Leave it in the Past

"This is a nice place you have." I said, taking in Leddy's apartment. It was cute and cozy. It was definitely smaller a lot than Patrick's.

"It's not much, but I don't really need much space for only one person." He said, shrugging. I could see what he meant, he had no need to get a huge place.

"I like it." I said with a smile. He grinned.

"Want a drink?" He offered, getting out the vodka.

"Yes, please." I sat down on his couch and watched him mix us some drinks. I was glad that I had left with him. While I was waiting I got out my iPhone and checked my messages. 2 from Patrick and one from Erica. I sighed and read Erica's first.

Erica: "Have fun & be safe babe!" I smiled, glad that she had encouraged me to come home with Leddy tonight.

Patrick: "Please come back."

Patrick: "Peyt I really need to talk to you." I groaned and slammed my phone down, completely forgetting I wasn't alone.

"Something wrong Peyton?" Leddy asked. He looked genuinely concerned.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I'm alright." I lied. Patrick always pulled crap like this. He was so overprotective when it came to me and boys.

"You sure?" He asked, bringing over our drinks. He handed me my drink.

"Yeah. Patrick's just being really stupid." I admitted taking a sip.

"How?"

"He's just super overprotective and acts like he's my brother or something." I said. I was a little angry.

"Why?"

"That's what I'm wondering. Honestly he tries to interfere with my life more than his own sister's. It's so annoying." I confessed. Leddy didn't really respond right away. He just looked at me, and he looked disappointed.

"How long has he been doing this?"

"At least since the beginning of high school."

"I think he likes you." He said. I cringed. I hated hearing those words. There was no way it could be true, so I really didn't understand why other people thought so.

"No, we're just friends." I replied, trying to remain calm.

"Peyton, with all due respect, I like you a lot. But I know when a guy likes a girl, and he doesn't even like you,-"

"Thank you for understand-"

"He loves you." Leddy looked dead serious.

"What! He can't. I'm not even his type!" I exclaimed.

"Peyton, just listen to me. I've been in love before. I know how weird guys act when they're in love. They have no idea what to do. I saw the way that he looked at us when we left. I saw his face when he introduced you, I see-"

"But you haven't known me more than 3 hours!"

"Yeah, but now it all makes sense to me. His face would always light up when he talked about you in the locker room, he was so excited for you to visit, and when we teased him about it he always blushed. Oh my god I'm an asshole. " He admitted. I sighed. Patrick managed to ruin another relationship for me.

"Leddy will you take me back to Patrick's?" I asked. I was pissed.

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Patrick’s POV

“You are an idiot.” Erica stated. Sometimes she could be downright annoying.

“Thanks. I hadn’t noticed.” I grumbled. I wished she would leave me alone. She had followed me out to the balcony the minute we got home. I just needed to think by myself.

“Look, you love Peyton, right?” She asked impatiently. I was about to deny it, but I knew that she already knew the answer.

“Yeah. So what?” I muttered.

“So what?!? Patrick, it’s kind of important!”

“Why does it matter? She doesn’t love me!”

“And how would you know that? Have you actually talked to her about it?”

“No. Why should I bother?!? Whenever people ask her if I’m with her, she automatically says no! She doesn’t even give it a second thought.”

“Well it is something she has had to say for over 10 years now. It’s kinda a routine by now!”

“Well, I just know she doesn’t.” I ran my hands through my hair, trying to process everything.

“Patrick! Grow a fucking pair and tell her! You don’t know until it comes out of her mouth!” Erica snapped. She got up from her chair abruptly and went back inside. I just sat there, wishing that I could tell Peyton everything. That she was beautiful. That she was the best thing to ever happen to me. That I couldn’t live without her. That I had loved her since high school. I sighed. If I did, could it ruin everything we had? Would I fuck it all up again? Would she laugh in my face? Would she be out of my life forever?

Notes

Hey guys, so this is kind of a bad ending to the chapter, but it leads into the next chapter really well! Well let me know what you think! Remember, suggestions are always wanted! Thanks! <3