I'm so sorry. I was going to update earlier but I'm so bad at this kind of things. And I have been barely able to concentrate on this

Isis (Guest) said: Awesome story! But you do know that then phrase is "negative PLUS negative equals positive"

-Ok, you reviewed on chapter 2 so I don't blame you, but I when I first wrote the summary I wrote that but since I was guiding me from Math, I was wrong. If you sum two negative numbers it won't always give you a positive numbers, while if you multiply two negative numbers it will always give you a positive number :)

V. Jerome

He should be sleeping, not thinking about the brown eyed girl.

A day went by and unfortunately he didn't see Patricia. Alfie was as always joking but he knew when to be serious (Jerome liked him because of it. As much as he liked funny people, he needed for people to know when to stop). He barely remembered the nerdy guy form the coffee shop. But the girl was constantly brought back to his mind. Her brown eyes showing fear while pulling her sleeves over her hands. She was more uncomfortable as soon as Patricia left, making her leave the cafe as soon as she could. She was interesting, Jerome finally decided.

Now, he was lying in his bed staring at the ceiling. His mind going anywhere: from the crack on the roof to the moonlight coming through the window. Trying to take the girl out of his mind, but it seemed impossible.

Listening to Alfie's almost silent snores, he slowly fell asleep.

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Jerome wasn't one to make friends wherever he went, he preferred already knowing the people. When he was younger (around 9) he changed schools and he remembers crying when he returned home. At the time he had been such an introvert but as the years went by he changed a bit, he still wasn't an extrovert but he wasn't an anti-social either.

He walked into his class room expecting to see no one (since it was early) yet Fabian was already seating there. His books had already been open as he read the first pages of them, his eyes scanning the words printed and not even noticing Jerome's arrival.

"Hey!" Jerome said trying to get his attention. Fabian finally looked up "So we meet again, Fabian whatever-your-surname-is"

Fabian smiled at Jerome and said "Hello, Jerome, It seems like we are having a class together"

Jerome wanted to reply with some sarcastic come back, and he probably would have, but the guy seemed nice and ready to go back to his book, so he just nodded and head to his seat. He placed his things in one of the tables on the last rows—he had never been one to seat at the front and he was sure he would never be.

Slowly people started filling the big classroom. Between all the heads, he found a familiar redhead.

"Patricia! Glad to see you here too" Jerome exclaimed

"Oh god, kill me" Patricia muttered "why do I keep seeing you, I thought high school would be the end but it is like you are following me"

"Oh, please Patricia" he shook his head "of course I'm not following you. No man—person—on his right mind would do that"

"That's why I was wondering" she replied as she sent him a sassy smile. He rolled his eyes as he followed the redhead path. Just then he noticed that the brown haired girl from the cafe was behind her, hiding between the people and following Patricia like a slave.

He wanted to know her name; he wanted to know something about her—anything. Something about that girl drew him in. It had been a while since he had thought of anyone like that. Everyone was so boring—so uninteresting. He, for the matter, knew he wasn't that fascinating... and he didn't mind. But those who were intriguing, those who were different, those who didn't walk with the crowd, those people were worth meeting. Worth talking to. Worth whatever problem they could give. Worth everything.

He still remembers the first time he noticed Patricia: they were 12 or 13 (their first year of secondary school) and she had walked in, already late, to their Math class with purple, pink and blue hair extensions. The teacher had told her that she couldn't come like that to school and Patricia had rolled her eyes and sat on the only empty seat which was next to Jerome. He had been surprised when she appeared on the door with her coloured head, and quite impressed. She was worth it, he decided at such young age. They became friends, and they still were even if they acted like they totally hated each other. Their friendship had always been like it and he didn't want for it to change.

"Oh no! Not you two. Maybe one, but not both of you" Patricia's voice took him out of his flashback. She was staring at some dude that had just walked in. It was the guy from the coffee shop; the one Patricia had spilled her coffee on.

Jerome laughed "Oh, please. You barely know him; you can't despise him that much"

"Probably not... but still" Patricia said letting out a breath "but I know you well enough to despise you"

"In that you are correct" he said sending a wink at Patricia

Patricia was about to say something but the brown eyed/haired girl cut her off "Patricia, stop it already" the redhead didn't say anything. Jerome wondered how a girl that Patricia could have possible just met a couple of days before, told her to do something and she had done it. He remembered all their teachers back at school, all the teachers Patricia had no respect for. Every rule Patricia had broken. All the times Patricia had been told to calm down and she had never done it. But, now, a petite girl made Patricia stop.

"Are you two dating and have this 'I hate you' kind of relationship, or…" both Patricia and Jerome turned to look, with wide eyes, at the American boy. The boy, who was still pointing at both of them, looked at their expressions and shrugged.

Jerome wondered how people didn't turn to look at them, why weren't they even listening to what they were doing, that was what boring people did, right? Listen to someone else conversation to gossip about later. He hated it, but that was the world he had been punished to live in.

"I would never date someone like him" blurted Patricia. The boy shrugged again and smirked

Fabian finally looked up from his book, trying to understand what was happening. When he saw the blond American he smiled a little "Oh! Eddie, I didn't know you'll be on this class"

The American smiled too and made his way next to the geeky boy "Nice to see ya here, roomie"

Fabian seemed a bit uncomfortable, they didn't seem to be anything alike (if Jerome was asked, he would say Patricia was the more compatible with Eddie. But he wasn't that stupid, he knew Patricia would kill him if she heard it come out of his mouth) so he looked over his shoulder at the girl next to Patricia and said "Nice to see you here too, Joy"

Just then their teacher walked in.

Joy. Her name was Joy

This was going to be much longer but I wanted to post it now. Oh, btw, how are you liking the characters so far? Idk, but I like writing jerome... it's hard, but I like it.

thnks fr rdng