Patrick observed the girl beside him with interest. Truth be told he had gotten bored of the students at this school and had been hoping during the summer that some new and more interesting people would come along, and maybe his hope had been answered. The girl beside him had medium dark hair, blue eyes and seemed to be quite petite. He noticed the way she was isolating herself by turning away slightly and creating a barrier with her hair. She gave the general impression of being tough and uncaring but he could see the worry lines on her forehead and the way she held herself suggested that she had been forced to grow up too fast.
When she had spoken to him she had not seemed interested in him at all which was a strange change from people who usually loved his charm. He had noticed the bruise right away and the way she answered was obvious that she hadn't fallen. He connected the maturity and worry lines to the bruises and wondered how her situation at home was. She had been drawing her old house which such fondness that he wondered what had happened for her to move here. He was surprised when she agreed to let him show her around but he figured she probably didn't want to roam the halls alone.
He saw her tense up and turn around when she sensed his gaze studying her.
"What?" she asked irritation clearly sketched on her features.
"Nothing." he replied smoothly but continued staring at her.
"Why are you staring at me?" she asked again clenching her teeth and holding her pencil tighter, all which did not go unnoticed by Patrick.
"There is nothing more interesting to do." he replied again watching how she got even more irritated, he repressed a smile and smirked instead at how easily she got frustrated.
"Well quit it and find something else to do." Teresa said through clenched teeth. Patrick decided to push her a little more just to see how far she would go.
"Any suggestions?" he asked innocently when she turned back to her paper. He saw her tense and turn towards him slowly.
"Why don't you go-" The bell cut off the rest of her statement but Patrick had a good guess as to what she had said. Teresa didn't bother looking at him again; she simply gathered her stuff and left angrily while Patrick's eyes followed her in amusement. Patrick gathered his things and ran to catch up to her in the hall.
"So when would you like your personal tour?" he asked raising his eyebrows.
"Never mind, I changed my mind, I don't need your help." she replied icily and pulled out her schedule to find her next class.
Teresa stared at her schedule and was looking for the class number when suddenly the paper wasn't in her hands anymore. She stared at her hands in shock for a moment before looking up at Patrick casually leaning against the opposite wall of the now empty hallways reading her schedule.
"Hey! You have last period with me." He remarked causally. Teresa saw red for a moment but took a deep breath and decided to try a tactic she tried on her brothers. She walked up to Patrick and held out her hand.
"Patrick, give me back the paper." she said looking straight into his eyes hers unwavering.
"Nope." he replied popping the 'p'.
"Right now Patrick, I'm serious." she said maintaining eye contact.
"As am I,"
"Now Patrick."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
She glanced up at the ceiling in irritation; she heard the bell ring signaling the next class was starting - great, now she was going to be late. She didn't even know what class she had next! She refused to beg so she tried something else.
Teresa walked up to Patrick until she was about a foot away and got ready. She went to punch him in the stomach and grab the paper but instead her fist never connected with his stomach and she found herself pinned against the wall with both hands.
Patrick's face was inches away from hers and she saw his pupils dilate. Her heart sped up slightly and she scolded it and tried to think of a way of escape. He breathed in her face for a moment before smirking.
"Try again." he released her arms and took a step back. She had taken enough of this.
"You know what keep it." she turned on her heel and headed for the stairwell.
"Where are you going?" his voice echoed questioningly in the stairwell.
"None of your business." Patrick looked in the direction she was headed.
"You don't have to go to the office to get a new one, all you have to do is ask for it back." he said smiling charmingly at her back. He saw her stop and turn around, through clenched teeth she muttered,
"Can I have my schedule back please?"
"That didn't sound very sincere." he pretended to pout. She sighed and wondered just how late she was going to be for her next class - whatever it was.
"Patrick, may I PLEASE have my schedule back." she muttered just loud enough for him to hear. He descended the couple of steps that separated them and pretended to ponder it for a moment.
"Well.. that wasn't the BEST apology but here." He dropped the piece of paper in her hand and looked up at her. He didn't even see her hand as she slapped him across the face but boy, did her feel it. He didn't have enough time to retaliate before she was already out the door headed to her next class angrily.
Patrick rubbed his cheek and smiled- she was going the wrong way. Patrick turned and headed towards his next class smiling, this year had gotten a whole lot more interresting.