i lied and told them we were dating.
you crossed a line.
we don't pick and choose who we fall in love with.
- Patrick Blanco Commerford
i lied and told them we were dating.
you crossed a line.
we don't pick and choose who we fall in love with.
Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader
If Patrick has a million haters I'm one of them. If he has one hater it's me. If he has 0 haters I have died. If the world is against Patrick I am with the world, if the world is for Patrick I am against the world.
"Is it just me or does it feel like Ari thinks she can kill me with her eyes?" (Y/N) quietly asked Ander, his attention focused on the chips bag being slowly pushed out of its line. The vending machine whirred softly and stopped once the chips thumped softly at the bottom. Ander snorted softly, placing his hand on his back and rubbing his palm up and down his spine as (Y/N) leaned down to grab the chips. He took a quick glance in the direction of the short girl and chuckled.
"What'd you do this time?" Ander asked, dropping his head and slipping in front of him to insert a dollar into the machine. (Y/N) scoffed, opening the bag and dipping his hand inside to tug free one of the salty chips. He bit down on one with a loud crunch and spared the brunette a glance, finding her narrowed eyes locked on him.
"Nothing, I swear. I've been an angel since Carla left. I promised her I'd stay out of trouble."
"I don't believe for a second the (Y/N) Rosón Caleruega has been acting like an 'angel'. A hellspawn, maybe, but an angel? I'll believe it when I see it." Ander snickered softly when (Y/N) lightly punched the back of his shoulder, casting his friend a teasing grin before scooping up the chocolate bar he'd paid for. A chair lightly scraped and pulled their attention back onto the girl, a sharp whistle leaving Ander when she walked toward them. "Good luck with that," Ander whispered, patting his shoulder sympathetically and slipping away to find his boyfriend.
"(Y/N)." Ari greeted through gritted teeth, her arms folding over her stomach and her hip slightly jutting out to the side.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?" (Y/N) tilted his head, sticking the bag out in her direction but she crinkled her nose and waved him off. Ari sighed and took a step closer to him, reaching out and fixing his uniform's tie with a sugary sweet smile. What had he done to piss her off? Had he shit-talked her father within earshot again? Ah, shit. He probably had.
"You're lucky I've been in a good mood recently, sweetheart, otherwise I might've told Patrick I saw you cozying up to the janitor the other night. I don't like people hurting my family, (Y/N). I won't stand for it. Get it together or next time I'll go straight to Pat and tell him." Ari adjusted his coat next, smoothing out the wrinkles before dropping her hands to her sides and arching a brow at him. "Got it?"
"What are you talking about, Ari? The janitor? Cayetana? She's my friend, and what I do with my friends is none of your brother's business."
"None of his business?" She repeated, her brows lifting high. "Of course, it's his business what his boyfriend does! And if I were him, I'd never leave you alone in a room with that girl."
"Boyfr-" (Y/N) clamped his mouth shut, staring at the girl as if she'd grown two more heads. He couldn't help the laugh the bubbled up, partly amused but mostly shocked. Ari scoffed at his laughter and rolled her eyes, turning on her heel and strutting away with quiet muttering. He watched her sit back down in her seat and continue eating her lunch as her words finally settled in. That son of a bitch. His jaw clenched and he found his appetite for a snack gone, irritation rolling over him like a wave.
Leaving the cafeteria and heading down the hallway, he made eye contact with a puzzle Guzman. The boy opened his mouth to speak but (Y/N) simply pressed the bag against his chest, barely checking to see if he had a hold on them before releasing his grip and turning the corner, heading right for the lockerroom and showers where he knew Patrick would be after gym class. He threw the door open, the sound of it causing many of the guys changing to flinch or curse in surprise. They only took one look at him before scurrying to get the rest of their clothes on, some still dripping with water as they quickly left the locker room. Patrick slowly rubbed a towel into his drenched hair, his eyes flickering between the door and his face.
"What's wrong?"
"Why is your sister saying I'm your boyfriend?" He almost snapped at him, teeth grinding together when Patrick's eyes widened with realization. He cursed softly under his breath, eyes squeezing shut and a heavy sigh escaping him. "You crossed a line. I told you we were just hooking up, nothing more, nothing less."
"Let me explain, (Y/N). Last Friday, Benjamín saw when I kissed you in the parking lot and he- he asked about it, about us, and Ari overheard so then she started asking and- and I panicked, okay? I lied and told them we were dating." Patrick explained, voice stammering as he crossed the distance. He raised his hands toward (Y/N)'s face but the teen tilted his head away, leaving Patrick to drop his arms in defeat. "It's fine, (Y/N). We're both single, aren't we? What's the harm in a little lie?"
"A little lie would be saying that it was just a dare or a challenge. A little lie would be saying that he must've seen wrong, that he was mistaken." (Y/N) crossed his arms and leaned against the locker behind him, his narrowed eyes digging into Patrick. "You can't lie about being in a relationship with someone, Patrick. People ask questions, they notice shit. Ari thought I was 'cheating' on you or planning to with Cayetana."
"What- What would make her think that?" Patrick's brows furrowed, taking a step back to rummage through his locker and begin getting dressed.
"It doesn't matter what she thinks she saw, what matters is why she felt like she needed to confront me about it. She's your sister, I get it. Carla would've done the same if she thought I was getting cheated on. Hell, she might've done worse. And that's exactly why I don't need your sisters or your asshole dad getting into my business. We're not together. Tell them or I will."
Patrick's lips pursed and he inhaled heavily through his nose, tugging up his briefs and slipping on the button-up before he turned to face him. "Why does it bother you so much? We could be together, don't you think? We have the same friends, we go to the same clubs, our parents would get along. We'd be perfect. Besides... no offense but a girl like Cayetana would only hurt your family's reputation, no?"
The audacity of the Blancos was astonishing, admirable even. (Y/N) snorted, and then laughed, lifting a hand to his face to rub his forehead as more laughter shook his shoulders. "Oh, Patrick.." He sighed and dropped his hand, lips curled upward. "Don't tell me you caught feelings."
"So what if I did? We don't pick and choose who we fall in love with."
"Love? You think you're in love with me? Look, I get it. My family comes from money, we own a fancy winery, and everyone likes to call me Marquess. Your daddy probably gave his approval 'cause he thinks he'll be set for life if we're together. Obviously we're compatible when it comes to sex so you think that means we're perfect for each other." (Y/N) dropped his arms and took slow steps forward until he stood in front of Patrick, his hands lifting to grab Patrick's jaw and hold it. "And maybe it would make sense for us to be together. But I'd have to love you for it to work, and I don't even like you. You're whiny, spoiled, demanding and you can't take no for an answer. You're like a damn leech who won't quit. The only reason I even paid attention to you was because you wouldn't leave Ander alone, even after he told you he wanted nothing to do with you."
Patrick's jaw clenched under his fingertips, his bright blue eyes igniting. "I don't believe you. I don't believe you don't feel anything-"
"You're boring me with this love bullshit, Patrick. I don't like being bored. If you knew anything about me, you'd know you're not the type I go for. Marina, Valerio... they're nothing like you... they're more like your sister, Mencia, actually. If only she weren't so interested in Rebeka... it would've been fun playing with her instead." (Y/N) tightened his grip on his jaw, feeling Patrick tense. A flicker of jealousy appeared in his eyes. "She's persistent but at least she knows when to back off. All you know how to do is throw yourself at people until they're forced to give you what you want. It's pathetic, honestly, but at least it's funny to watch."
"(Y/N)," Guzman's familiar voice echoed through the empty locker room followed by a sharp whistle to fully get his attention. (Y/N) craned his head to look back at him, watching him nod toward the doors. "Come on, leave him. You made your point."
Releasing Patrick, (Y/N) backed off and headed toward the dirty blonde, slinging one arm around his waist casually. Guzman sent him a disapproving look as he slipped his arm around his shoulder but (Y/N) tilted his head back to look at Patrick with a grin. "See you in class, Pat. Might want to take care of your little friend downstairs first, though." He laughed and let Guzman drag him out of the room.
