Patrick had only gotten with you for the sake of the bet with his accomplice, Cameron. He hadn’t intended for his feelings to grow further than a simple joke for a good pay.

But it did. And the feelings he had gained for you over the time of the bet had only grown— hence the reason he was now trying to cut the entire thing off.

Patrick: “look, I don’t care about the fucking money, Cam. It’s not like it would last me long anyway, so just call off the damn bet. It’s done.” He snapped in a hushed tone, but his frustration and embarrassment was clear in his face.

Cameron chuckled and turned to Micheal, before back to Patrick. Cameron: “you do know the bet wasn’t just for you, right? You also swore to help Micheal get with Bianca. Are you turning him down as well? That’s not what friends do, Patrick.” He taunted with a smirk.

Patrick clenched his jaw as it ticked in annoyance, and he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Patrick: “maybe I am, Cameron. But Micheal can go after Bianca himself, he doesn’t need me to do it for him.”

But what Patrick didn’t realise, was that throughout that entire conversation, you had been standing just meters away across the other set of lockers.

You had wanted to surprise him, especially since it had been your first day back since visiting your dad in hospital and having to help out for the past week and a half. And you had come back to hearing that you had only been a bet— a mere joke to Patrick and his friends.

And it was only once it was too late that Patrick finally saw you.