Wait, I'm Sorry: Patrick Huston

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"Why would you? You've known them all longer than you've known me, you're more yourself when you're around them..." I shrugged.

"You know why? Because I wanna impress you. I don't wanna seem like a kid that needs to be taken care of. Yes, I'm more myself around them, but I'll warm up to you and you'll warm up to me. And I don't know why you keep pushing me away. If you'd tell me, we'd be able to work it out. Is there someone else? Do you not really like me? All you have to do is fucking elaborate, Cordelia! I'll listen. I'm not a complete douche and I've already agreed that I wouldn't be rude about anything! I care about you but I can't do anything if you don't talk to me about what's going on with you. I want you to explain what you think we should do. I want you to explain how you feel. I want you to just let everything out and just say everything on your mind!" Patrick said.

"You wanna know what's going on? Well, I know you've said sorry but words stick, okay? You told me not to smile and I can't help but feel like when I smile, I look ugly! You told me I was fat and that's just made me self conscious! You told me I'm short and I don't know what I'm supposed to do to fix that! You told me you hate my name and I don't know what to do about that! You told me I suck at singing and that's basically my whole fucking career! You may have said sorry, and I may have forgiven you, but everything you said is still there, Patrick! So don't even be fucking surprised if I'm holding something back!" I let out and there was silence between us. Patrick immediately walked out and I broke down crying. Jake walked in to find me leaning against a wall and bawling my head off.

"Cordy, what's wrong?" Jake ran to my side.

"P-P-Patrick," I let out.

"What did he do?" Jake was completely serious and I tried to explain, but nothing came out. Jake handed me a box of tissues and squatted in front of me. "Take a few deep breaths." I did and calmed down, wiping my eyes. "Now tell me what Patrick did."

"Remember how I said there was drama between Patrick and me?" I asked and he nodded. "It was during then. So when you first took me to the hype house, I met Patrick and he told me he didn't like my name. Then he kept insulting me every chance he could. He told me I was short, I was fat, I sucked at singing, told me I shouldn't smile... And he apologized, yeah. But the words still stuck with me and he just now asked why I was so distant from him. He went on a full rant about how he would be able to fix things and said he'd listen if I explained to him about why I was distant. After I explained, he did none of that. He just walked out. And I just feel worse. All that time I had sucked it up and didn't tell anyone about what he was saying to me. I thought he'd stop and he did. But I feel like I'm the problem for everything and I still feel self conscious about everything he's said," I ended up crying again. Jake quickly walked out of the room and I didn't stop him.

Patrick POV

(A/N I don't usually do POVs)

I got back and I was upset. I didn't know if I was uspest ith myself or at Cordy. Why should I be upset with her? Oh, right. Because she doesn't tell me how she feels about anything. But I was upset with myself because I just left her there. I went to the kitchen and everyone waved at me. The front door suddenly slammed open and Jake walked into the kitchen.

"You make me fucking sick!" He yelled at me. Shit. "You first go around telling my sister everything that would make her insecure! My fucking sister! And you think it's perfectly fine! Who the fuck are you to tell her anything? When anyone wants your damn opinion on them, they'll fucking ask for it! You ranted about how you'd listen to her and how you wanted her to list her problems! But you never stayed to help make her feel better! You walked out and left her there! You left her crying on the floor of her room! You! I want you to fucking apologize and make everything right with her. Because all you've done is make her insecure and hate herself!"

"You did what?" Bryce asked me.

"I already said sorry for those thing. And she forgave me," I shrugged casually and everyone was staring now.

"When I want you to talk, I'm fucking ask! That's my little sister right there. And I will do everything in my power to beat the living shit out of you! If you think you're so high and mighty, you can go fuck yourself!" Jake yelled and that's when he punched me in the face. I felt a pain in my jaw and held it. Everyone pulled Jake back and he stormed out of the house.

"If you think he's done with you, I'm still here," Bryce stalked up to me.

"Get out of my face," I ordered.

"Wat was that, shorty? I can't hear you from up here!" Bryce said and I pushed him back, but he stepped closer again. "Cordelia may be my ex, but she's one of my best friends! Yeah, she's Jake's sister, but she's like a sister to me! You better fucking apologize to her and I want her to tell me that everything is okay now! Because you don't get to make her feel how you do!"

"How do I feel? Tell me!" I hissed.

"Like the little shit you are." That's when Bryce punched me in the face and everything went completely black.