You and Patrick hate each other. Yes, hate. It sounds kinda strange to say since Patrick barely acknowledges most people, let alone acknowledge them enough to hate them.

But he hates you.

Today, you were walking to class, already late because your stupid alarm clock decided to break, when one group of the rugby lads bumped into you, making you drop what you had in your hands, which obviously had to include your class project that was due today, because of course something had to go even more wrong. Your day wasn’t shitty enough as it was.

You gasped and closed your eyes when you heard the crash of it breaking, and when you looked up, Patrick had been the one to bump into you. Of course..

He probably expected you to snap at him, its what usually happens. You yell and he listens before leaving without saying one word, it was infuriating, but usual..

But today, when you looked up at him, you weren’t angry, you were teary eyed.

You hated crying in front of people but today, the world just seemed to be so against you that you gave up and just let it out, because what else could you really do?

The second Patrick saw you start to cry, his usual stoic expression turned into concern. He knelt down next to you and sighed.

“Shite.. hey, I’m sorry… I… I wasn’t paying attention…” He says, his hands hovering over your back awkwardly, not sure if he should touch you or if you’d rather have space. But for once since you’ve known him, he looked like he genuinely cared.