the above is patrick's other wrist, seeing as the wolf in the woods tattoo was his whole arm and wrist.

I call in sick the next day at work. And the next day. And the next. If I'm not careful, I'll lose my only source of income besides inheritance. I only get, like, a thousand a month, so, in order to pay all of my bills, I have a job at McCoy's.

"Kaleb, man, this isn't healthy. You need to get out and do something," Gabe tries to persuade me. I roll my eyes at his persistence. He knocks on my door every day, but I refuse to let him in.

"Yeah, bye," I say, hanging the phone up. I'm glad he isn't here in person to confront me and threaten to kick my ass unless I get up.

I hear fumbling with the door handle before Gabriel Saporta walks through the door, holding the extra key I gave him up. "You thought I forgot!" He exclaims, pointing at me. I sigh. Why me, God? Why me?

"Gabe, get out," I say with no emotion. I'm not in the mood.

Pete clearly made his choice between Rian and I. Not that I even had a chance with him, but still. If he knew who I really was, he'd punch me in the face for pretending to be someone I'm not. Shit.

"You smell like death. Go take a shower right the fuck now," Gabe commands, pointing at my bathroom door. I roll my eyes but get up anyways. I agree, I smell awful, but I'll never admit that.

"Thanks, mom," I say, stepping into the bathroom. As the hot water rolls down my back, the soap washing out of my hair, I have time to think.

How mad would he be when I told him who I really was? How surprised would he be? How fucking pissed would he be?

Somehow, I come up with 'very' to all of the above. I also come up with the fact that he wouldn't ever speak to me again. As Kaleb or Patrick. So, yeah, the only way he'll find out who I am is if he figures it out himself.

"Kaleb, get your ass out! Travie wants you at the bar as soon as possible! If you're not out and dressed in twenty, you're going to be late and lose your job," He warns me. I grab the conditioner and finish washing before going out with just a towel around my waist. "I probably don't tell you this enough, but you are literally hot as hell," Gabe calls out when I walk past him to get to my room.

"Fuck you," I say in a joking tone, pulling on a pair of black boxers along with my red skinny jeans. I have to walk back by him to get a t-shirt from the dryer, so he slaps my ass as I walk by. "Gabe!" I yell, turning around to scold him. He just laughs.

"I told you that you were hot," He says when I walk by, hands up like he's surrendering. I chose another v-neck. Great. "Hey, Spiderman, we have to leave," He calls out, looking at his watch.

I grab my phone and a pair of boots, slipping them on as I walk with him. He frowns at my hair choice, which I just combed back with my hands.

"That fucking blue hair will be the death of me," He mumbles, but I still catch it. I laugh and shake my head at him. "Literally, I'm going to fuck you or someone that looks like you before I die,"

"Shut up, Gabe," I say, rolling my eyes. He just smirks and kisses my cheek when we get to the bar, calling out, "I love you, honey. Have a good day,"

I flip him off when I get out, walking to the door with my hands in my pocket. I see Pete first, sitting at the bar. He's just sitting there, head in hands. I grab the same SnapBack I wear every time I work, the same few pieces of my hair sticking out.

"Pete, man, hey," I pat his back as I come by, stepping around to the other side of the counter. Pete finally looks up. His lip is busted, but the bruise that was on his cheek is faded, making it look like he just had some dirt or something on his face.

"Hi," He says, biting the side of his lip that isn't cut open. I feel horrible for not showing up to work for three days. "Where were you?"

"Sick. Didn't feel good at all," I say, and I'm not lying. My heart was killing me. I felt numb. Like I could conquer the world and still feel empty because I didn't have Pete.

"Oh, okay," He doesn't say anything else. But then his face turns into a deep frown.

"What's wrong?" I ask, elbows on the bar, leaning towards him. He leans back and looks into my eyes, like he's searching for something.

"Rian, uh, told me something interesting? I don't know whether to believe him or not," Pete says truthfully. Oh shit, what did Rian lie about?

"Can't be that bad. Tell me," I come around the bar and sit next to him. As much as I don't do my job, I shouldn't have one. I'm glad Travie isn't here right now.

"I, uh, Patrick?" He asks. My eyes go wide, and I sit there, motionless. "It's, uh, he's right, isn't he? You've been here all this time, pretending to be someone you aren't because of me," Pete concludes when I don't say anything. No, this isn't how I wanted him to find out. I didn't want anyone to tell him except me.

"Pete, I.." Is all I can say before he shakes his head and gets up, walking out. He doesn't even look back.

"Kaleb, come on, man. You haven't been here all week. Get your ass up and do something," Travie calls out, laughing to show that what he's saying isn't real.

I don't move. I sit there until Travie comes over and feels my forehead, tsking when he feels how hot I am. I really am sick now. Doctor's diagnosis? Broken heart.

"Gabie," Travie says into his phone. Wait, what? "Come get Mr. Robinson and take him to the doctor right the hell now," And then he hangs up. "Gabe will be here in about five to take you to the doctor,"

I still don't move or say a word. Not even when I get to the doctor. I can't explain to him what happened. I have a broken heart, and I know it.

He gives me some pills and sends me home, telling me to come back when I actually want to talk. I doubt I'll ever go back. I deserve to rot in hell for what I've done. I deserve to die for hurting Pete.