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.