I ran out the front door after Patricia. I called her name over and over again, but she was nowhere to be found. Sighing with defeat, I began walking back towards the house. Jerome was still seated at the table when I returned, a smirk playing on his face.
"Fuck off." I muttered to him as I took my plate and made my way to my dorm room. Fabian wasn't in the room- he was probably off playing more girl games with Nina and that loud blonde chick. I crashed onto my bed and groaned.
Where could she be?
I drifted to sleep for a while before being shaken awake by Alfie.
"Wake up, new guy, Victor's ordering us to help clean up after the ball." He told me before quickly leaving the room. I slid my hands over my face in an attempt to wake myself up. The only thing that actually got me to get up was the high possibility of Patricia being on cleaning duty as well. I ran a hand through my tousled, blonde hair and walked out the door. Everyone had already left for the school, so I walked alone.
While I walked in the cool air, I thought about what I would say to Patricia when I saw her. Something along the lines of, 'The only reason they told me to dance with you was because they knew I liked you!', or maybe, 'I swear, I had wanted to dance with you! Jerome and Alfie just encouraged me to! Besides, would I have invited you into my room if I didn't like you?'. That sounded okay, in my opinion.
I reached the door to the school and made my way to the room the ball was held in. I scanned the room and found everyone there- Besides the one person I actually had wanted to see. Nina, Amber and Fabian were off in a corner whispering and pretending to clean; Alfie was sitting on the edge of the stage staring at Amber. Next to him was Joy who was practically drooling over Fabian; Jerome was whispering hastily to Mara while she tried to cut him off; Victor was standing in the middle of the room supervising everyone; but Patricia was nowhere to be found. I sighed and approached Victor coolly.
"Hey, uh, isn't Patricia supposed to be helping out? If she doesn't have to help, I don't think it's fair that I have to." I told him. He whipped around to glare at me over his big nose.
"Well, Eddie, though it's none of your business, Ms. Williamson was here earlier to contribute her part. Now I think you should be helping, and don't think I forgot about the pancake incident from last night!" He bellowed. At first my eyes widened, how had he found out that Patricia and I had eaten pancakes? But I calmed down once I remembered the mess I had made while cooking them.
"Yessir." I said mockingly and walked to the stage to help clean up.
After cleaning up for over two hours, Victor finally released us to do what we please. I was the first out the door and practically ran to Anubis house to see if Patricia was there. I checked the living room and kitchen first, but she wasn't there. I bounded up the steps to the girl's dormitories and swung open the door to her room. I relaxed a bit when I saw her lying on her bed, typing away on her computer. She looked up at me and grimaced before turning back to her laptop.
"Ugh, what do you want?" She asked, disgust dripping from her every word. I shut the door behind me and crossed my arms over my chest.
"To talk to you." I responded simply.
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, "Sorry, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now."
I groaned and walked over to her bed. I was about to sit down, but she swatted me away. I rolled my eyes and sat on the floor beside her bed.
"I'm sorry, okay? But you should know that I didn't just dance with you because they told me to. I-"
"Oh, I know. You danced with me so you could see Jerome humiliate himself. You don't have to explain anything to me, I already understand." She cut in.
"Could you let me talk for just two seconds? Thanks. They knew that I liked you and that's why they told me to ask you to dance. And I liked dancing with you. And I liked hanging out with you. And I especially liked kissing you. I really think we should do more of that. I'm sorry that you found out the wrong way. Can you just forget about it?" I begged. Patricia slowly shut the lid to her laptop and looked me in the eye.
"And you expect me to believe all that?"
"I'm really hoping you do." I told her honestly. She stared at me for a few moments, thinking about her next move. She broke our stare and looked out the window.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do this right now. I think you should leave." She said quietly. I slouched forward and took a deep breath.
"Alright, if you want me to. But remember what I said, Yacker. I meant all of it." I replied and got up, rubbing the legs of my pants. I saw her take a deep breath and nod. I frowned and slowly walked from room, depressed.
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