Patrice's POV
I can't stop shaking, so we decide to go home. We start to walk. "D-do you guys want to come over for a little?" I say. "I can't my mom wants me to do some stuff and I have to finish homework." Archie says. "Ill come." Evan says. I smile and we keep walking. We drop Archie off at his house. We get to my house. There's a sticky note on the door. "Patrice, Just in case you forgot I left for my 3 day business trip. Make sure you set the alarm, and you know the neighbors numbers. Love, Mom." I read the note out loud. I look at Evan. "Want to stay the night?" "I don't have stuff." he says. "Let's go to your house then you live next door." I say. We push open the door. No one is home. He runs upstairs to grab some stuff and is back down in 5 minutes with clothes and his school stuff. We walk back to my house. "Lets watch a movie. " I say. He picks The Purge. My eyes widen. "Why do I even have that movie!" I say. "You don't, I brought it." he says smirking. He knows I hate scary movies but he likes watching them with me. I don't mind if I'm watching them with him. "Fine." he puts it in and sits next to me, placing his arm around me. I snuggle up to him. I start to get really scared so I close my eyes, when I feel him stroking my hair and his soft lips kissing my forehead. I instantly feel better but pretend to be scared some more. 😏 I grab the blanket from the end of the couch and lie down with my head on Evans lap. I yawn and start to fall asleep. He bends down to kiss me. "I'm so glad you didn't get hurt." he whispers but I barely hear it because I'm asleep.
(Next morning)
Evans POV
I wake up. I check the clock. It's 7:30. might as well get up now, Ill wake up Patrice in 10 minutes. I go to the bathroom to get changed. I throw on a red T-shirt and some black jeans and red converse. I hear Patrice wake up and go upstairs. I go sit on the couch and she comes down wearing a black and white striped shirt, red denim shorts, and black combat boots. "Ready?"she asks. I nod and we walk to school.
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Patrice's POV
We get to school and Evan goes upstairs to his locker and I stay on the main floor to go to mine. I smile all the way there because I feel like everything's going my way and it's going to be my year. Wrong. I immediately stop smiling when I get to my locker. Words are spray painted all over it. words like bitch, whore, slut, hobbit, get a life, skank, and many more. I feel myself start to tear up, when I hear a group of girls laughing behind me. Of course it would be Lucy. She Kendra, Cassie, Molly, and Charlotte are all laughing at me. Brett and his gang come down the hall. Great more people. "Guys just stop!" I hear a male voice say, and it's not Evan. Brett. everyone goes dead silent. "Just shut up! stop laughing! I'd be willing to bet this was Lucy's idea!" he says. Lucy take 2 steps foreward. I glance away and see Evan in the distance. He gives me a questioning look and I give him a "just hang on I got this Ill tell you in a second" look and he understands and stays put but still watches. "What?" she asks in a evil voice. "Lucy we all know this was you! Just stop being such a bitch to everyone!" Brett says. She looks aghast. "Brett! Since when do you suddenly care about what she feels like!" Lucy says. "Since I realized that she's a genuine person and has soul, unlike you, my ex-girlfriend!" He says.Everyone gasps. "W-what?" Lucy says, her voice shaking. "You heard me. Now get out of here. Eddie go find something to clean with out of a janitors closet." Brett says. All the girls leave with a crying Lucy. Evan then comes down the hall. "Are you okay?" he says. I sake my head and he sets down his stuff and hugs me. I hug back. We pull apart, and I see all of Brett's friends scrubbing the words off my locker, but they're always going to be there, just not visibly.
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The Boy Next Door
Teen FictionEvan Goldman and Patrice Parker have been dating for 1 year now. Why does everyone think 13 is to young to fall in love? No one ever said it was easy, even for some 8th graders.