At first, you started dating Patrick because he was a pretty smooth talker. Doesn't matter how good looking he is, what made you walk up to him and kiss his lips in the middle of that frat party was the realization that he knew he was hot and would use it at his favor. Not even half an hour in the dance floor and there was at least three girls drooling over his charms and that infuriated you. It was game over. He asked you to be his girlfriend and in that very moment you say well, ok, let's fuckin' do it.

However, you kept being insecure. That damn feeling of being only another one in his fanclub, of never being able to be the only one he sees. It's obvious that Patrick doesn't hate the attention he receives from women and men that watch his games, that go to him at parties or simply place those flirty lines on his recent Instagram pics. It made you feel bothered, even if Patrick never really gave you a reason for that jealousy. He always thanked the compliments politely, gave that smile to the person and left the conversation at it. So what's the big problem?

That's what Patrick wants to know too. You were hanging out with him in his shared apartment, after a long time without having a proper time to each other. It was amazing at first, until that same old talk about what's wrong and what's not wrong in the relationship emerged during a casual TV channel scrolling.

Seeing how you were already pouting and acting all touchy, Patrick took some action. “I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you really that blind, pumpkin?”