What A Catch, Pete. // l.l

Part 4

Two updates in one day?

Damn, I'm on a roll.

I have no clue where I'm going with this story, so I might stop? I have no clue.

Thanks for 100 reads, guys! You all rock.

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Patrick's POV

"Ow, shit." I mumbled, a hiss slipping out of my mouth. Goddamn rubbing alcohol, someone remind me to never use it on my own accord.

"Ugh, I'm sorry. But, anyways, you were saying?" Mystery boy asked, raising his eyebrows as he continued to dab at my face. I had begun telling him about my shitty life, when I was rudely interrupted only a few words in by my own girly squeaks of pain. Embarrassing, right?

"Shitty school life, and raging alcoholic, and homophobic father waiting for me when I got home equals bashed in face, and me trying to throw myself over a bridge. So basically, the principal called because I got in this massive fight at school - I lost, of course, and they called my dad. He wasn't happy." I stated, relief washing over me when mystery boy tossed the blood stained cotton ball into the trash can, placing the bottle back in its original place as well.

"Well, damn. I'm sorry. What's your name, kid?" He asked, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, making him look like some sort of tan god.

"S'not your fault, don't apologize for something you didn't do." Sighing, I continued, twiddling my thumbs in my lap as I spoke. "Patrick Stump. What's yours?" I questioned back, trying to keep my voice steady.

"My name's Pete Wentz." Not-so-mystery boy said, a grin nearly taking up his whole face. And I'll be damned, it was sexy as fuck. "And kid, there ain't no way I'm letting you go home to that man now, you can stay here for a while."

Even though I didn't know this Pete guy well, I found myself nodding, a grateful smile on my face.

I intended to get to know him better.

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whoooohoooooo.

sorry my chapters are so short, it's just really late here and I'm kind of tired.

vote and comment? I could use some friendly critique : ))

Till next time.