Here's chapter 7! Thank you so much for the reviews. They really mean a lot! :]

Xoxo,

~Charlotte

*Patrice's POV*

I ran home with tears in my eyes. How could he do this to me? I know he's been a jerk before, but I really thought he had changed. But i guess not. I kept trying to tell myself that Brianna had moved in on him and forced him into the kiss, but even if that was true, I could clearly see that Evan was making no effort to stop her. And that really hurt.

When I got home, I slammed the front door and collapsed right there in the hallway. I couldn't stop crying. I felt like I was being a little too dramatic, but I couldn't help it. The last conversation I had with Evan was about how horrible Brianna was. It made no sense how, after all that, he went and kissed her!

"Patrice?" I heard my mom say as she rushed over to me. "Patrice, honey, what's wrong?" She knelt next to me and rubbed my back. I lifted my head off the ground.

"I-I," I sobbed, "I h-hate her, mom! I h-hate her!" then I dropped my head back onto the floor.

"Patrice! You don't hate anyone!"

"Y-yes I do!" I said, this time not bothering to lift my head up.

"Who?"

"Bri-Bri-" I could barely say her name. She disgusted me. "Brianna!" I sobbed harder.

"Oh, you mean that sweet blonde girl? She came by here earlier to ask where Evan lives. Patrice, she's totally innocent!"

I jerked up as fast as I could. "Mom, Y-YOU gave her E-Evan's address?"

"Well, sure, why not?"

I couldn't even answer. I just got up and ran straight my room. Knowing that the incident could have easily been prevented made me feel so much worse.

Later that night, after I had calmed down a little, I went back downstairs and told my mom everything. It was weird talking to her like she was my best friend, but right now she was the only one I had. We spent the rest of the night talking, eating, watching movies... Whatever kept Evan off my mind. I half expected him to burst through the door with some lame excuse, begging for my forgiveness, but he never did. And I actually didn't mind. As dorky as it sounds, I had so much fun hanging out with my mom, that by the end of the night I was barely even thinking about Evan.

The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed and downstairs. My mom was still asleep, so I decided to read the rest of our summer reading book for school. Right when I made myself comfortable on the couch, the doorbell rang. "Oooh!" I thought. "I bet that's the documentary of The Worlds Fair that I ordered!" I immediately jumped up to open the door. But as quickly as I opened it, I shut it again. I leaned my back against the now closed door and rolled my eyes. Evan... Evan, Evan, Evan. Did he really think that he could just show up at my door and I would talk to him? That's hilarious.

Even after I slammed the door in his face, he continued knocking. And shouting things like:

"Patrice, I'm sorry!"

"I have something to say!"

"Please open the door?"

I have to admit, I kind of liked that he was begging to talk to me. But he was really starting to get on my nerves. I opened the door once again.

"Patrice, I-" Evan began a sentence.

"I'm not talking to you!" I interrupted, then slammed the door a second time.

"Fine!" I heard Evan shout from outside. "Then I'll just sit out here and wait until you do!" Wow. He was really getting desperate, wasn't he?

"Yeah, like that's gonna happen!" I yelled back.

"Oh, I thought you weren't talking to me?"

...Oops. I had to think of a quick way to avoid that question.

"And I thought YOU weren't a jerk, but look where we are now!" Snap! Oh, that was a good one. One point for me!

"Patrice, I know I was a jerk! But please, just open the door?" Nope. Not gonna happen, buddy. His constant knocking was getting REALLY annoying though.

"Patrice, who's at the door?" I turned around and saw my mom walking down the stairs toward the door.

"Mom, do NOT open it!" I replied, blocking her path.

"Well why not?"

"Cause there's a creepy stalker boy waiting outside."

"Well, should I call the police?"

"Mom, I would love that. But no, it's just Evan."

"Well alright then," she said. "I have to go to work soon, so I'm going to finish getting ready." she walked back upstairs, and the knocking resumed once more.

"Evan, seriously, stop it!"

"Uhhh... That wasn't me."

"Oh, well... Who was it then?"

"My friend, Jenny," he said sarcastically, "I don't know who it is! Umm, a woman, short, blonde hair, glasses-"

"This is ridiculous," said another voice from outside, "It's Lisa, Patrice! I'm picking your mom up for work, is she ready?"

"Oh, yeah, just a sec... Mom!"

"Coming!" She replied. As my mom went to answer the door, I stopped her again.

"Wait."

"What is it now, Trice? I have to go!"

"How will you get OUT without you-know-who getting IN?"

"Oh Patrice, that's ridiculous! Now move, please!" She walked past me towards the door. As she walked out, I tried to quickly shut the door behind her. But as I pushed the door shut, another force pushed it in the opposite direction and I stumbled backwards.

"Ha!" Evan said as he pushed the door completely open. Dang it! Now he was in my house! Creepy...

"This is illegal, you know! I could call the police on you," I threatened.

"We both know that you would never do that." What. A. Jerk. He knew me too well.

"Whatever, can you please just leave?"

"Not until you forgive me."

"Well you're gonna be here a long time then," I said bitterly.

"Trice, just let me explain what happened!"

"Oh, I saw what happened. Brianna made a move on you, and you didn't stop her because you're not used to pretty girls making moves on you. "

"Patrice, I can expla-"

"No, I get it," I said, "Poor Evan is stuck with the dorky girl, and he's sad about that because he's CLEARLY far superior to everyone else. I mean, look at you! You're even cooler than Brett!" I said sarcastically.

"Patrice, just because I made a mistake doesn't mean you should start tearing me down."

"But that's the thing, Evan! You didn't make A mistake. If you remember what happened last year, you've made THREE mistakes. Three chances to make it right again, and you've messed up every one of them!"

Evan looked miserable... Good.

"Patrice, I really like you, and-"

"Just go."

Evan opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. He walked over to the door, looked back at me, then left. I immediately started crying again. I wanted to be with Evan, but he made way too many "mistakes" that hurt me. It just wasn't really worth it anymore.

After I finished crying, I went into the bathroom and stared into the mirror. I started comparing my appearance with Brianna's. I usually didn't bother with the way I look, but I was beginning to wonder if that's the reason why Zack kissed Brianna. I was hideous compared to the other girls at school. As I stared in the mirror, I picked out all of my imperfections. My lips were too big, my teeth were square, my skin was pale, my hair was flat, and I had those gosh darn freckles all over my nose. And of course, that realization just made me cry more. I felt dizzy and I had no idea what to do. So I pulled out my phone and texted the only girl I knew who would even consider talking to me right now. Charlotte. Even though Charlotte was part of the popular crowd, she was kind of sweet, so she talked to me sometimes.

Me:

Hey Charlotte. I was just wondering if

you could come over to my house for

a few minutes? I live on Plains Drive.

I need to vent about Evan.

Charlotte:

venting? im sooo thre! hld on i'll b

ovr ina few.

A little less than 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

"Oh em gee, I must know everything!" Charlotte said as she walked in. "Oh, and you look like a mess, honey," she added, sitting down on the couch. Wow, she really knew how to cheer a person up, didn't she?

"Well," I said, ignoring her comment and sitting down next to her. "Evan is being the biggest jerk right now."

Charlotte's eyes got wide. "What happened?" She loved any form of gossip. I'm pretty sure that was the only reason she came over, but at least I had someone to talk to.

I told her everything that happened, starting with the day we saw Brianna and Archie at the diner. When I finished, she said, "Wow. So I guess you've been through a lot in these past few weeks!"

"I know, I-"

"Do you have any strawberries?" She interrupted. "I LOVE strawberries!"

"Umm... Sorry, no."

"Darn."

"Anyway..." I continued, giving her the weirdest look. "I think he might have kissed Brianna because she's prettier than me."

"Aww, come on, Patrice, you're..." She looked at me. "Pretty," she spit out, scrunching her face. I raised my eyebrows. Even though Charlotte was being nicer to me than any of the other cheerleaders ever had, she was still just as judgmental . "You just need a little help," she said, crossing her legs.

"Help? Meaning?"

"Help, meaning, a little makeup," she looked me up and down. "And maybe a new wardrobe," she added. "You know, start the school year big!"

"I don't know, Charlotte, I don't want to start acting like the popular girls. That's never really been my thing."

"You won't! We're just gonna improve your outward appearance a little so Evan will come crawling back to you," she said. Then her eyes got wide again, her mouth opened a little, and her whole face lit up. She let out a high-pitched shriek of excitement. "Let's go to the mall!" She squealed.

I hesitated. "Are you sure that's a good-"

"Sure I'm sure! After all, cheerleaders know best!" She said, jumping up.

"Okay, I guess we can-"

"Yay!" She screamed. Did this girl ever let anyone finish a sentence?

"Now, what money do you have? We're gonna need a lot of it..." She looked at me and scrunched up her face again.

"Well my mom gave me a credit card with like $800 on it, but she said it's only for emergencies."

"Honey," Charlotte began, "This is definitely an emergency."

Alright! There's chapter 7. I think it's the longest chapter so far! I hope you liked it! Please review with any comments, suggestions, or critiques. Thanks for reading! :]