Hello! I'm writing this in my spare time and I haven't even posted the first chapter which is really weird, I know. If you have already read it (which I know you have), I think you know who threw the water balloons. Did anyone like the Patrome thing? I'm gonna do that at the end of every chapter. Anyway, LET'S DO THIS! I don't own HOA which is so effing unfortunate.

Jerome's POV

I stepped into the room with my hands in my pockets and Alfie trailing behind me, roaring with laughter.

"I think that we did a pretty good job Alfie." I told him as I circled one of the new girls. She had purple and red streaks in the soaking auburn hair that covered her face due to the fact that it was wet. It seemed so familiar.

"Slimeball." She looked up. Her voice was angry and I realized who she was through the mascara that had run down her face.

She screamed, I gulped and next thing I know is that she tried to strangle me.

"I take it you two know each other." Nina said with a smirk as if I deserved it.

"Way to state the obvious Captain Nina." Mara said sarcastically from the doorway.

"They were mortal frenemies in high school. Not the prettiest sight." Joy said.

"Oh hi Joy!" Alfie greeted her goofily.

I rolled my eyes as I tried to push Patricia away. "Stop it!" I said hoarsely.

With her hands still on my neck, she smirked. "Make me."

I pushed harder but it just wouldn't work. "Do it Goth Pixie!"

"Beg on your knees for it and maybe I'll think twice." She said.

The others were clearly enjoying it. All of them were smirking even Patricia who's head was slightly tilted as she waited for me to beg but her hands kept a firm grip on my neck.

I got an idea. I smirked as well and stood up instead and showed my full height. I was skinny and tall and Patricia could barely keep the grip on my neck so I gently removed her hands, took one, bowed and kissed it.

I saw her blush a deep crimson red but she merely grabbed a towel from her suitcase and some clothes. "If you must know, I must boil that hand you just kissed."

She went out but turned around and raised her eyebrow as if waiting for a retort. I winked. "I know you will."

She rolled her eyes and stormed off.

Alfie pat my back with a goofy grin on his face. "Nice job mate!"

Amber scoffed. "Nice job? You guys ruined my dress!"

"We can just buy you a new one." I said with a shrug.

"This is worth that thing you call a car." She put her hands on her hips.

"My cousin can make a replica."I said and she rolled her eyes and left the room.

"Great job guys. Now I have to fix her up all over again." Nina said going after her.

Mara entered the room and took a look at Joy. "Boy, you look a mess."

"I think we've established that." Joy said taking a look at her clothes.

"Look what you've done Jerome!" Mara was stern and she glared at me like a teacher would glare at a naughty student.

"Hey, I didn't throw as many as Alfie!" I pointed at him and he opened his mouth as if to say something but Joy beat him to it.

"No blame games here. Come on Mara, let's go to Amber and Nina and get me fixed up 'cause I look… well, horrid." Joy said with a sigh.

Mara nodded, shot me one last glare and they both left the room.

"Mate, I think making girls angry is a nice talent of yours." Alfie said rubbing his chin.

"You think so?" I gave him a look and he laughed.

"Just saying mate." He shrugged and left the room, leaving me all alone.

I spotted a dark purple book on Trixie's bed with black lace for a bookmark. I shook my head. "Same old Trixie."

I picked it up and flipped through the pages until I heard footsteps approaching. I put it down on her bed and stood up and sat down on a computer chair instead as to not arouse suspicion or something.

Patricia came in with her hair still wet. She wore jeans, a dark purple tank top, a black cardigan and purple sneakers. The streaks were in her wet hair.

"What are you still doing here you horrid little thing?" She glared at me. It was nice seeing her glares. They were pretty welcome.

"Just sitting around, waiting for something exciting to happen." I said with a shrug.

She raised an eyebrow and I saw her mind begin to work. "How does it feel like to be in a house where a murder happened?" She questioned.

I knew what she was doing but I was innocent. SWEAR TO GOD. I sighed. "Not the least bit enjoyable. Everyone's so strict and morose. No one knows how to have fun anymore."

"May I know how bad your definition is of fun?" She said trying to hide a smile.

"Hey, not everything that has to do with me is bad. You have something to do with me and you're not bad."

"First of all, I wish I didn't have anything to do with you Slimeball. Second, am I? Nobody's good in this world. Not anymore." She let some of her hair fall to her face.

"No one is good but there is always some good left in people."

She smiled at my words. "Wise words for someone so annoying."

"I try my best." I said and she chuckled.

"You try your best to be annoying? I thought it came naturally."

"They say that being annoying is a sign of somebody being handsome."

She raised an eyebrow. "If you're so handsome, then why don't you have a girlfriend?"

I scowled. "I'm working on it."

"Working on what?" She said.

"A life. Speaking of which, get one." I said and she smirked.

"You're so blind that you can't see that I've had one before we even met."

"And how is that possible may I ask?"

"My life ended when I met you. GET OVER IT. AND GET OUT OF MY ROOM."

She pushed me out and I chuckled as the door closed behind me.

"That's Trixie."

YAY! IT'S DONE! I like writing! Time for the Patrome acrostic.

P-ush me away and pull me back in

A-rgue with me but I'll still love you

T-ake my breath away

R-ewind to the first time I saw you

O-pen your heart to me

M-y heart belongs to you and only you

E-scaping you is the only impossible task

PATROME!