowering his voice as he continued. "These people dont look too happy that you cut ahead of them."

"I guess they really want tacos," i laughed, "but im not getting food. I just wanna wait in line with you."

"Okay," he smiled back at me.

I looked at him anticipating him to mention the note, but he never did. And i was getting a bit frustrated.

When we got back to the table i was about to ask again, but he (finally) spoke first.

"Yes."

"What?"

"Yes, ill be your boyfriend. S-sorry i didnt say anything earlier- its just- there were too many people and ive never had good experiences happen around lots of people."

"Its okay," I said, pulling at my sweater sleeves. "Can you text me so i could have your phone number?"

"Actually..." he paused, "i dont have a phone. Like, at all."

"Oh..." i looked at him. "Why not?"

"My parents wont let me have one... id rather not talk about it right now."

I sighed, leaning over onto his shoulder as he ate, and my other friends sat around the table in their usual spots.

"Why arent you eating, trick?" Ryan asked when he sat down.

"Not hungry."

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Whoops i forgot to post last night