Hello again everyone! This is my second HOA fanfic and I hope you enjoy. This is for all of you Patrome lovers out there, I got so many requests for more on my last story I figured I'd give you what you wanted. Well I'll let you read on. Enjoy and I'd love to know what you think!
Oh and if you didn't already figure it out: I OWN NOTHING HOA!
"I have assigned each group a topic on which you will be doing your projects," Mr. Winkler explained to the class. "I have also assigned groups for everyone to work in. The groups are as follows," he went on to read off the groups. "Nina and Fabian, Mara and Mick, Amber and Alfie, and Patricia and Jerome," he announced.
"What?" I burst at the same time as Jerome. Something had to be wrong; Jerome and I could never work together. What was Jason thinking?
"Pick up your topic sheets on the way out. Have a nice day," Mr. Winkler ignored our little outburst and dismissed the class.
"Jason I need a different partner. There is no way you actually expect me to work with Jerome. I mean come on Jerome and me? Can't you put me with Nina or Mara or Amber or even Alfie would be better than Jerome," I complained as everyone else filed out of the room.
"I'm with Patricia on this one," Jerome walked up behind me. "There is no way we can do this project together.
"I am sorry that both of you feel this way, but I can't change the groups. The two of you are paired together," Mr. Winkler explained.
"Come on Jason," I pleaded.
"I'm sorry Patricia, but Jerome and you are a group and that decision stands. Now there is nothing that says you have to work together, if you can figure out some way to get the project done without working directly together then you are free to do that, but either way both of your names will be on the project. You are in this together," he explained.
"Mr. Winkler, can't we just switch partners," Jerome suggested.
"No you cannot. My decision stands, now it is up to the two of you to make it work," Mr. Winkler said ending the discussion.
"Thanks a whole lot Jason," I scoffed and stomped out of the classroom. There was no way Jerome and I would be able to get along long enough to finish this project without killing each other.
"Trixie! Wait up!" Jerome shouted after me.
"Why?" I whipped around.
"Because whether we like it or not we are stuck in this together. So we need to work on this stupid project sometime," Jerome said.
"My room after dinner," I whipped around and stormed off.
This was not going to be good and my grade depended on it.