“Why not?!” I almost scream as I yank the jeans Patrick gave me up before pulling the shirt over my head. “You are the most complicated person I have ever met! The one moment I think you like me, and the next you push me away. But then you tell me you had sex with Jaycee, who’s a prostitute!”
I look at Patrick with as most hatred I can muster even though I can see his face fall completely with the mention of Jaycee’s name.
“What did you say?” he asks steadying himself against the shower door.
“I said I can’t believe you won’t have sex with me, but you would do Jaycee. Some cheap slut that gets paid for sucking off other men,” I say. I know I am sounding like a child, and I know this is not my business, but a part of me wishes that Patrick will take this story and tell the entire school, the same way Jaycee did with my big secret.