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Patrick

I didn’t know who it was, I just turned around and saw a black and white jersey (the highest on the food chain.) and ran for it. Calvin wasn’t fast enough.
“Sorry!” I yelled back I made it back to the clearing that Alex and i kissed, hoping to find her I looked at the same tree that we kissed each other (how beautiful it was). I peered through the tree’s branches. Patrick was leaning up against Alex, who was looking repulsed, moving in for the thing that I wanted most (and got) from Alex.
“Oh, hell no!” I growled at Patrick.
He stopped, looked at me, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
I stared in coldest fury at Patrick, clenching my teeth so hard together I thought I would pull a muscle in my jaw.
I grabbed the front of his sweatshirt, his grin disappeared.
I dare you to try that again, Patrick, you little bastard.” I growled, but quietly enough into his ear so only Him and i could hear.
I dropped him, pointed out of the clearing, and mouthed: GO!

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