3rd chapter. Improving!

Patricia's P.O.V.

"Sparks." We chorused.

There was an awkward silence. I looked at the ground and instantly got interested with my sandals.

"What are you looking at?" He asked.

"My shoelace."

He looked at my sandals and said, "Shoelace? You're wearing Havaianas."

Uh-oh. Why do I have to be so dumb when it comes to these kind of things?

"Oh. I mean my flipflops."

"Oh sure."

Awkward silence again. And because I can't stand the loud silence (that's killing me slowly), I ran back to the house, leaving him alone.

Jerome's P.O.V.

My eyes followed Patricia. She ran back to the house. I never thought that she'd handle the silence like that. But something is bothering me. I think I have feelings for her. I think I like her.

Oh wait. I should stop it. We're just friends, what am I saying? I got my cellphone from my pocket and texted Nina.

Is Patricia there? Don't tell her that I asked.

The reply was sent quickly.

Yes. Upstairs. She said something about tweeting and stuff. Why?

I replied, "Thanks Martin."

And her reply was, "You're very welcome, Clarke. "

I put my cellphone back to my pocket and slowly walked back to the house. When I was in front of the door, I turned the knob and got inside. I went upstairs and immediately entered her room.

"Hello there, Patricia. Long time no see." I made my voice as casual as ever.

She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. "Oh hello Jerome. Yeah. I will not see you for long time if you don't get out of here."

"C'mon Trixie, why you got to be so mean?" I laughed.

"I will be if you don't stop doing that."

"What?" I asked.

"Flirting with me."

"Sorry to disappoint you but it's not flirting. It's being friendly."

"And I'm so sorry for not knowing the difference. Tell Mr. Sweet or any teacher in our school that I should fail the subject he or she is teaching us. Thanks in advance." She said sarcastically.

"What if I don't want to?"

"It's going to be a proof that you're stubborn."

"Nope. It's just a proof that I should have a halo above my head." I smiled sweetly.

She pressed the spacebar and a Taylor Swift song was playing.

"Oh sure Mister. You're stubborn. You're mean. All you think about is joke. When are you going to grow up? Stop being so immature." She was mad. That's for sure.

You can't take me down

With just one single blow

Cause you don't know

What you don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big old city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday I'll be big enough

So you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

"Funny. The song fits your personality. You don't know me." And for sure, I'm starting to get mad too.

"Oh sure Jerome. Sure thing." She was staring at me and I stared back.

All you are is mean

All you are is mean

And a liar

And pathetic

And alone in life

And mean

And mean

And mean

And mean

And mean

"Funnily enough, that part fits you so much. I'm congratulating you for being recognized by Taylor Alison Swift." And she said the magic words. That truly made me smirked. "What?" She asked.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about something. And you know what? You're right. I'm mean." I smirked and left the room.

[A/N] Okay guys. That's it for this day. I'm kinda sleepy and we still have a practice tomorrow at exactly 7am. Night! EdselphaLocando