"Hey," Patrick came up next to Teresa at her locker, right between second and third period. "How was your night?"
"Fine," she said, actually meaning it. Her father had disappeared sometime during the night, and he hadn't returned as of yet. Tommy hadn't been too much of a pain (he'd practically stayed in his room the entire afternoon- coming out to eat dinner and play video games with James) and it had been a nice afternoon. "Yours?"
"Okay, I guess," he shrugged. "Can I borrow your history homework? Hightoweer'll kill me if I blow it off again. And my mom will kill me if I get another 0 in that class."
Teresa rolled her eyes, dropping a blue binder into her locker and picking up an orange one. "You never do your history homework!"
"It's boring!" He countered. "And you always have the right answers. Please? You can copy mine next time!"
"You won't do yours next time!" She snapped, but pulled the worksheet out of her folder and handed it to him. "Do your homework!"
"I will!" He sang sarcastically, before adding a "Not." Under his breath so that she couldn't hear.
But as a thank you, he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. "Thank you, Teresa. You're the bestest." He let go, sliding the paper into his binder and walking down the hall to his Math classroom.
"Bestest isn't a word," she muttered, but she couldn't hide the faint blush that had started to creep up into her cheeks.
Math
When their teacher wasn't looking, Grace turned around to Patrick's desk, directly behind her. "How were the tryouts yesterday?"
He crinkled his nose and rolled his eyes. "They were... Great," he said sarcastically. "I really hope I made the team."
"Oh, come on. My dad isn't that bad." She smiled.
"He's fine. It's just some of the guys on the team are very... Interesting. Like Craig," he offered. "I think he's wonderful."
Grace's eyes darkened. "Yeah." She abruptly turned around, her bright hair lightly slapping his hair.
"Grace? You okay?"
"Yeah," she said over her shoulder.
So he shrugged and went back to the worksheet they were doing before the teacher caught them talking.
English
"Give me my homework back," Teresa whispered to him when he slid into his seat next to her a few seconds before the late bell rang. Hightower looked up from her desk and pursed her lips, but the teacher didn't say anything.
"Thanks again," he added cheerfully, and she rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on Teresa. You know you loved my hug." She snorted, and her eyes.
"I did not."
"Yes you did," he winked and she threw her head back and laughed.
"Good God," Cho muttered from the other side of Teresa. "Can we stop the flirting?"
At the end of his quiet sentence, a small balled up piece of paper hit the back of Patrick's head. He managed to catch it before it hit the floor, and (after making sure Hightower didn't see him), unballed the paper. And, written in a sparkly blue pen were the words: Party Saturday night at Craig's. You going? -Angie
No, he wrote back simply, and still keeping a careful eye on Hightower, he threw the paper back to Angela. HE wait about thirty seconds before he looked back to gauge her reaction. He smirked, oddly happy with the sour look on her face.
He turned back around and casually rested his arm on the back of Teresa's chair as Hightower started the lesson. She glanced at him, blushing slightly, but his eyes stayed focused on their teacher. And Cho just rolled his eyes,
I wrote this chapter in an adrenaline induced haze, because I got the good news that I might be going to the Vans Warped tour this summer! Sleeping With Sirens, YES! MCR won't be playing there, but what can you do? But yeah, when I get in good moods (like the one I'm in NOW) I always feel like writing.
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