(You're a Pattycake!)

Phil malkin was a nerd and everyone knew that. The weird kid in the back of the class who never stops talking about his geeky alien conspiracy theories. You never really got to know Phil on a personal level, but the rest of the pattycakes thought he was a freak.

Lately, you've noticed he's been hanging around with Lilly Bainbridge, an ex member of the Pattycakes. she had been kicked out of the group after being sent to juniper hill for spiraling over her dad, which you thought was unfair, but of course, you couldn't say anything.

One day at lunch, you looked over at Lilly's table and saw her, Phil, Teddy uris and Veronica Grogan all speaking secretively, often checking their surroundings, staying cautious. the rest of the Pattycakes were on about some stupid nonsense as always; who the cutest guy in the grade is and the latest fashion trends, which never really sparked your interest.

You played with your food, a bored expression drawn across your face as you occasionally looked over at Lilly's table, your curiosity in their conversation growing. Phil glanced up from their discussion, accidentally meeting eyes with you, his face freezing in embarrassment immediately. You saw his cheeks flush a warm pink, his mouth gaping open slightly before he went back to talking, fairly caught off guard.

"What are you looking at?"

You heard a voice snap as you turned your head back around, Patricia looking at you with a raised eyebrow as the rest of the Pattycakes glared at you.

"Nothing, don't worry about it."

You mumbled, turning away from Phil's direction, joining in with the conversation again as the rest of lunch flew by. The school bell eventually interrupted some pointless conversation about Elaine's new crush on Scotty mills.

You rushed off almost immediately. Getting lost in the wave of students piling out the cafeteria, you eventually made your way through the crowded corridor to your locker to grab your textbook for your next class. after checking your reflection in the locker mirror, you shut your locker behind you, turning around before someone accidentally slams into you at full force.

You drop your book onto the floor due to the collision, letting out an annoyed huff, looking up to see who had shoved into you. Your face softened almost instantly. It was Phil Malkin.

"Jeez, I-I’m so sorry."

He stammered, bending down and sweeping the book off the floor before offering it to you, his hand shaking as he held the book in front of you. You could see his face tightening and his cheeks heating up.