Lessons Learned-7 RedRiot

Now I knew that Patrick was in no way mine, but it bothered me that she was talking to him. I knew she had no romantic interest in him, because he simply was not her type. While Stacie and Patrick were friends it somehow came out that he still liked me. Once again I found this odd that he liked me since I was under the impression that he hated me. I hadn't talked to Patrick in almost two or three months when one night he called Stacie's. Stacie had introduced me to this guy Charles a few weeks earlier. Charles and I had a lot in common and he was my type too. He was over six feet tall, very skinny, and he had beautiful green eyes. Charles and I were in Stacie's room kissing when the phone rang. I answered the phone over there all the time because I practically lived there. And wouldn't you know, there on the other end of the line was Patrick. I freaked out and I guess he could hear it. "What are you doing?" He asked me. "Nothing," I quickly said. That was coincidentally the last time Charles and I ever saw one another. I was being pulled back in by this love that refused to be ignored. At school Patrick and I saw very little of each other. There were certain routes I knew I could take that would put me in his path and on certain days I did exactly that. The girls in my gym class and I would always talk about every little "Patrick" incident in such detail. I don't know why I was so close with those girls. I suppose changing in front of people and doing humiliating things in humiliating clothes with people creates a certain bond. Sherry was my favorite in there. Sherry was the type of person who was so mellow and so laid back that she could have no enemies. She was someone people were attracted to as if just to calm themselves.

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