Part 2: Chapter 9

Patrick's P. O. V

Looking for and finding Martin, I pulled him away from the crowd he was in, dragging him by the chest.

" Hey! What's wrong with you? Let me go!" He said, and I released him, forcing him to stagger backward.

" What was that for?" He asked, stunned. I huffed, running my hands through my hair.

" Why did you do that Olivia? Why did you threaten her?" I asked, and he stared at me, confused.

" Who's Olivia?"

" The girl you threatened yesterday, that's Olivia. " I replied.

" Oh... That bitch? Take it, easy man, it's not my fault. She was too uptight. " He replied, and I almost punched him in the face if not for the timely intervention of Randy.

" She's not a bitch, and this isn't New Jersey where you can get away with hitting on girls. Have some respect." I muttered through gritted teeth. " Let me go! " I mumbled to Randy before stomping out of the area.

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" I didn't expect you to do that." Came Sylvia's voice a while later. We had gone back to