Chapter 11

Pat

My French assignment is littered around my bed. I hate French. Ok. Hate is a harsh word, but I don’t just like language as a subject. It makes it so hard to study it as you improve, getting harder at each step you take.

But that’s not the reason why I’m biting my pen. Mom had told me to keep my phone away when I do my assignments, but I don’t do that. I scroll up and down our chat, not really looking at the words, waiting for his response. I thought he responds like lightning, especially in the evening when he’s not that busy. Now it’s taking forever.

He told me he didn’t have a girlfriend. Well, I don’t know why I’m thinking about him getting a girlfriend now. I slap my forehead hard.

“Get a grip on yourself, Pat!” I whisper loudly.

It’s surprising how we just clicked. I don’t easily trust people that are just getting to know me. But then I told him I needed a job, and I am seriously looking for one. I even asked him to help me search for one. Even