If it wasn't me >> Patrick

[olivia]

Olivia Warner was upset. It wasn't often that she was, either. Most of the time she was her bubbly, overly bitchy self. If she ever felt angry or whatnot she would merely glance over pictures in a gossip magazine and feel recharged. But, a gossip magazine could not fix how she was feeling tonight. For some reason she didn't have a party mood going on. It felt like one of those movie and no butter popcorn kind of nights. Maybe she should invite Jenna over and see if she wasn't feeling like partying ever. Liv picked up her phone to call, but then thought about what B would say. She would be pissed.

So, party time it was.Like any time she was leaving the house, Olivia spent at least two hours dolling herself up. She spent almost an hour trying to decide between wearing a red dress or a red top, and another half hour wondering if she should wear black. Those were two very elementary colors in her wardrobe, both great party outfits. It took her phone to ring for her to finally realize that she needed to get going. Finally, Olivia threw on a red top and a black skirt to meet in the middle.

Olivia entered the party unsure of what was going to happen. But, as soon as she passed through the door she saw that the party hadn't yet started. Oh well, she was there to give this party a kick in the arse. With a smile she walked through the room and planted herself near some drinks. She scanned the room, looking for her main posse. She hadn't seen anyone of importance yet, and was a bit discouraged. Usually, the parties her and the girls attended were crazy. She smiled a little thinking of all the insane memories they had created. Perhaps she should have arrived later, and acted like she had other things to do. The truth is, she really hadn't.

It wasn't because she didn't have a place in the school hierarchy, because she did. Not many people wanted to anger the school gossip because they knew that she had dirt. If Olivia had learned anything at all in history class, it was that people received power was through intimidation. Sure, that was a very dictatorship-esque stance on leadership, but high school was a dictatorship in some ways. Olivia grabbed herself a drink and sipped at the cup lightly. She wasn't really looking to get wild until someone she cared about walked through that door, so for now she would pretend to be busy and glare at anyone she deemed unworthy attempting to speak to her.

Hopefully, this wasn't going to be a bust. Olivia didn't doubt B's ability to throw a party at all, but she wasn't really in the party mood. Perhaps she needed something special to happen for her to change her mind about the event.

[PATRICK CONNER PATTISON]

Patch was sulking. There was really no other word for it. There was a party going on around him (or at least the beginnings of a party) and he was sitting in a beanbag sulking into his cup. Normally, the idea of a party was one that pleased the boy. He loved being around a ton of people at once. Mainly because he assumed they were all hanging from his every word, which wasn’t always the case but no need to tell him that. Anyway, normally he was in the centre of things at a party. Half an hour ago, in fact, his spirits had been high and he had been amped for the party. The boy had been bouncing around his bedroom (blaring music I can’t mention if he wants people to stop calling him gay) getting ready. Then Gabe had shown up and ruined everything. It had been tense between the pair to say the least, but they were still best friend had had decided to go to the party together.

That was a normal thing for them really. The boys often went places together. There was no way someone could turn that into proof of Patch’s sexuality. Well.. they could try, but it wasn’t as suss some of the other activities he had been taking part in recently. Anyway. It wasn’t so much Gabe’s presence that had put a damper on the boy’s spirits. No, it had been his best friend’s words that had upset him. Patch had been standing in his front hall, checking out his hair in the hall mirror. Something, actually, that his mother did before leaving the house. Anyway, he had been fixing his hair- making sure his side-swept bangs were just right while Gabe waited for them to leave. The blonde wasn’t sure if it was because Gabe was being impatient, or just plain mean, but the darker boy had told his friend that his hair looked fine ‘if you want it to look like the biebs’.

Now, the boy was rather sensitive about his hair. Well, about a lot of things but his hair being one of them. So after that comment, Patch had glared at his best friend and stalked out past him to the car. And now he has been pouting ever since. Even now that they were at the party and Gabe had gone in search of someone who wasn’t pouting or whatever. Eh. Who cared. He didn’t need Gabe to have a good night... And his hair looked awesome! Looking up from his cup, Patch noticed a new addition to the room. Hmm. Olivia Warner. She was pretty. Patch had always thought so. Also.. She was honest. She’d tell him that his hair looked hot right? Chicks loved his hair. Well, at least in his own mind chicks loved his hair. In fact, in his own mind everyone loved his hair and everything about him. Gabe was just a straight hater.

Placing his cup aside, Patch got up from the bean-bag. Straightening his button-up shirt as he did. The boy was about to move over to the girl when he stopped himself. He should probably double-check his hair first right? Like, it would kinda suck if it magically got less awesome between now and the last time he had seen it in the mirror. Running his fingers through his fringe, the boy looked for some sort of reflective surface. Finding a glass cabinet, he moved over to it and lowered himself so he could check out his hair. After fussing for a few minutes, he decided that his hair was amazing- as always. Giving himself a wink, he turned away from the cabinet and sauntered over to Olivia. Flashing the brunette a grin, he cocked his head to the side. “So, scale of simply amazing to downright fantastic, how good does my hair look?”

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[olivia]

Olivia was used to be going to parties and being fawned over. Whether it was by some random guy or that one time she went to some nerd's "party" and their parents spent a half hour telling her how pretty she was. So naturally it was surprising when no one had approached Olivia since she had arrived. There she was, totally vulnerable and without any of her girlfriends. If some loser came up to her wanting to get some and try to secure their status by trying to get her now would be the time. She glanced around the room once more before taking another swig of her drink and kicking the wall behind her with her hell. This was getting ridiculous.

She glanced down at her freshly painted nails. They were a bright fuchsia color and reminded her of the flowers in her grandmother's garden. A smile flashed across her lips before she frowned and decided that she didn't like it anymore. However, that was how Olivia was. She could be your best friend one day and your worst enemy the next. One could say that this was normal behavior for a teenager but Olivia took it to another level. She remembered grade school and how she made a girl cry by pretending to be her friend and then "accidentally" dumping her lunch on her. It had been a glorious moment for her, a coming out of being a bitch.

Ever since then Olivia had prided herself on the ways that she could ruin other people's lives. Whether it had been a click of the mouse or a whisper in the hallway, she knew just what to say to make someone run home crying to their mother. It was a power that she possessed, but didn't often use wisely. If Olivia was smarter she would use her prowess to do more productive things, but instead she enjoyed the pettiness of high school drama and how it would scar some of these kids for the rest of their lives.

With a large sigh, Olivia glanced around the room again hoping that something had changed. Not much. Just some kid in the corner picking his nose. She scrunched her face in disgust and wondered where the heck all of the hot guys were. She had had a conversation with Flick earlier about the lack of man candy in Capeside and couldn't help wondering if maybe that conversation wasn't just a joke. Perhaps there really was a lack of real, sexy man in this town. She was about to put down her drink and look for her friends when she noticed Patrick Pattison. She was surprised that he wasn't with his friend Gabe, but also a little relived. Perhaps those rumors of him being gay were false?

Olivia hoped so. There was something him that sparked her interest- not just his popularity or good looks, but something special. She noticed him putting his cup aside and wondered if he was going to talk to her. She was somewhat afraid that he was going to leave to find his friend, and in the back of her mind she told herself that it was the truth. However, Olivia was going to withstand judgement with him. Besides, if he was gay she had ways to turn him straight. She noticed him disappear for a moment, but then saw him walk towards her. She smiled a little, and flicked her hair out of her face.

As soon as he approached her she was about to say something when he asked her about his hair. Olivia was less than impressed. "On a scale of one to back lot dump, how bad was that pick-up line?", she retorted with a sour look. She expected him to immediately compliment her hair and makeup, not his own. However, she sheepishly admitted to herself that his hair did look mighty fantastic.

[PATRICK CONNER PATTISON]

Patch frowned at Olivia. Pick up line? Confusion washed over the young man. He hadn’t been trying to use a pick up line though? Why was the girl assuming he was? Patch couldn’t understand why people always took him the wrong way when he talked about his hair? Was it so hard to believe that he was legitimately concerned about the way his hair looked? People seemed to like to mock him for it, or assume he was joking or had some sort of ulterior motive when he brought up his hair. Why though? His hair was important to him! The young man was getting highly annoyed at the fact that everyone seemed to take such an important issue so lightly! First Gabe, and now Olivia. Did they not know that a bad-hair day could completely ruin even the most awesome outfit? Why was it just so hard for these people to understand!

The more he thought about the whole thing, the more the frown on his features turned into a pout. All he’d wanted was just a small little pick-me-up after feeling so depressed over Gabe’s nasty comments. Perhaps that’s where he had gone wrong though. Olivia wasn’t exactly known for being sensitive with other people’s feelings. If he’d wanted someone to hug him and tell him he was gorgeous and that Gabe was just jealous of his amazing hair. However, Olivia’s opinion was very well valued throughout the school. Perhaps because a lot of people didn’t want to get the brunette of side, for fear she’d find out all their secrets and spread them around. Whatever the reason though, Olivia had a lot of clout in their social circles. Besides, she had been there, and Patch hadn’t really been in the mood to go searching for anyone else in case he ran into Gabe. That would have just made things worse.

Folding his arms over his chest, the young man continued to pout as he looked at Olivia. “It wasn’t a pick up line..” He informed her, like a petulant child chastising an adult. “If I wanted to use a pick up line it would have been much better than that, thank you very much!” Turning away from the brunette, he continued to pout. Not only had she not confirmed that his hair looked amazing, but she had insinuated that he didn’t have any good pick up lines. Why was everyone being so mean to him tonight? Was it like national make fun of Patch day or something? Well, he wished that he’d gotten the memo on that one so he could have just stayed at home with his video games or something. At least they wouldn’t insult him. Though knowing his luck there would probably be too much lag to play or something horrible like that. Stupid lag.

Biting his lip, Patch let out a breath and turned back to Olivia. The pout back on his features. “I just wanted to know if my hair looked good.. That was all..” Came his sad, rather pathetic mumble. She was probably going to make fun of him now wasn’t she? Just like everyone else seemed to be so good at doing. God, why was the world so cruel?

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[olivia]

Olivia was one of those girls that didn't really give a thought to being kind to people. There were people who walked the streets and said hello and gave the homeless money. Well, dear Olivia would probably laugh and tell everyone they look horrible. That was just her personality. Perhaps the way she was raised was a factor in her blunt nature- her mother had never cheered her on and told her she was beautiful so Olivia never considered returning the favor to someone else. Even to her family and friends, she never quite held back. Perhaps that's why many people were leery of socializing with her.

So naturally, Olivia was confused when Patrick began to pout. Why were people always so angry at her when she told the truth? As a child, everyone was taught to never lie and Olivia always took that to heart. Well, not really. But, she did believe lying to someone about them having a cute outfit or a small ass was as much a lie as treason against your country. Olivia didn't believe that not having a filter was a bad thing, and always thought that no matter what their reaction people agreed with her critique and thoroughly enjoyed her honesty. Perhaps she was wrong? However, Patrick was someone who was in her social circle, and for that reason she did feel a little bad about making him upset.

She listened to him defend himself and was surprised when he said that he was trying to use a pick up line. Her first thought was questioning someone who went up to a beautiful girl like herself and not using a pick-up line. But, Patrick Pattison wasn't like anyone she had ever met. But then, he turned away from her, still pouting. Olivia was a bit offended and wanted to say something clever back, but she honestly had no words. "Er, sorry." Well, that was a first. Olivia Warner speechless? She was shocked herself. "I'm actually relived you weren't using a pick up line, because that was one of the worst that I had ever heard", she answered with a slight giggle.

When he turned back around and mentioned just wanting to know how his hair looked, Olivia sighed. "To be honest, it's sticking up a little on one side." With a slight reach, Olivia smoothed the side of his head and returned back to her position. She didn't think of asking him whether or not she wanted to fix it because Olivia believe that everyone wanted to be touched by her. She was one of the hottest and most popular teenagers in Capeside, after all. "There, now you can be seen with me." She wore a triumphant look on her face and glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed her presence yet. No such luck.

Olivia glanced back at Patrick and took another sip of her cup. "Where's Gabe? You're always around him", she questioned with a raised eyebrow. She hadn't noticed that the blonde wasn't without his sidekick before now, and it was a weird sight.

[PATRICK CONNER PATTISON]

Patch felt his face fall even further as Olivia passed her judgement on his hair. But.. but.. He’d worked so hard on it! Before Gabe had decided to be a bitch, Patch had actually spent the better part of an hour (give or take) perfecting his look. He’d changed his clothes enough times to collect a pile of discarded clothes on his bed that would rival any pile a girl trying to work out what to wear. Then he had used a vast collection of male beauty products to make sure he looked his best. Of course, the blonde had been very careful to hide the products before Gabe had come over. God knows that would have just been teasing and taunting waiting to happen. In all the years that the boys had known each other, there were certain things Patrick still hid from his best friend as an act of self preservation. Gabe would eat him alive if he knew some things.

As Olivia reached out to fix his hair, Patch perked up. Her hand was soft, smooth.. Very different to Gabe’s and in that moment, he was glad for it. The sandy haired teen tilted his head a little into her touch. Letting out a content sigh. To be honest, he would not have complained at all if she had decided to just continue to stroke his hair like that. It was soothing, honestly. Perhaps it was for the same reason an anxious puppy always seemed to be calmed by gentle strokes to the head. If that likened him to him an animal than whatever. He was enjoying himself. Patch had been in such a messed up and confused place lately that it was just really nice to have someone be nice to him. Even if it was just simply to fix his hair. That small gesture was pretty nice for someone like Olivia. She wasn’t normally the gentle type.

The boy refrained from whimpering as she removed her hand from his hair. However instead of pouting again, he simply smiled his thanks to her. While he trusted her judgement in what looked good, he couldn’t help but glance around for some sort of reflective surface to check. It was like some sort of compulsion he had, to always be checking on his hair. He stopped in his search though, as Olivia brought up Gabe. The young man rolled his eyes dramatically. Frown forming on his lips. “I’m not his keeper!” He half snapped. Why did people always assume that they always came in pairs? They weren’t like, attached at the hip or anything. “Besides..” he added, his tone highly sulky. “Gabe’s a knob. Why would I care where he is.” Folding his arms over his chest he glared around the room. Where was Gabe anyway? Probably looking up with some loser of a guy or something.

Patch shuddered inwardly. That was not a pleasant thought. Normally, he didn’t spare any thoughts for who Gabe hooked up with if he could avoid it. Unless Gabe liked to bring it up. In that case he attempted to stop the other boy from giving too many details. However now though, Patch couldn’t help but picture his best friend kissing some random blonde guy and a pang of annoyance shot through him. Biting the inside of his lip, Patch turned his attention back to Olivia. Who needed that jerk when he was with a pretty girl anyway? Attempting to pull a charming smile to his features, he stepped towards the girl. Part of him hoping that Gabe was watching. “Well, now that I look respectable enough to be around you, can I get you a drink?” He raised an eyebrow, trying to look as appealing as he could.

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