The porch lights were still turned on and the TV could still be heard from inside. So, I'm guessing Sam's still awake. I gently knocked on the door, the cold wind drying up my cheeks. In a second the door opened.
"Claire?" Sam stood on the doorway, worry all over her face. "Oh no, love. Are you okay? What happened?" She said hugging me.I didn;t notice Pete inside until he approached me too. I sobbed some more on Sam's jacket staining her jacket.
Sam sat me on the couch as Pete followed. "Tell me what did he do?" Pete said, guessing.
I shook my head. "he didn'tdo anything. It was all my fault."
Sam took a seat on my other side and rubbed my back. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head, wiping away stray tears from my cheeks.
"Want me to talk to him, then?" Pete suggested.
Still I shook my head. "No, but thanks." I said smiling wryly at him. I could feel the horrible knots in my stomach and I wanna hurl. My head is aching and my throat is burning. My chest felt hollow.
"Sam, can I stay here for the night?"I asked after a not so long moment of silence.
"Of course, love. You can." Sam smiled.
"I'll just call my mom to tell her where I am." I said making my way to the telephone.
After making the phone call, I went back to the couch and sat down beside Pete. Sam, who was seated on Pete's other side handed me a pint of vanilla flavored Ice cream, which is my favorite. "Here, It'll make you feel better."
"thanks."
Sam was right. Ice cream made me feel better, but still it wasn't enough to drown thoughts about Patrick.
10:30. Pete went home, much to Sam's objection.
"You girls have to go to school tomorrow." He said getting off the couch.
"And since when didyou care about school?" Sam said pulling the edge of Patrick's hoodie down.
"But, baby, your mom'll be home soon." Pate protested. baby? Eww.
Sam sighed. "Fine. See you tomorrow, then?"She said standing up.
Pete nodded giving Sam a peck which turned into deep kissing. EWWW.
This is unbearable. "Ewww. Still here."
Sam pulled away looking really embarrassed. "Oops, sorry." She said. Pete laughed looking at me embarrassingly. "Bye, Panda." she said.
"Bye, baby." Pete said before closing the door behind him.
"Oh, so these are the "plans"you two have been having." I teased.
Sam blushed. "Don't tell my mom. She doesn't like pete that much."
"why?"
"She thinks Pete's too old for me. I mean, he's 22, right? Plus, she doesn't like the idea that Pete's in a band. Said, I'd have no future with him. Psh." Sam said rolling her eyes. We went up to her room and she et me borrow a pair of pajamas.
I threw myself on Sam's bed, burrying my face on her pillow. Eventually I fell asleep, wishing I;d have a dreamless night.
..But I didn't. The moment i closed my eyes, Patrick's hurt filled eyes flooded my head. Even in my subconscious, it reminded me of how terrible I was.
"Mr Stump. Ms. Campbell. I don;t see anyemotions from the both of you today." Ms. Johnson said. I don;t want to do this anymore. I can't look at him, I can't speak my line properly, I can't touch him, I can't see him hurt. it kills me.
Romeo and Juliet isn't working out now. Especially not like this, when Paris starts interfering, creating more conflict. I wasn;t mad at Jake, I don;t blame anyone. JUST ME.
Patrick ignored me the whole day, which is too much for me to handle. I'd start crying whenever someone mentions him, talks about him, or when I see him. Sam was worried,causing her to shoot dirty looks at Patrick who in turn would look away looking down on his shoes.
"Don't worry about him,love." Sam told me. "He doesn't know what he's losing. It isn't your fault."
"I know. It just--I just can't stand seeing him that way." I said n between my sobs. samhugged me.
"Don't worry about him. You deserve much better."
I sobbed more startking her. "Oh no, sweatie I didn't mean--" She said.
I knew she was just saying that to make me feel better, but still it hurts just the same.
I went home feeling very exhausted. I went immediatley up to my room.
I was an emotional wreck. I cried myself to sleep and didn't wake up until the next day.I went to school looking like a mess.
"Don't worry Claire, He'll come around." Joe told me. Everybody seemed to be comforting me as Patrick continued ignoring me.
Although I catch him looking at me most of the time. I wanted to approach him, but my cowardness held me back, plussomething always happens whenever I thought i was ready. Be it the bell or something really irrelevant.
I heard a soft knock on our front door but I was too exhausted to stand up. The knocking continued persistently making me really annoyed. I pulled myself off of the couch and dragged my feet to the door.
"what?" I snapped at the person. My eyes widened when I saw who it was.
"P-Patrick?"