If there was one thing that was guaranteed to happen during Patrick's weekend, it was that he'd be seeing you. Whether than meant kicking Art out of his dorm, or you kicking Tashi out of yours. Almost every college party ended up with the two of you together, whether you'd been kissing someone else that night or not. Patrick was always sure he was the one walking you home, kissing you through the hallway and spending the night in your arms. He was painfully aware he was just another boy on your roster, as he'd convinced you were just another girl on his.

The thing Patrick hated the most about college, outside of the classes, was how much everyone kept everything to themselves. He was so used to knowing everyones business, back at boarding school, Patrick knew who liked who, everyones crushes, the next couple emerging. Maybe that was just part of growing up, but God would it make his life easier if he could at least read you. He wanted gone of his roster, ready to cut off every other person he'd been seeing, delete every girl's number in his phone. But, he was scared. He couldn't just do that without knowing how you felt. What if he cut off everyone for you, and you didn't care for him?

Patrick never meant to catch feelings, it was so unlike him. Sure, he'd had girlfriends before, but he'd never felt so strongly for someone before. Let alone someone he wasn't even dating yet. He'd barely even seen you outside of parties or each others dorms, yet he was desperate to know how you felt about him. If you'd even considered him an option.

Heads laid together on Patrick's twin-sized mattress, your hands intertwined in the air as he fiddles with the rings on your fingers. His eyes glued to the way your hands touched his, the velvet feeling of your skin on his under the covers. The sun peaking in through the blinds of his dorm, laid quietly together alone in his room. "How many people are you seeing right now?" Patrick murmurs, too nervous to look in your direction, his hands still fiddling with your own.