"I can't make it today," Patrick whispers into his end of the phone.
"That's the third time this week, Pat. What the hell are you doing that's so important?" I groan, picking at the denim of my jeans thoughtlessly.
"I'm sorry, babygirl. You know I'd rather be with you but I gotta help Belch get his car back in shape".
"What happened to Amy?" I ask (referring to Belch's car).
"She popped a wheel and we need to come up with some money to fix it".
"But I miss you..."
Patrick sighs at my sad voice, and I can hear him shuffling around. "I'll see you next week, kid. Quit bein' sad over me, you hear?"
My heart breaks a little and I nod my head even though I know he can't see it. Tears well up in my eyes and I feel my throat tighten with frustration.
"You still there, Y/N?"
"Yeah. I'll see you around". My hand slaps the phone back onto its stand and I let out an aggravated shout. Why did everything always have to be so hard with Patrick? Why couldn't love just be easy? After a few minutes of deafening silence the phone rings. Maybe he'd cancelled his plans after all.
"Patrick?"
"No, its Dean. Boyfriend problems, huh?" the voice of a smug Dean Thomas asks.
"Not that it's any of your business but yes... I haven't seen Patrick in like- a week".
"I bet you're body is feeling pretty needy, huh?" he continues. I felt disgusted with myself but it was true, I needed something. "I can be over in ten". I looked around my room for a sign; something that would tell me not to do this. But Patrick was being selfish, why should I have to put my life on hold for him if he can't even give me a single night?
"You can't tell anyone," I finally murmur, picturing Patrick's face in my mind as I spoke. I was sickening.
---15 minutes later---
"Sorry, there was traffic," Dean grumbles as he immediately presses his lips against mine.
"No worries," I mumble against his lips. Dean's hands begin to lift my shirt over my head, his lips traveling down my body.
...
Patrick's POV
I stand just as Belch and Victor begin to make out on the couch. I couldn't help but think of my beautiful Y/N.
"Uh.. I have to go guys, you enjoy yourselves". I know they just started dating and all, but it was still a shock to me.
When I arrive at her place I look up into her window and see a figure pressed against it. The figure was making out with someone else. It was Y/N. Her eyes connect with mine when the boy turns her around to face the window as he... you know.
Your POV
FUCK. I shove Dean off of me and run down my stairs, my mini shorts and tank top slightly messy.
"PATRICK, WAIT! PLEASE!" I manage to swing him around but his dark expression stills my heart. My voice is trapped in my throat. "I-I just missed you and-"
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"You're a fucking slut, Y/N," he states coldly. His eyes travel from my flushed face to my messy appearance.
"I love you, Patrick. I'm so sorry!" tears pour from my eyes as I reach out towards him again.
"No, you don't get to-" a tear falls from his eyes and I can't believe the sight before me. "Why would you do this to me?"
"You were never here. I haven't seen you in so long and a relationship is all about being here for your significant other," I try to defend myself but know it's all my fault.
"How can I be here for you if you're over there fucking some jock!"
"I love you!" I repeat, hiding my face. When Patrick's footsteps begin to walk away without another word, I know I've lost him for good.
