73 Intensity mixed with denial.

Jack. 

Holy fuck. 

What have I done?

Who the hell am I?

I close the door to his apartment, completely frozen and confused. I had sex with Patrick. 

The guy I have been tormenting all this while.

I remember the sex. 

I lied.

I remember last night, and I can't stop thinking about it. I run all the way to my apartment and sneak into my room, not in the mood to face my dad right now. Lance wasn't around last night; he went back to his new home with Ford. That is why I was forced to be with Patrick. 

Whenever I have issues with my dad, for my own sanity, I like to be around people. Patrick was the only one around, he was my last resort and I guess I was vulnerable. 

That has to be the only explanation.