Patrick
April 16th
"You!" I shout walking up to Pete, "You can't just fucking do that!"
He looks at me confused, slamming his locker shut. "What?"
"You, piss head, don't you remember??" I scream.
People start looking at us, and he tries to quiet me down.
"Patrick, you're causing sce-"
"I DONT CARE!!"
He looks around again, "okay, shithead." He mutters.
He grabs me by my jacket and pulls me down the hallway, and I kick and shove, but he won't let go.
"Assface, would you quite it?" He mumbles.
Eventually he pushing me into the bathroom and locks the door.
"What the hell could I have possibly done to piss you off this much??"
"You got drunk, idiot! With Bryar last night! You can't do that! This isn't how to mend the pain, dumbass, alright?!" I shout.
"How...how do you-"
"Cause you called me." I state.
"Oh." He mumbles.
I frown, "Pete, you can't do that ever again. You scared me! I thought you were gonna run off and...I don't know...do something you'd regret."
He frowns as well, "I'm sorry..."
"No, it's..." I sigh, "I just don't want Travie's death to make you...do stuff like drink."
"I won't." He kisses my forehead.
There's a sudden unsteadiness in his eyes, but I don't focus on that.
———
"What's up, art hoe?" Dallon puts his stuff down on our table.
"Nothing much, Gaylord." Gerard responds.
"Why...?" I mutter.
They laugh, "I don't know." Dallon smiles lightly.
There's a silence.
"Are you and Pete an item?" Gerard blurts out, looking at me.
Dallon tilts his head towards me, "wait, what?"
I freeze up, "Ugh, well sort of—not really, but, like, um-"
"Okay, so you do couple-ish things but it's never been said that you're together?" Gerard asks.
I breathe out heavy, choking a bit, "Yeah...I guess so."
"Knew it." Gerard speaks softly.
I laugh nervously, "Yeah..."
After class ends I pull Pete aside near his locker.
"Patrick, sweetie, I told you I wasn't gonna drink-"
"No, it's not that." I mutter.
His expression changes to a bit worried, "what's up then?"
"Are we..." i motion my hands.
They lock together like I'm folding my hands, and he tilts his head.
"Fucking?"
My face beams red, "NO!"
