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Patrick and Izzy, Sitting In a Tree
8 reviews...doing their Chemistry homework. It's a short chapter, but it WILL hold you over until the next one!
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Life had improved in the two weeks that passed after the drink incident. Pete had managed to convince the club owner to fire Paul, even without evidence and Joe and Patrick returned to school. I became the protector of Patrick shortly after that, due to the teases he got about his new found crush on his chemistry partner, who remained anonymous. Today, I had been promoted at the coffee shop and now was a co-manager, which just meant I now had the authority to hire and fire people whenever I pleased. Though, even without my creep ‘drug dealing’ boss around, I felt pressured to do my job correctly. An interview was scheduled for today, to cover Joe’s position, as he had switched to part-time. I was at the point that I was more nervous than my potential co-workers would be. At 3pm, Joe called, and announced he and Patrick would be at the shop around 4 and at 3:30, the bell above the door chimed. I glanced up from my paperwork and coffee to see a frazzled blonde making her way through the shop. Her school bag hung from her elbow and multiple books were balanced not so delicately in her left hand. I moved around the counter to help her, but the instant she saw what I was attempting to do, the books toppled along with most of her paperwork.
“Oh lord,” she mumbled and immediately fell to her knees and franticly began pushing the papers together into one giant pile. I couldn’t help but smile and sink to her level, wordlessly helping her with her troubles.
“You wouldn’t happen to be Izzy would you?” I asked and right away her cheeks flared up in embarrassment.
“Oh well,” her British accent was strong as she stammered. “I am, actually. I’m here for the interview, though I think I’ve already shot that out of the picture,”
I shook my head and continued to help her collect her belongings until we were standing yet again. Walking back to my post behind the counter, I observed her steady walk towards me.
“Don’t worry Izzy,” I assured and brought out her application. “You’re a student, correct?”
Izzy nodded as this and placed her things on one of the bar stools before taking a seat herself. “I’m a…” she placed a finger to her mouth; dumbfounded it seemed by her own train of thought.
“Senior?” I guessed. Izzy’s blonde locks fell forward as she nodded eagerly.
“You’ll have to excuse me but my parents and I just relocated here from Leicester back in the UK,” she sighed, probably home-sick. “It’s hard adjusting to an American school when you know nobody,”
“Well you know me,” I grinned and thought of my own arrival to Chicago. “I myself have been in Chicago for like, a month and I was ambushed on my first Friday here,”
Izzy laughed at this but glanced down at the application that was in my hands.
“I’d really appreciate this job,” she looked back up at me and her expression faltered. “I think that it’d help you out and my social life at the same time,” she smirked slightly. “My parents would get off my back about finding independence as well,”
I nodded and placed everything back into a file.
“Well that’s enough convincing for me,” Izzy beamed and straightened her posture in the chair. “You’re hired,”
Izzy squealed in delight and clapped her hands together for a moment.
“Ooh! I’m so excited,”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiastic personality, but quickly darted my eyes to the entrance as the jingle rang through the café yet again. Joe entered at first and beamed his energetic smile at me before turning around and grabbing Patrick who seemed hesitant to step in. With his hand around Patrick’s arm, Joe yanked him over to us, and things got awkward quickly.
“Iz-” Patrick gulped and his eyes widened into giant blue saucers. “Izzy?!” he yelped. Izzy offered a smile and turned in the seat towards him.
“Hi Patrick,” she tilted her head to one side and bashfully tucked her hair behind her ears. “What are you doing here?” she asked softly.
At this, Joe looked at me and we both wiggled our eyebrows suggestively, sharing a moment of humor. Patrick seemed to catch this and glared momentarily at my expression.
“I was going to ask you the same,” he mumbled, leaning on the counter, more for support it seemed to me. Izzy laughed innocently and me nervously.
“Well,” she took quick look at my name tag and I thought back to the fact I had never introduced myself. “Ee-vee,” I flattened my eyebrows as she mispronounced it.
“Eh-vee,” Joe corrected. Izzy clenched her teeth in discomfiture but continued on in her explanation.
“Evie hired me to work here, so I guess you’ll be seeing me in Chemistry as well as after school,” she pursed her lips together as Patrick’s eyes continued to widen. “You are friends, am I right?” she pointed a finger at me and moved it between Joe and Patrick, connecting us all together. Joe nodded and nudged me, as we had both caught the whole Chemistry thing. Joe decided it would be funny to mess with Patrick.
“Wow, you two have chemistry,” he joked. Patrick skewed his mouth to the side and I watched as one of his hands balled up in a fist. Izzy nodded a bright smile on her face.
“Yes, we do,” she titled her head in his direction. “I didn’t catch your name,”
“His name is Joe,” Patrick interjected Joe’s limelight and reached over to take my wrist and drag me away. “Excuse us,” he mumbled and once we were out of ear shot he franticly shifted his eyes from me to Izzy where she was getting taught the ropes already by Joe.
“What is wrong, Patrick?” I watched as he sighed and looked down, the bill of his hat covering his expression fully.
“You can’t hire her, Ev,” he looked up and I saw how unnaturally nervous he was. “I can’t deal with seeing her out of a school setting and having to be… friendly to her when I can barely be… chemistry partners with her,”
I simply let my eyebrows pop up in amazement. Patrick was one nervous wreck (HUH!)* and I had never really met anyone who acted as skittish as he.
“You have it bad Patrick,” I spoke. Patrick grew anxious again and he raised his arms up slightly.
“You think!?” he announced, a little louder than he needed to. He took a deep breath and I gulped as he closed his eyes in thought.
“Patrick,” I calmly started. “You think maybe this could help?” I looked over at Izzy who was enjoying Joe’s antics of the ‘correct way of mopping’. “You would win her over with the help of Joe and me,” Patrick’s mouth turned into a frown.
“Ev…” he pleaded. “I…” I cut him off before he could complain.
“She wants to be accepted, and have friends and frankly, I want to be her friend so you need to just face the facts, Patrick,” I hated being so strict, but sometimes it was the only way through his thick skull. I found my words getting through as he sighed, his shoulders slumping and his bottom lip protruding.
“Fine,” he simply said and crossed his arms across his chest. “But if you make an ass out of me, I’m going to…” I laughed before he could finish and stole his hat, placing it on my head and backing away as he began to reach forward for it.
“You couldn’t do anything to me Patrick, you love me too much,” Patrick glared one last time, and I quickly tossed his hat back before gazing back at Izzy who seemed to watching the exchange the entire time, her eyes following Patrick as he walked back over to where Joe was waiting for him at the front door. As the door jingled, signifying their decent, I leaned on one hip and smiled deviously.
I was a matchmaker and I had a plan.
**
*Sorry, I had to. N-n-nervous wreck, HUH!
“Oh lord,” she mumbled and immediately fell to her knees and franticly began pushing the papers together into one giant pile. I couldn’t help but smile and sink to her level, wordlessly helping her with her troubles.
“You wouldn’t happen to be Izzy would you?” I asked and right away her cheeks flared up in embarrassment.
“Oh well,” her British accent was strong as she stammered. “I am, actually. I’m here for the interview, though I think I’ve already shot that out of the picture,”
I shook my head and continued to help her collect her belongings until we were standing yet again. Walking back to my post behind the counter, I observed her steady walk towards me.
“Don’t worry Izzy,” I assured and brought out her application. “You’re a student, correct?”
Izzy nodded as this and placed her things on one of the bar stools before taking a seat herself. “I’m a…” she placed a finger to her mouth; dumbfounded it seemed by her own train of thought.
“Senior?” I guessed. Izzy’s blonde locks fell forward as she nodded eagerly.
“You’ll have to excuse me but my parents and I just relocated here from Leicester back in the UK,” she sighed, probably home-sick. “It’s hard adjusting to an American school when you know nobody,”
“Well you know me,” I grinned and thought of my own arrival to Chicago. “I myself have been in Chicago for like, a month and I was ambushed on my first Friday here,”
Izzy laughed at this but glanced down at the application that was in my hands.
“I’d really appreciate this job,” she looked back up at me and her expression faltered. “I think that it’d help you out and my social life at the same time,” she smirked slightly. “My parents would get off my back about finding independence as well,”
I nodded and placed everything back into a file.
“Well that’s enough convincing for me,” Izzy beamed and straightened her posture in the chair. “You’re hired,”
Izzy squealed in delight and clapped her hands together for a moment.
“Ooh! I’m so excited,”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiastic personality, but quickly darted my eyes to the entrance as the jingle rang through the café yet again. Joe entered at first and beamed his energetic smile at me before turning around and grabbing Patrick who seemed hesitant to step in. With his hand around Patrick’s arm, Joe yanked him over to us, and things got awkward quickly.
“Iz-” Patrick gulped and his eyes widened into giant blue saucers. “Izzy?!” he yelped. Izzy offered a smile and turned in the seat towards him.
“Hi Patrick,” she tilted her head to one side and bashfully tucked her hair behind her ears. “What are you doing here?” she asked softly.
At this, Joe looked at me and we both wiggled our eyebrows suggestively, sharing a moment of humor. Patrick seemed to catch this and glared momentarily at my expression.
“I was going to ask you the same,” he mumbled, leaning on the counter, more for support it seemed to me. Izzy laughed innocently and me nervously.
“Well,” she took quick look at my name tag and I thought back to the fact I had never introduced myself. “Ee-vee,” I flattened my eyebrows as she mispronounced it.
“Eh-vee,” Joe corrected. Izzy clenched her teeth in discomfiture but continued on in her explanation.
“Evie hired me to work here, so I guess you’ll be seeing me in Chemistry as well as after school,” she pursed her lips together as Patrick’s eyes continued to widen. “You are friends, am I right?” she pointed a finger at me and moved it between Joe and Patrick, connecting us all together. Joe nodded and nudged me, as we had both caught the whole Chemistry thing. Joe decided it would be funny to mess with Patrick.
“Wow, you two have chemistry,” he joked. Patrick skewed his mouth to the side and I watched as one of his hands balled up in a fist. Izzy nodded a bright smile on her face.
“Yes, we do,” she titled her head in his direction. “I didn’t catch your name,”
“His name is Joe,” Patrick interjected Joe’s limelight and reached over to take my wrist and drag me away. “Excuse us,” he mumbled and once we were out of ear shot he franticly shifted his eyes from me to Izzy where she was getting taught the ropes already by Joe.
“What is wrong, Patrick?” I watched as he sighed and looked down, the bill of his hat covering his expression fully.
“You can’t hire her, Ev,” he looked up and I saw how unnaturally nervous he was. “I can’t deal with seeing her out of a school setting and having to be… friendly to her when I can barely be… chemistry partners with her,”
I simply let my eyebrows pop up in amazement. Patrick was one nervous wreck (HUH!)* and I had never really met anyone who acted as skittish as he.
“You have it bad Patrick,” I spoke. Patrick grew anxious again and he raised his arms up slightly.
“You think!?” he announced, a little louder than he needed to. He took a deep breath and I gulped as he closed his eyes in thought.
“Patrick,” I calmly started. “You think maybe this could help?” I looked over at Izzy who was enjoying Joe’s antics of the ‘correct way of mopping’. “You would win her over with the help of Joe and me,” Patrick’s mouth turned into a frown.
“Ev…” he pleaded. “I…” I cut him off before he could complain.
“She wants to be accepted, and have friends and frankly, I want to be her friend so you need to just face the facts, Patrick,” I hated being so strict, but sometimes it was the only way through his thick skull. I found my words getting through as he sighed, his shoulders slumping and his bottom lip protruding.
“Fine,” he simply said and crossed his arms across his chest. “But if you make an ass out of me, I’m going to…” I laughed before he could finish and stole his hat, placing it on my head and backing away as he began to reach forward for it.
“You couldn’t do anything to me Patrick, you love me too much,” Patrick glared one last time, and I quickly tossed his hat back before gazing back at Izzy who seemed to watching the exchange the entire time, her eyes following Patrick as he walked back over to where Joe was waiting for him at the front door. As the door jingled, signifying their decent, I leaned on one hip and smiled deviously.
I was a matchmaker and I had a plan.
**
*Sorry, I had to. N-n-nervous wreck, HUH!
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