A/N

Hay guys. I hope you enjoy chapter 6. I just wanted to say that Sick Puppies is a real band, and I Hate You is a real song by them. Also, I don't know if Eddie really has a car or not, but I thought it seemed fitting in this story that he did.

I was shocked, jealous, and angry. Patricia liking Jerome was total BS. It had to be. She was supposed to like me! My jaw clenched as I watched them drive away in a cab. This was so stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. There were just so many reasons why Patricia should like me more than Jerome.

I was way better looking.

I was in love with her.

I had a car.

I was way better looking.

Her and Jerome looked awful together.

The list just went on and on, but it was too much to think about right then. So I just stormed into my room, sat down, and began blaring Sick Puppies in my headphones. A few minutes into I Hate You, (during which I thought about Jerome) Fabian walked in. I watched his mouth move as he looked at me. Fabian either said hello, asked me a question, or told me something important. I'd gotten god at reading him. It was necessary, because why would I wanna take off my headphones just to hear Fabian's greeting?

He was asking me a question right now. That was on my list of unimportant things: Fabian's questions. I could tell he was asking me a question because of the way he stood. If he was asking me something, his mouth would just keep moving. If he was telling me something important, his eyes would bug out and he would start making hand gestures. Then by the time I got rid of my headphones, he'd be stuttering his ass off while trying to tell me the news. (One of the reasons why I still called him Stutter-Rutter)

His mouth kept moving. I could tell he was getting annoyed at the fact that I wasn't answering him. Usually when I didn't answer, Fabian would just roll his eyes and walk away. But he seemed persistent this time, so I finally took off my headphones.

"What is it?" I sighed, annoyed.

"You know Patricia's going on a date with Jerome?" he asked. I face-palmed before answering.

"Yes, I'm well aware about their date."

"You are?" Fabian asked.

I nodded. "I saw them leave a few minutes ago."

"Oh," Fabian said, making a face.

"What's that look for?" I asked, confused.

"It's just-your Eddie. I'm surprised you haven't done anything about it," Fabian laughed. "I guess I was just thinking of last year when you guys used to prank each other all the time."

I took the pillow I was leaning on, and slammed it down on my bed.

"Oh I have, gotten boring! Haven't I?!" I said angrily.

"Boring?" Fabian said. "No, not boring. What are you talking about?"

"It's just-I've changed so much sense last year, you know?" I said.

Fabian shrugged. "I guess. I mean you've definitely gotten more..." He trailed off.

"More what...?" I questioned.

"I don't know. Mature?" Fabian answered.

"Aww damn it!" I said, punching my pillow.

"What?" Fabian asked.

"Mature is just a word to describe boring people!" I answered.

"Eddie, I'm mature!" Fabian said. "And do you think I'm boring?"

My eyes widened in horror. I was turning into Fabian! No wonder Patricia didn't like me!

"This is bad. Oh God, this is real bad," I muttered.

"What?" Fabian asked. "What's bad?"

"I'm turning into you!" I shrieked.

"How is that ba-"

"I gotta go fix it! Do you think I should fix it?" I asked him urgently.

"Well, I don't really know what you're talking about, but it's always good to fix something if it can be fixed!" Fabian answered with a nerdy smile.

"Okay. So I'm gonna go to the movies and follow Jerry and Patricia on their date!" I announced.

"Wait, how is that fixing anythi-"

"Bye Fabian!" I jumped up from my bed and grabbed my new leather jacket. "Thanks for the advice!" Then I was running down the hallway, and out the door to my car.

"What advice?!" I heard Fabian call after me. But that question was unimportant.

After speeding down to the movie theater to catch Jerome and Patricia, I pulled into an empty parking space. Then I got out of my car, and jogged into the movie theater. I looked around-my eyes wide-for Patricia. I saw her look at me at the last second, and dove behind a trash can. The dude who was currently getting rid of an empty soda bottle gave me a weird look.

"Do you not wanna see the girl who's walking over here right now?" he asked me.

I nodded frantically in response. "She's...kinda my ex-girlfriend..."

He nodded, understanding. "Got ya covered, bro."

"Thanks," I said.

The guy then walked up real close to Patricia, and whispered in her ear as he grabbed her ass. I raised my eyebrows as Patricia pushed him away roughly, and stormed off. The guy turned around and smiled, giving me the thumbs up. I smiled and ran over to him as Patricia disappeared around the corner with Jerome.

"Ah thanks man. That was great." He nodded and half smiled as I shook his hand.

"No problem..."

"Eddie," I said.

He nodded. "Matt. Hey we should hang out some time. Get a drink, complain about our ex-bitches?"

"Uhh, maybe. If you know a place minors can get alcohol," I joked.

"In a few years then?" Matt laughed.

I nodded. "Definitely."

"All right. I'll see ya," he said.

"See ya." I waved curtly and walked away. "What. A. Dick," I murmured. How dare he touch Patricia. I mean I knew he was trying to help me out and all, but he didn't need to touch my girlfriend! Well, my future/ex-girlfriend. If that makes any sense.

I jogged farther into the movie theater, and I just caught a glimpse of Jerome's blonde mop before he walked into theater number seven. Without thinking, I began to follow him. As I got near the entrance, a girl with strawberry blonde hair stepped in front of the entrance to stop me.

"Ticket?" she asked.

"Oh-uhh..." I hadn't bought a ticket.

"Do you have one?" she asked. I gave her a quick once-over. She was cute. She seemed easy to flirt with. English girls always seemed to love my American accent.

"Sorry, I don't have one..." I moved closer to her, half-smiling.

She put her hand on my chest and said, "Then why don't you buy one?" That made me feel like an idiot. Why had I thought to flirt with her before I even bought a ticket. I mean, sure, I'd snuck into movies before, but I'd already drawn too much attention to myself by trying to rush in like that.

Might as well just buy one...

"Okay, uh, one for-whatever this is," I said, gesturing with my head to theater. She raised an eyebrow at me, but took the ten I'd given her, and exchanged it for a ticket.

"Thanks a bunch," I murmured, and then I made my way into the theater.

I quickly walked around back to get a better view of the people. It was dark, and it looked like the movie had started already. After one walked around the theater though, I recognized the outline of Jerome's hair, and then my eyes confirmed it was him when I looked on from the side, and saw Patricia's face.

I sat down right behind them, and waited. I didn't know exactly what I was waiting for. I just knew that I didn't want them to know I was watching them. About a half hour into the movie, Patricia awkwardly put her head on Jerome's shoulder. I clenched my fists, struggling to keep myself under control-meaning to stay unnoticed.

Jerome shifted stiffly, and Patricia quickly pulled away from him. I smirked. They stayed sitting without touching for another fifteen minutes. Jerome reached his boney fingers into the large popcorn him and Patricia were sharing, and Patricia quickly reached her hand in as well. What was she doing? She didn't really like him...did she?

When their hands touched, Jerome quickly pulled his away. It was a quiet part in the movie, so I could here Patricia sigh angrily. That's when Jerome began to stretch his arm up, about to put it around Patricia's shoulders.

I leaned forward slowly and whispered, "Don't. You. Dare."

"What the hell?!" Jerome jumped up in surprise, and popcorn flew everywhere. People around turned to look at us, their expressions angry. That included Patricia.

"Eddie?!" she said in disbelief, squinting in the dark light of the movie theater.

"Uhh...nope!" I lied feebly. "No Eddie here!"

"You little Weasel!" Patricia snapped. Then she took her soda and dumped it on me before I could react. I shook my wildly, splattering soda on her.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" I yelled, totally rage-quitting.

"YOU KNOW WHAT IT WAS FOR!" Patricia yelled back. "WHY'D YOU FOLLOW ME HERE?!"

"UHH-I DON'T KNOW-MAYBE BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU?!" I was still yelling as security entered the theater with flashlights, asking what was going on. That didn't make me take my eyes away from Patricia though, meaning I didn't miss that surprised look on her face when I told her I cared about her.

"You...care about me?" she asked quietly. As she spoke, all the yelling and bright lights faded into one big noisy blur. Until a security guard grabbed the scruff of my shirt, and hauled me out of the theater, along with Patricia and Jerome.

"Was anyone hurt?" One of them asked when the three of us were out of the theater. We all shook out heads.

The cop nodded as another one spoke. "Then we don't even wanna know what happened, just get out of this theater right now." We nodded again and walked outside.

Jerome and Patricia turned to look at me, Jerome's eyebrows raised, and Patricia's arms crossed.

"I can explain-" I began.

"There's no need to," Jerome interrupted. "You obviously still have feelings for Trixie."

"Well, I-"

"Save it, Eddie," Patricia said rolling her eyes. Then she turned to Jerome. "Let's just go."

And so they went.

A/N

In case you were wondering wether Patricia likes Jerome or not, the answer is that she doesn't. She was just trying to make herself like him by flirting with him. She did this because she wanted to get over Eddie. It didn't work, as you can probably tell.

~emwood ;)