Sick Little Games

Rated for mentions of self harm, attempted suicide, and other things.

Eddie planned to embrace his first day of freedom. He had plans to hang out with his friends. His mom has grounded him a week ago for being rude Patricia, he had been told to apologize but he couldn't find Patricia and was unable to apologize. His mom had also grounded him. He didn't actually understand why his mom was so upset with him, after all Patricia had thrown milk in his face. He checked his phone again, he and his friends were supposed to meet at the beach in about 15 minutes. He ate his pancakes quickly. Once his plate was cleared he put it in the dishwasher, and made his way to the door. Shoving a pair of shoes on and exiting the house quickly. It was only a ten minute walk. He focused on his phone. His friends asking him when he'd get there and all that jazz.

**o**

Patricia glared at Helen. Her aunt decided to drag her to the beach. Why did her aunt even think that was a good idea? Patricia was in an oversized purple plaid long sleeve shirt, she had left it unbuttoned and wore a black tank top underneath, and black shorts. She wasn't going to take the plaid shirt off, no matter how hot she got. She hadn't even revealed her scars to her aunt. She wore long sleeves anytime she would go downstairs. She didn't plan on changing any of that today. She situated a pair of sunglasses over her eyes and stared out at the people enjoying the water. She secretly hoped one day she could be one of those people. Not afraid to show her scars. Her aunt didn't say anything, just sat in the sun beside Patricia her nose in a book. Patricia would've rather been back at the house, avoiding the world. Trying to get in touch with her friends from school, who at this point they were all ignoring her.

**o**

"It's so nice to be free once more," Eddie smirked joining up with his friends.

"I've missed you so much babe," his girlfriend Stella spoke, immediately sticking to him like glue. He rolled his eyes. Stella was nice and hot, but she really wasn't his type. In fact she annoyed him most days.

"What your mom did was totally unfair. Weird girl throws milk at you and you got in trouble," his friend Zack complained.

"I'm free now, thank god."

"Did you know that weird girl is here," Stella's friend Macy exclaimed.

"Oh is she," Eddie questioned raising an eyebrow. He really had taken an interest in her.

"Yeah she's wearing long sleeves and shorts again. She looks really stupid, and she's wearing a tank top under her long sleeve shirt. I don't understand. I think that's why she got sent away, she obviously has no fashion taste," Macy babbled on.

"Can it Mace," Alex spat. He hated Eddie for the additions of Macy and Stella to their little groups. Macy wasn't bad until she talked, then she wouldn't shut up. Stella though, none of there friends understood it. She was hot and all, but she was clearly not Eddie's type. She was fake.

"My mom still wants me to apologize. Maybe I should do that now, before Yacker goes back into hiding," he teased. He was mostly lying, there was something about this girl. He wanted to see her again. He had acted like he didn't actually care, and that he didn't want to apologize to her, but he really did care. He was curious about her. She was strange. Shy but outspoken. He wanted to get to know her, but at the same time he didn't. She could ruin his reputation couldn't she? This weird girl from the U.K.

"Can't you just tell your mom you already did, and just not," Stella whined. She didn't want him going to talk to this girl. Stella wouldn't admit it, but she was actually kinda of pretty.

"No. My mom knows when I lie. She's scary that way," he sighed.

"You're on your own then," Zack teased.

"Fine. I'll be back in a few," he said well attempting to shake himself from Stella's grip. Damn she was clingy.

Eddie found Patricia right away, it wasn't hard to miss the only girl in long sleeves at the beach. The rest were either in tank tops or swim suits, so she was in a league of her own. He was thankful she was alone.

"Hey Yacker," he spoke well strutting closer to her.

"What do you want weasel," she snarled. She preferred him to keep his distance. The stupid boy with his soul staring eyes. Her mind had been lost in thoughts of him for the past few days.

"Look Patricia. I'm trying to be serious here."

"Oh like you can actually be serious?"

"Yacker."

"I thought you were trying to be serious."

"Oh my god. Why do you make things so difficult," he spat. He wasn't sure why he was even bothering. It was clear she was having none of it.

"Look I just want to apologize for calling you fat, it's clear you're not," he said gesturing awkwardly to her tank top. His eyes met hers to receive a death glare. He appeared to be digging a deeper hole instead of filling the one he had already dug.

"Is that it," she snapped. She wanted him to go away.

"I'll go away, but why do you wear long sleeves. You're at a beach for Pete's sake. You look really stupid."

"I have my reasons, and it's none of your goddamn business," she said standing up quickly.

"I'm just wondering that's all."

"You know what. Tell my aunt I went home," she snapped. Making her way away from Eddie and back towards the direction of her Aunt's house. Eddie ran a hand through his gelled hair. Something about the sleeves. He had no clue what it was, but he was all the more determined to find out.

"Where'd she run off to," Eddie glanced over to see Miss Edwards standing before him a water bottle in hand.

"She got mad and went home."

"What did you do now," she murmured.

"I asked her about the long sleeves."

"She has her reasons Eddie. I'm sure if you tried to get to know her you'd find out. You just need to dig deeper."

"Thanks Ms. Edwards, can you tell her I really am sorry."

"It's your apology, I'm not going to let you pass it on through me."

"Fine," he grumbled walking back to his friends. He'd try again tomorrow. He could always just walk next door to talk to Patricia. Miss Edwards' words echoed, the words about digging deeper. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would try again.

About updates, first of all I do have up to chapter 8 written, but no you're getting an update a week. I need a week to proofread and get other chapters prewritten. I also do weekly updates on Time Is Love. I do weekly and have so many things prewritten so if I do hit a block or burn out, I can keep updating without needing to worry.

Like I probably in the past 10 days have written 20k words, between this, Time Is Love and other works in progress? I mean come on... You're promised weekly, and its not random when I feel like it, which I could be doing.

Lastly don't plan on an update the 25th. I'm going to Chicago that weekend and unless I really get writing during the week I probably won't write that weekend.