Three | Regenerate the Hate | Pete Wentz

"Well, I live here."
"In Chicago? When did that happen?"
"Forever ago, and what are you doing here mister? Aren't you supposed to be in school or something?"
"Well yeah, but I didn't really feel like going in today. I had things distracting me..."
"Hmm, so where were you going to then?"
"Uh a little diner up the ways here. I was going to talk to Pe-...uh someone."
"You were going to say Pete weren't you?"
"How did you know dear?"
Kelly crossed her arms and looked over her shoulder to make sure Pete wasn't there. Thankfully, he didn't follow her out of the diner. "I was just talking to him, is how I know he's there."
"Really? How did that go?"
"Let's just say I would really rather not talk about it anytime soon..."
"Oh, he lost his temper, didn't he?"
Kelly nodded and tried to keep the tears that were forming behind her eyes back.
"There's no need to cry dear," Patrick said trying to comfort Kelly by patting her shoulder.
"I'm fine," Kelly said, while trying to inconspicuously wipe the tears from her eyes.
"Stop trying to kid yourself Kelly, you're really upset. And I know the one thing to fix it."
"And what would that be Mr. Stump?"
"Spending a day with a friend and catching up with them," Patrick said now wearing a little smile and trying to lift Kelly's chin so she was facing him.
"Are you sure? I don't want to ruin your already made plans," Kelly started to say.
But Patrick put a finger to Kelly's lips to make her quiet. "Shh," he then dialed a number on his cell phone. "Yeah, I'm not going to be able to make it today because it seems like I forgot to do something and my mom won't stop harassing me until it's done...So, I'll see you tomorrow at school then? That's cool, bye," Patrick closed his phone. "Are you ready to go?"
"Where would we go to?"
Patrick shrugged, "I don't know, wherever you think it would be a good place to talk. The park? A coffeehouse? My house? It doesn't matter to me."
Kelly closed her eyes for a moment and thought where the best place would be, "How about your house? I've never been there before."
Patrick nodded, "Okay, but on the way there, you have to tell me what happened that night, because every time we mention it to Pete he automatically changes the subject."
"I don't know if I would be comfortable talking about that honestly," Kelly said looking down at the beige cement.
Patrick grabbed Kelly's shoulders and made eye contact, "You can tell me anything Kelly. That's what friends do, we listen to each others problems and then we try and make them better."
Kelly smiled a little bit, because Patrick was starting to remind her of her mother or something, "Okay, I'll tell you, but only because you won't judge me like I'm afraid everyone else will."
"That's good; at least we're making progress."
Kelly smiled a little bit again and she realized it was one of the first times that she had smile since the whole ordeal, "Well it started off perfectly. You know me and Pete left the dance and went outside to get some 'fresh air'. But then I was asking for his phone number and all that so we could keep in contact with one another...and all this stuff blew out of his wallet. And well...I found this picture. It was so creepy because this girl in this picture almost looked exactly like me. So I asked Pete who exactly was this girl he was carrying around in his back pocket for. He denied he knew it was there and all this crap. But I knew...I knew he was trying to replace me with that girl. He used me just to fulfill some kind of weird fantasy..." Kelly looked up and realized she was at some strange house, "Oh I guess where here."
"Good guess, and I can see where you are coming from Kelly. I'm sure Pete didn't mean to hurt you," Patrick said while trying to put a key into the door.
"Shall we go in?"
"Of course."
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