Patricia was wondering the halls. She cut class; french wasn't worth her time. Around the corridor she heard voices and hid. She looked at the people conversing. Eddie and KT. Typical.
They were talking about some key and holding hand. HOLDING hands. Ugh, disgusting. She felt like revealing herself and chewing them out for not being in class but she decided against it. They must have held hands unconsciously or something because once KT realized they were holding hands she blushed and Eddie let go of her hand and rubbed the back of his neck. She could tell he was nervous because of that action. She picked it up while they were dating. KT then whispered something in completely inaudible in Eddie's ear, kissed his cheek and stalked off. Patricia could tell she was blushing. Eddie watched her walk away and waited until he was positive she could see him then smiled.
It then hit Patricia like a wave of cold air, they liked each other. The feeling of jealously and possessiveness shot through her. Patricia suddenly felt she couldn't breathe. She thought she was going to hurl.
Patricia made a B-line for the bathroom. She rested on the counter, threaded her fingers through her sharp red hair, looked at herself in the mirror and inhaled deeply. A pang of guilt surged through her. Half of her believed she had no right what so ever to feel this way because she broke up with him while the other half couldn't help but envy KT.
Either way, this wasn't like the other times she saw them together. Now she felt shattered. Broken. TORN.
R&R please.
Thanks.