Novocaine • peterick, peteky, g.w., p.s. •

01 // A Throbbing Toothache of the Mind

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Chapter One

A Throbbing Toothache of the Mind

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Patrick

"I don't think this is...I mean, it's okay, I guess."

I was frantic at this point. I'd already gotten Pete to repeat himself once as he spoke over the phone, but my ears weren't disfunctional, nor were his words. My boyfriend of five months was breaking up with me, guys. I was being tossed away like trash. "W-What?" I asked again with a wavery voice. I needed to make sure.

I heard Pete audibly sigh in frustration. "I'm fed up, Patrick. I need to get on with - "

"With what?" I cut him off. What the hell could he be getting on with? His bucketlist of boyfriends, people he needed to sleep with before he graduated in May? I didn't want to pick a fight; I didn't argue with Pete, but he started a few and ended them. I didn't like to be rude to anyone, let alone the boy that I fantisized about marrying when I graduated, a year after Pete. "I don't understand, Pete. We haven't been fighting or anything, and finals aren't close, so you can't be worried about anything else!"

"I'm not worried about anything, 'Trick, but I'm done with you. Learn to let go, kid. It'll get you far in life." Click.

He hung up on me.

Is he joking?

My phone left my ear and was thrown down on the nearest pillow and I sank against my monochromatic, bland wall. Then came my glasses. I tossed them down at my feet, and then rubbed the heels of my palms against my closed eyelids. My head was pounding now, and it felt like my brain would seep through my eyes. What pissed me off the most? The tears I could feel against my clammy palms.

After a few minutes of internal promises, trying to tell myself to be happy that I was single, I broke down in a sob, reflecting on the five month span of what I thought was a toxic heaven. Pete Wentz was my first boyfriend; the day he asked me to be his boyfriend, I got so excited that I came out to my mom as gay. Of course, she was never home, she didn't care what I did - not that she would know anyways - and she certainly cared nothing about my childish love life. She did love me though, so I guess she wanted me to be happy.

Mom didn't know Pete.

My *small* group of friends warned me about the oh-so-wonderful Peter Lewis Kingstom Wentz (the third), how he was basically a man-whore, loving the title and flaunting it. I'd had a crush on him for some time, and a small part of me wished I could be one of his flings. And then he came up to me one day with that stupid grin and those dark eyes and asked me if I would sleep with him.

I should have spat in his face, told him to find someone else, but I didn't. Instead, I swooned. However, we didn't go through with his plan. I got scared, I guess, and when I told in a small voice that I wasn't ready, he told me that I was adorable and sweet, and that I was different from the "others". It was then that he asked me to be his boyfriend, right on my living room sofa. Naked.