Ship: Andy/Patrick
Words: 429

"What about Patrick?" Pete asks me from his side of the table. I look across the cafeteria to see the blonde, bright blue eyes, soft smile. He's talking with Joe and Gerard and I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

"I'd totally do him." I sigh out, my mind a little fuzzy. I don't know why I say it but the moment it's out of my mouth I want to take it back, "I mean if he was a girl. Like I mean—"

Pete chuckles and smirks, "For a man of few words, you're not very smooth, Hurley."

I only look away, avoiding his eyes and clenching my jaw.

"Shut up."

"So Patrick Stump, eh? I'll have to see what I can do about that."

"Pete–" I start, but he's already getting up and leaving the table to head out the door.

And I'm terrified.

***

I set my notebook down on my lap, scrunching my lips to the side as I open my textbook and begin taking science notes, the only homework I've had in a while.

H(2)O = H(4)O(2)

Simple.

2H(2)O = H(4)O(2)

"Andy?"

I hum in reply, still working on my science homework. I assume it's Pete or Joe but as a hand taps my shoulder, asking for my attention, I quickly realize it's neither.

I look up and there's Patrick. I immediately feel my stomach knot up, tensely, and my hand grip my pencil tighter in nervousness but that's the only sign I let show.

"Hey." I say simply, my voice quiet.

He chuckles softly and kneels down, "Hey so... Pete talked to me..."

I open my mouth quickly, "Listen, Patrick, everything he said was bullshit, I'm sorry, I—"

He only presses his finger to my lips and runs his other hand up my thigh.

"I don't think he was lying." He whispers in my ear, my cheeks flushing a soft red, "And I think you really wanna fuck me."

I swallow, unable to say a word.

"Meet me in the gym after school, pretty boy?" He asks, "You can do whatever you want with me. Maybe a little more, hmm?"

I only stare into his bright blue eyes, eventually giving in and nodding.

He smirks, "See you later."

"U-uh.. you too..."

He gets up and leaves, brushing the grass from his jeans.

And I can't help but think how nice his ass is.

And then I feel excitement burst through my chest. This is gonna be a good day.