Me: "See."
Jerome: "So, its not like I'm threatening her."
Me: "True. But this isn't the picture I'm going to show him."
Jerome: "What are you going to show him, then?"
Me: "This one."
Jerome: "You wouldn't."
Me: "Believe me. I would.
flashback
Jerome's POV
I saw Fabian and Nina kiss. Seriously, it took us, or should I say Amber, forever to set them up. I even let out a little "WOO-HOO!" But I also saw Mara dancing with Mick. I have to admit, I was really annoyed with Mara because she deserved someone better than that meat-head Campbell. I was kind of dancing with Patricia...and Joy. We were just sorta moving to the beat. Not really dancing together, though I wish we were. Wait. What? Did I just say I wish I was dancing with Patricia? No. No no, no. I can't like Patricia, can I? No, I like Mara. At least, I think I do. Wow! Why is love so confusing? Let's just hope Amber doesn't find out about this because she'll...I don't know what she'll do. And I don't want to know, either! "Jerome? Jerome? Earth to Jerome!" I heard. I jumped away from my thoughts and found Patricia calling to me. "The dance is over. Come on, we should get back to the house and start teasing Nina and Fabian. Or, as Amber says, Fabina. Wow! I just said that out loud." She started to walk away and I followed her reluctantly. "I love the highlights in your hair." Oh no! I hope I didn't say that out loud! I held my breath. "What did you say?" Crap! "Nothing." I said. I hope she didn't hear me and wasn't just acting.
Patricia's POV
Did Jerome just say what I think he said? No, he couldn't of. All though, he did seem a bit nervous when I asked him about it. Hmmmm...interesting turn of events. Well, I hope he likes me as much as I like him. "You have beautiful eyes." He whispered, as if he didn't want me to hear him. I was a bit shocked. He said that he loves the highlights in my hair, then he says that my eyes are beautiful? Wow. I. Am. Shocked. But I followed him out, hoping to hear more slip-ups. I caught up with him and we walked in silence. I saw him look over at me a couple times. I could hear him breathing heavily. Just then I noticed that I was breathing heavily, too. I have to admit, I was freaking out! What if he knew I liked him and was just messing with me? What if he liked me, too? What if I just imagined what he said to me? All these questions (and many more) were burning inside my skull. I felt a burning desire to lean up and kiss him. That would be going way, WAY too far. "Jerome," I said, not making eye contact. I saw him look at me and stop walking. I stopped walking, too. "I..." I started to say, but he kissed me. HE KISSED ME! We kissed for about 30 seconds. I was absolutely speechless. All I could do was stand there, like and idiot, and stare into his beautiful and amazing eyes. I could feel my breath become slow and become heavy. I was so amazed. His eyes were THE most beautiful things I have ever seen. "Um..." he stuttered. I kissed him again, this time wrapping my arms around his neck. He put his hands aroung my back, pulling me closer to him. We were like this for about...a minute, but it seemed more like an hour.
Jerome's POV
Ok. I was positive Patricia felt the same way as me. I mean, she kissed me! She was an amazing girl. I was sure she liked me. Wow, I sound like an idiot. Of course she likes me! I mean, I'm Jerome Clarke for cryin' out loud. Girls fell for me all the time. Well, girls that didn't know me too well. This was crazy. Me and Patricia? Even though it was crazy, I liked it. Oh boy. I can only imagine what kind of nickname Amber will come up with. When we stopped kissing, we broke apart without saying another word to each other. We walked as quickly as possible to the house and stepped inside immediatly. Then I quickly walked into my room as she went to hers. "Hey, mate, where have you been?" Alfie questioned me as I entered. "Oh I just took a long walk around school before coming home." I grabbed my pajama's and went to change. When I came back, there was Alfie with more questions. "Why did you walk around school? We sent Patricia to get you. Did you see her?" I answered each one of them, but I didn't answer them truthfuly. It was really agonizing. Since it was 1:00 A.M., I told Alfie I was tired and turned off the lights. I tried to sleep but I couldn't get the thought of Patricia and me kissing out of my head. It was like a skipping CD. It just kept playing over and over and over again in my head. My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe. I can't be around Patricia if I can't breathe! But I know it's just my head. I didn't get any sleep that night. I didn't think I would ever sleep again. The next morning, everyone would leave to go home after breakfast.
Patricia's POV
I couldn't sleep that night. All I could think about was my kiss, or should I say kisses, with Jerome. I was so confused with my feelings right now. Oh- I hate this feeling! It feels like...like...I don't even know a word for it. I don't want to talk about this to anyone, especially Jerome. If I did talk to anyone about this, it would be Mara, Joy, or Nina, because they can keep a secret. And they're my closest friends. I hope no one asks me if I found Jerome last night. If anyone does, I will deny, deny, deny. Not the whole "I'm in denial because I don't want you to know anything" just not the truth."
End of flashback
Jerome's POV
I had thought about that night all summer. I couldn't get it out of my head, no matter what I tried. My feelings were really messed up now. I like Mara. Then I kiss Patricia. Patricia kisses me. But did I just kiss Patricia in the heat of the moment? Or was it for a different reason? Why does the world hate me?
Patricia's POV
Just when I was about to start enjoying summer, it was time for school again. I was afraid to see him. World, you just hate me, don't you? Well, thankfully, when I got there Jerome was in his room. Victor was...smiling? I must be crazy. Note to self: If you see Victor smiling, look away. Then I went upstairs and started to unpack. Then Jerome came in.
"Hey, Patricia can I talk to you after supper?"Mara and Joy looked at me like "What's that about?"
"Yeah, sure." I answered. "Oh no!" I thought. "Here comes the relationship talk." I hated talks like that.
"Supper!" Trudy called. I was dreading this. I was hoping Victor would move up curfew or something, anything, that would allow me to avoid this conversation. But no. The world hated me. Why did they world have to hate me? Why?
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