* Chapter 23 *
~ Patrick's POV ~
"Um, I think I need to go to the comfortroom" I said to my ex-girlfriend-slash- date, aby.
"Um, okay" she replied.
I walk towards the nearby comfort room.
I contemplate for a moment what have gone wrong in our relationship? We we're once inseprable, but now we're just like this.
"Hik, hik" did someone just sob?
I heard the sobbing again and it's coming from the first cubicle.
I could hear a boy sobbing inside, and I did the thing I just did. I knocked the cubicle's door.
"Just a minute" the shaking of his voice was audible, emphasizing his misery.
I also heard a muffled sob.
"You're not okay, are you?" Goodness! shut it, patrick, it's not your business!
"Does it sound like I'm okay?" he retorted.
"Woah, since you can snap a smart-ass retort, I guess you're okay" I shrugged though the boy obviously couldn't see me.
"Just leave me alone" he demanded.
"Sure, I don't care about you anyway" I said then walk towards the door .
I heard him sob again.
I paused then walk back to the darn cubicle.
"Ugh, what's your problem anyway?" I couldn't help but ask.
"I thought you didn't care?" another sob and some whimpering.
"Sure, I'm just meddling"
"You're a jerk... you're just like him" he finished the last word in a whisper.
"What? Who?"
"Ugh, nevermind, you don't know him anyway"
"Who's this guy you're crying about anyway? We men never cry for another man" I said trying to lighten him up.
"Yeah, because men are suppose to shed tears for women" he replied then a sniffing sound could be heard.
"Why are you crying for another guy?" I asked curious.
"Because..." he trailed.
I pressed my ear closer on the cubicle door.
"Because...?" I repeat.
"Because I... I..." he was stammering.
"Just fricking spit it already!" I hissed.
"Because I..."
BAM!
I was knocked backwards when the cubicle door was pushed open by the upset boy.
"I LOVE HIM! I LOVE KUYA PATRICK!"
I heard the boy finish. So he love that guy named patrick, huh? Wait! P-patrick!?
I looked at the boy. No!
He was astounded at the moment too.
"Brat?!" I said disbelieving.
"Crap!" he covered his mouth as he look at me with tear glazed eyes.
I stood up from the floor.
"Please tell me this patrick is someone else, because I'm not g-"
"It is you"
