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Distracted and typing something on his phone, it took him a second to notice the sudden argument that seemed to happen right in front of him. A man, who seemed to be taking advantage at the fact his friend was in line, kept trying to play fool—like just by staying there, he would take the girl who started talking ‘s place. Raising a brow, Patch knew he should’ve simply stay quiet, but he hated that people like that—who thought they were such a smartass. “Hey, mate—why don’t you just hear the girl and get at the back of the line?” Intruding himself on the conversation, he gesticulated with his hand. “We all will get out of here once we get our orders, so be like everyone else and wait for your turn, will ya’?” He watched as the guy frowned at him, but started moving away from his friend. “Sorry…” He then muttered at the girl. “This kind of people kind pisses me off…”

{` widens her eyes at the mention of the café right down the street, a small smile breaks across her face as she was now filled with amusement towards this other person— though not enough to bury how much she hates about him being cocky} well, i will be sure to never visit that place again {` though tone still indifferent and stern, she has now sound more…alive, and it was pretty clear that was just a joke} or, lets keep fingers crossed for not having to meet you there since it will actually ruin that place for me, so {` leans back, flipping her pen as an entertainment as she carefully listens to what he said} well interesting background you got there, irish family hm—? {` nods, noting down the small points he made about himself to form how he was as a person, cockiness still though— the girl notes to herself though this time with a slightly softer attitude} and no, no, patch— right? {` drops the pen on the table and rests chin of her hand as she looks up at him} no i dont have a date, and does that concern you in any way? {` tilts her head to a side, a small smirk playing on her lips} well, about me? im nothing much but from a loving family, my dad the sheriff and my mum the pleasant housewife who stays home and does all sorts of thing that makes her happy— other than that i dont know what to say, guess im quite bland of a person… 

( ; raises a brow at her statement about not going to the café and laughs softly—well, that sounded like a joke, though he was kind surprised at how she was suddenly less… randomly mad at his presence. it sounded more amusing ) If it’s your favorite place, I don’t see how I could ruin it for you—though let’s be honest: it’s quite impossible to ignore me, right? ( ; plays with his pen on the table, taking his eyes off her for a small second as he looked around and saw the other interacting with their lab partners ) – ( ; everyone seemed entertained, at least ) Yeah, Irish family ( ; nods, looking at her once again ) Oh? ( ; smirks at her direct answer, noticing the change on her expressions—the indifference was kind there, but it had suddenly changed for a small second—like she was… flirting back? no, he was definitely crazy to even think about it ) – ( ; laughs the idea out, shaking his head ) Well, not my concern, but pretty impressive how one of the most interesting girls of our year doesn’t have a date yet—how is that even possible, I guess ( ; shrugs, pretending that wasn’t nothing much, but—in fact—was such a great piece of information. maybe, just maybe, he could have a chance… though he doubt that fairly )

now can we cut those crap off and really start working {` she groans, not even bothering to look up at him as she scribbles his answer on the paper, counting the number of question he answered until they can fulfil the basic requirement} so, nora, to read and to listen to music, the café right down the corner that nobody really knows and i dont know..i am not really picky about food but i will go with desserts of any kind {` raises a brow, though still not bothered enough to look up at her partner— yet is still completely aware of how all the other girls are having their eyes pinned on him} for favourite color i would say burgundy. {` finally, she decided to quickly tilt her head, studying his face — the girl cant help but to let out a sigh of wonder, well damn he is pretty cute} so, lets move on— tell me something more, something more random i would say since i dont really have anymore questions but something more and we will be done, so bear with me for a while 

( ; listens carefully to everything she says and opens his notebook, deciding on taking notes just to avoid the idea of her complaining about him not doing it right ) – ( ; thinks on interrupt when she mentions the café, but decides to leave it for later since she was listing everything ) – ( ; looks up from his notes to her pretty much at the time she is looking at him and smiles, raising an eyebrow ) About the café, though ( ; finally starts talking again ) Pretty hard to say that nobody really knows, because I actually go there either before or after class to get something ( ; shrugs. she didn’t ask, that was right—but why not simply say it ) That could be the random I’m supposed to talk ( ; chuckles ) But ok, I’ll be fair… ( ; keeps his arms against the table, trying to think on something to say about himself ) I come from an Irish family—but I trained not to use the accent that much. It makes me sound like my dad and we’re not exactly an example of family ( ; says it casually, eyeing her ) What about you? Anything random, yet that could be useful? Like—do you have a date for prom or anything like that? ( ; smirks at her, back on his cocky self. It was only fair that he would show such a good side of him and, still, be able to ruin it at becoming the exactly kind of guy she seemed to hate )

{` her eyes lazily travels to the lab partner (she supposed) that was speaking a moment ago, only for her eyes to widen under the shock of seeing the other} 

It’s me? ( ; he laughs quietly, his eyebrow raising as he watched her expressions changing from shock to indifference—and yet, that’s what makes him more amused ) Oh, I don’t see a point, I am already with the hottest girl as a lab partner ( ; says that casually, resting his head on the palm of his head, as his elbow was on the table. he doesn’t blush or seem different saying that, it was like he’s simply saying today’s a sunny day ) Well, that will be interesting then… ( ; smirks, sitting up better as she just threw random questions at him ) Patch. Playing bass, reading, driving. I don’t think I have a favorite place, yet. Anything Italian… and green… pretty much like the shade of your eyes ( ; doesn’t help the random comment, with a sweet smile on his face this time ) Ok, your turn ( ; shrugs, playing with his pen. he doesn’t have the intention of taking notes of that—he’s sure that anything about that girl he would just get to know and remember just to annoy her )

past: biology partners

( ; late as always, the guy walks faster—but still calm—to his biology class. usually, he would just walk exceptionally slower, but that was the first class of the new semester, so he guessed it would be good if he managed to get there not too late ) – ( ; walks by a few other senior, mostly girls, and simply ignores them greeting him—that was the kind of attitude he held anyways. and still, that would attract those girls to him. they always loved the bad guys, he knew that ) – ( ; as he walks into the classroom, he notices the teacher was already talking ) Apologies… ( ; mutters as he takes a look on the board and sees his new seat arrangement ) May I come in? ( ; asks the teacher with his nicer tone—though he acted like a rebel, it didn’t mean he wasn’t a good student. he was smart, not the best or straight A kind of student, but still good. he was a bully to others, but to teachers, he was a normal guy—or so was the image he passed. normal and always late ) – ( ; with the agreement and roll of eyes—yet with a smile—of the older woman, patch walks to his seat and, stops for a small second ) No freaking way ( ; he thinks, already putting on a smirk on his face as he slid and takes his seat next to the blonde girl )

she stops. what the actual fuck.

It takes Patrick a few seconds to notice what suddenly started going on. In all honestly, he had no idea how his words could get her so—mad? Or was that more like hurt? Somehow, he could hear the pain in her voice, so maybe that made more sense. This is the reason why we won’t ever work, we’re never near compatible. Though his bad choice of words and sarcasm had caused her to just storm at him like that, he doesn’t help in feeling a bit—hurt himself with what she says. Besides, he disagreed on that.

two years apart from each other has almost washed off the familiarity between the two of them, except for the fact that she would still stare into the lock screen of her phone (which apparently is still a photo of him, of them) and dwell in the almost overwhelming sweetness of all the memories before it all gone downhill. “dont take it personal, although i think it would only make sense it you did—” she frowns, almost feeling frustrated at not being able to make sense out of her words “i mean, after all, my soon-to-be-ex husband has managed to track me down and move in right next to me, neighbour” the short chat between the two has been lasting longer than she would expect it to be— and to be frank this does not appeal to nora quite a lot, seeing how she is already late to work 

“Oh, don’t worry. I am taking it personal, but I’ll just pretend I don’t—because I am nice and for the sake of it.” It’s what he says. It was inevitable—how not to take it personal when it clearly was, because of their past, because of their relationship? Yet, Patrick just smiles, trying to make that easier for both of them—he still needed to keep going with that annoying cocky and flirty kind of attitude anyways. “But le’mme just remind you that you’re the one who tracks people down—not me…” He points out, shrugging. “I just knew you lived in this city—knowing the exact place was a total coincidence by seeing you with your daughter and her father around here…” Once defending himself, his voice trailing off, he drops the serious expression and goes back on smiling.

ikea.

There just to get a few things for his new place, Patrick walked around the store. He knew how that kind of places got him distracted with a lot to look at, so it was expected when he started seeing the bedroom department. Patch got himself thinking on a few decoration he could give to his own bedroom when heard a man flopping on the bed beside the small space he was. With a brow raised, he chuckled at the man. “I guess that bed is really good, right, mate?”

she woke up with a bad feeling of things not going in her way at all. first it was the cold water streaming out from the tap thats supposed to be supplying her with warm water, then it was the coffee machine breaking down, lastly it was the clock stopping to work and she is not extremely late. omen she said. 

The sound of the deadline he had given himself in staying in Chatswin makes him frown a bit—it was true, he had mentioned to her about that the other day at the station… even though at that point he was already planning in moving in. “Well—I guess that means I’m putting up an extension.” He simply says, his shoulders shrugging, making a face.

his reply to her made her silence, could that possibly mean something else? it was faint, but the girl can most certainty seek the trace of sadness in his voice— for he is the one she woke up to for three years straight until everything went downhill. “hey, im immune to all of that” nora mumbles, while scrunching her nose— finding it frustrating to get that thought off her mind. “so dont waste your breath, and oh?” she raises her brow, clearly interested at what he mentioned about the duration of his stay.

“No one is harassing you here, Nora.” He turns to look at her, his cocky smile back on his face. In a few more seconds, the cell was open and Patrick, walking free—though he clearly had to simply stop in front of her. Though he doesn’t really force it, he could breathe the scent of her perfume… the same one she used when they met, the same one when they were married—the one he loved to be able to smell. That sent a few shivers down his arms, though that was pretty hidden with his jacked covering any sight of them. “A month,” he says again, starting to walk again and letting his hand brush on hers, passing by her a way too close.

“doing..what thing” she questions, almost sounding innocent— except of the fact that she isnt. to speak non-stop has been a bad habit of hers and only would the closest person with her would know— and in that case, patch is the closest person with her. “and oh, believe me, everything has changed..”

Now not helping a frown at her, Patrick quietly stares at her, his face leaning against the grid while he watches her. “Ye’, it seems I’m lacking of lucky lately—the last two years to be exactly.” He smiles almost sadly, though that expression quickly changes fast—he didn’t want her to notice how he had been feeling. Even when, looking into her eyes, he concluded that he wasn’t doing as well as he was… there was still a chance and he would try it. It clearly would be harder than the first time, once she knew all his moves and sayings, but that didn’t stop his mind into processing.

she turns to him— he is still the same, that playful smirk and never serious tone would always be around— and nora is completely aware of how that would be just to annoy her “well how about this, as you have said before, pleasant touch, not much conversation” she almost have to control herself for not walking there and expressing how much she has missed him and how miserable she has been— fighting for the guard alone, without him next to her, the latter was affecting her the most though.”and i do believe staying in the cell quietly and learning your lesson does just the same, so” she trails off, returning to her paperwork before deciding to start talking again— there are so much she wanted to tell him, yet it so happens that all the words coming out are the completely opposite of how she feels. 

It was helpless—Patrick just smiles at her non-stop talking, though deep inside he is laughing really hard. He wished that he didn’t need to hide how amused he was, but that was what he needed to do. He needed to seem good enough now—thing he never really considered himself—just to prove her a point: that he could do ok with or without her. That was clearly a lie, but what didn’t pride do to people?