by Lexi Sat Nov 27, 2010 4:05 am
One.
I walked up to my house door and let myself in. I dropped my bag on the couch and walked into the kitchen. I walked around then walked back outside. I walked up and down the block then decided to go over Patrick’s house. I walked the several blocks then slowed down in front of his house. I sat down and sighed. He wasn’t home because his window wasn’t open. I waited and waited for about two hours. He came walking down the block with some random girl. I wouldn’t have been upset, but he was holding that girls waist. It was disgusting. I stood up and stared at her.
“Who are you?” I asked, no, demanded the girl. She was really ugly. Like, not even cute. She wore the tightest and shortest clothes I’ve ever seen.
“I’m Amber, Patrick’s, uh, girlfriend,” she smirked. I wanted to punch her so badly. It wasn’t even funny. “And you are?” Patrick just watched us.
“Girl, please. Don’t even start with me. Where did you even come from? You know what, you don't have to answer. You offend me just by being in the area,” She really pissed me off.
“Lovely," she looked at Patrick. "You didn’t even tell me your name, so I’m assuming you’re a stalker of Patrick’s.”
“Look, sweetheart. I’m Jasmine Julianna Jayfrett, I’m Patrick’s closet’s friend, so close he’s like my brother. You are nothing to him. Just his current toy. By this time tomorrow, he’ll be saying ‘Amber who?’ Don’t expect it to last. And you,” I said turning to Patrick, “who is she?"
"My, uh, girlfriend. I guess. Why?" he asked looking really red.
"Forget it. Don’t bother to call me.” I pushed past them and ran my way home. Why am I so upset? He’s like my brother. I shouldn’t be worried. Out of nowhere, my phone rang. It was Patrick. I answered. “What?” I snapped.
“What the hell was that about? Amber is hysterically crying. She doesn’t get why you don’t like her. What’s the matter with you? Why did you have to be mean?” he started to yell.
“Patrick, don’t you dare. Did you ever think that I might be crying because you stood me up for some random bimbo? I didn’t think so. And I wasn’t mean; I was being the nicest I could be. And don’t start going on about how I wasn’t nice, because when I first met you, I acted the same way. Sarcastic. Not mean at all,” I hung up and I didn’t know if I even made sense. Well, whatever. We had worst fights, and right now, I wasn’t in the mood.
A/N: I had a better chapter, but it was deleted. So here is this one. It is in J.J.'s POV and it was to show how she acted around other girls with Patrick. I know it's really bad, but the chapters will get better.
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