Bowers gang preferences

some kind of wonderful pt. 2

*Hailey's POV*

Four months, Three days, and Patrick was still procrastinating about asking me out. What could be taking him so long? What was all the hold up? His lag definitely made me curious about what was going on inside his head.

Sitting in the brisk Autumn breeze made me zone out into a world of fantasy. I had my half-eaten lunch laying in front of me, forgotten; almost just like how Patrick had forgotten me. Sure he still hung out around me with the gang- which I was now apart of-, but it just didn't seem . . . right. 

A metal clang snapped me out of my fantasy, and made me look up to the racket. My best friend Gray was sitting down across from me, bundled up in sweaters and scarves.  

"I hate winter with a passion." she says. "The only reason we're not inside eating lunch is because the teachers just want to hang out and smoke."

I nod, taking a regard for my unfinished lunch. "They don't give a shit about our feelings. You're obviously cold-blooded though, I don't feel a thing." And it was true. While she shivered with all those layers on, I sat peacefully without a coat on.

She looks off into the distance behind me, and I turn to follow her gaze. Of course, I smile. 

The whole gang was messing around with one another, throwing their granola bars at each others faces, and tackling each other. Henry tried climbing a tree, but his hand slipped and he fell onto his back. 

Seeing this, Gray snorts. "That looked painful."

I nod. "Should we check on them?"

"Probably."

Standing up was hard on my legs because they were so cold. It was almost like they froze up from the mild breezes.

Walking over, the boys notice us. Belch whistles. Vic blushes. Henry waves from the ground. And Pat . . . well he just stared at the ground Henry was laying on.

Gray helps Henry up with ease. It's almost like she has the strength of a bodybuilder, because we all know he's not light.

"Thanks hot stuff." he says.

Gray rolls her eyes. She's still holding a grudge about the whole Greta thing.

I look over at Patrick, who is now looking at the sky. He's looking at everything but me. Gray notices his unfamiliar flirting has ceased, and looks back and forth between us. She does this for about a minute, and gets big eyes once she figures out what's going on.

Her mouth starts to open, but I drag her back to our table. "See you guys! We uh- have study hall!" I yell behind my back. 

"Study hall??" Gray asks

"I don't know . . . I was just trying to make up an excuse befor-"

"Before I figured out that you like Patrick, and he's purposely ignoring you." she blurted out.

"Damn you for being smart."

"ha.ha"

*time skip*

After school Gray and I went back to my place to discuss what we were doing for a major upcoming event . . . prom.

"I'm just going for fun but I'm still going try to look nice." Gray says while doing her homework.

"You should ask Victorrr!" I shriek teasingly.

She throws her pencil at me. "No thanks chicka,"

"What it's not like you're going to ask Henry . . . you're still mad at him."

Rolling her eyes, she puts her focus back down on her paper. "~yOu ShOuLd AsK pAtRiCk~"