So this is Drmiracle and my new co-write! I'm EXTREMELY excited for this, as is Drmiracle. She wrote this chapter, as a matter of fact! So read on and tell us what you think! (:
Patricia POV
I sat in a diner, waiting for my boyfriend. I had a lot on my mind. There was so much crap in my life that went to my head, leaving me to think about it later on. How was I, Patricia Williamson, supposed to cope with this? Rebel as I am, this was scaring me. I was only 17, my birthday months away, and my parents wanted me to, and I quote, deal with it. How was I gonna deal with their divorce? This was their job. I, nor my sister, was not to deal with this.
My thoughts were interrupted by a sneak attack hug.
"You called?" It was a male voice. One I recognized.
"I need you," I sighed, hugging him tight.
"What happened?" He was confused.
"Nate," I said, gaining sanity. "Please, just hold me."
He followed my orders willingly. He wrapped his warm arms around me. His warm breathe was blowing on my neck. He was stroking my dark red hair with a free finger, and—don't mock me—I had never felt more safe or happy in that whole week.
I heard rain pounding on the pavement outside. People were squirming to get to shelter, their footsteps sounding on the wet floor.
It was quiet, and it wasn't until we sat that I noticed everyone had left. All but one girl. She sat, playing with her straw. I figured some crazy thing at home had happened and she didn't wanna go home; just like me.
"Two hot chocolates," Nate told the woman at the counter. "One with cinnamon and, whip cream and the other with nutmeg and sugar."
He knew me so well. Better than I did at times.
"And a shot," I said. "I've had a bad day."