.. he'd even managed to afford a nice car, but nothing worked. No matter what he did, he knew couldn't escape his inherent nerdiness.When he'd started...at college, he hadn't even bothered approaching anyone in his class; he knew what the result would be. Rejection, teasing, forced isolation. It would be high school all over again. Patrick had spent the past six months keeping to himself, refusing to get sucked into any interactions with his fellow students. He knew how it would end.His. "A guy who can say he's me can just as easily dress up and say he's a doctor, and get in to see her. And then—" Good point," he said. He pulled out a cell phone."I don't think you're supposed to use those things here," I warned."Really?" he murmured, and simply went ahead and dialed. I could hear sounds from the phone even though I couldn't make out words. As soon as a voice came he spoke quickly. "Brodine here. Subject Shaughnessy. Currently hospitalized, Mother of Mercy. Suspicious. And v started to call thru free time. And next day v planned to meet at our cafeteria. So i met her on exact time usually i am a late comer but this is a case of once v miss, v lost forever, so i kept a good impression . At there v meet first time, while sipping tea she told that my lips r red, its a sign of good kisser. I got the meaning what she said, but cafeteria is a risky place many of our colleagues may come and notice us, so she invited me nxt day for a lunch.But that day evening v. " You did what?!?" Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing."We'll just have to go back to the mall again, try and find the storeand buy more blue ones." James stopped talking, to see Mike staring atthe bag of remaining pink sweets. There must have been about ten left."James." He said, not removing his gaze. "I want another one."James too looked at the bag. "Yeah me too. They're just so nice."Mike was almost reaching for the bag. "Another one won't hurt. It justmeans we eat another blue.