Derry High - Patrick X Richie

Part 1

Richie P.O.V 

You might be wondering why I'm moving. Well, my ex-boyfriend has been harrassing my family ever since we had a huge argument a few months ago. His name is Eddie. He accused me of getting his best friend Bill to sleep with me even though I didn't. We had a huge fight about it and Bill just kept saying that I did, so all of Eddie's friends have been throwing things at my house ever since and spray-painting everything, we even had a house brick come through my bedroom window last week. It has even gotten to the point where I have to move to another fucking country because of it!

Well, now that's out of the way, I'm sitting in the back of my mom's car while her and my dad take me to a boarding school in the middle of fucking nowhere, Britain. Eddie really fucked up my life, that's for sure. I can see the school in the distance. It looks like a fucking castle! My awe must have been apparent on my face because my dad laughed. As he pulled into the parking lot a tall man walked out of the huge double doors. I have to admit, for someone that looks like he's fifty, he's conventionally attractive. The boy that he walked out with looked statuesque, hot and enchanting, he's lanky, yet pretty built, his posture was slumped and hunched but that just made his long-ish hair frame his face perfectly. It was like he knew what he was doing. He was wearing a tight-fitted, short-sleeved black shirt with navy jeans and black and white converse.

My parents got out of the car so I followed suit. There was humour written on the boys face as he took in my outfit making me blush. I was wearing a black MCR crop-top, black ripped jeans and black combat boots. My curly black hair was pulled up into a small ponytail with small strands framing my face. He walked over to me and extended his hand. "Patrick Hockstetter," He announced. God even his voice was like honey

I took his hand and shook it softly. "Richie Tozier." I tried to sound like I had my shit together but I knew he could tell that I didn't. He smirked and looked me up and down causing the headmaster to hit him upside his head lightly, making the boy- no. Patrick, glare at him. 

"This is our star pupil, Patrick Hockstetter. He has a bit of an anger problem but he is still the smarted student here." The principal declared, looking proud of himself like it was something he accomplished and not Patrick.

"It's not that hard to be smart here, everyone else is just stupid. The only reason my grades are as good as they are is because you threatened to take me out of the damn art program is they didn't improve." Patrick mumbled, making me smile. He didn't strike me as an artistic type at first glance. But then again, first impressions are often wrong. 

"Watch your language Hockstetter." The principal said, in mock anger. I looked up from where I was staring at the ground towards the school, noticing masses of eyes on us from inside of the school windows. I shuddered upon noticing. 

My mother handed me my bag and tried to kiss my forehead but I ducked away just in time to avoid her bright red lipstick. She pouted before taking my father's hand and smiling. "Alright, We will see you for the Christmas holidays alright?" She asked softly. She has intense separation anxiety, so this wasn't exactly helping her heart condition. However, she knew I was here for my own safety so that calmed her a little bit.

"Yes mom, I will see you for the holidays," I mumbled slightly embarrassed. She tried to hug me but I stepped back so that she couldn't. My dad grumbled a small, "Why are all of our children assholes? Couldn't the Lord have given us at least one normal child?" before leading my mother back to the car. Patrick snickered at my awkwardness around my mother and the principal cleared his throat, making whatever was on the tip of Patrick's tongue die down. No doubt something sarcastic.

"Well then, Mr Hockstetter here will be your roommate for the next few years, so he is going to give you a tour of the school. As for me, I will be in my office if you need me!" He exclaimed, before walking away.

Hockstetter put a hand on my shoulder and led me into the school and straight to the library. "You seem to be the type of person that would like to spend the majority of your time in here so I thought I would show you here first." He said rubbing the back of his neck. 

"God damn this place is fucking huge!" I remarked, not being able to stop myself. Luckily the librarian wasn't here as there were still classes going on. My face paled as I realised what I sai. I looked over to Patrick to see him staring at me inquisitively with a straight face before he doubled over, cackling with laughter.

"You should have seen the look on your face! Holy sit this is priceless!" He yelled. I relaxed a little as I realised he wouldn't be mad at me for my informal language, before letting out a small laugh myself. "Come on shortie, I wanna show you the classrooms." 

After a few hours, we were both in our dorm room. He was sitting on his bed sketching something while I was unpacking. He looks good in the dim lighting that the room provides, I noticed as I put a box of books underneath my bed. He looked up at me and smiled. "A few of my friends want to come over to meet you, is that ok with you?" He asked softly as if he didn't want to break the atmosphere in the room. 

"Yeah, that's fine." I stacked a few of my greek mythology research notebooks on my desk next to my laptop and my pencil case. I quickly turned around to face him again and smiled at him. "Is it alright if I put a poster up on the wall above my desk?" I asked, with a blush creeping up my neck, making me feel nerdy. 

"Sure, what's on the poster?" He tilted his head questioningly before standing up, putting his sketchbook down, and crossing the room to stand beside me.

"Oh, just a few modern depictions of different Greek Gods! Achilles, Athena, Aphrodite, Zeuz Dionysis and loads of others!" I could feel myself rambling so quickly went quiet as my blush worsened and busied myself with putting up my poster so that he couldn't see my face.

"You're pretty cute, new kid," Patrick mumbled softly, whilst lowering the pitch of his voice. It sounded like a slight growl.

Before I could say anything back the door swung open and four boys stumbled inside. "What's up fuckers!" A boy with a blonde mullet shouted making the both of us jump. "Jesus fucking christ Henry! What the fuck! Have you never heard of this thing called knocking!" Patrick yelled, storming over to the boys and hitting the one I now knew to be Henry on the back of his head. The other three walked over to me, ignoring Patrick as the smallest of them smiled at me. "I'm Connor Bowers! Henry's cousin! You'll get used to Patrick eventually!" His personality is way too bubbly. He reminds me too much of Eddie...

Thankfully none of them notices the slight shirt in my mood. Or commented on it at least. "Jeez Connor, give the kid room to breath." The most mature looking of the boys said, pulling Connor back by his collar. "I'm Victor Criss. You can just call me Vic though if you want. That over there is Reginald Huggins. He goes by Belch." Vic pointed his thumb towards the last boy that hadn't said anything yet. The boy gave me a small wave and a smile.

"Hey, dude. I'm basically just the one that's in the group to stop Henry and Patrick from killing each other." He said before walking over to the aforementioned boys and pulling them apart to stop them from fighting. "Henry's a real hothead sometimes and it clashes with Patrick's mood swings." 

Patrick's head snapped up at that. "Hey! I do not have mood swings!" He yelled at Belch, hitting him too. "Fuck you asshole!" I couldn't help the snort of laughter that bubbled up from my chest at seeing the boys all act so comfortable together, my glasses almost falling off my face at the movement. All of the boys turned to look at me and I stiffened up at the attention. Patrick walked over and hooked an arm around my shoulder. "Meet the school's newest nerd! Richie Tozier!" 

"Hey! I'm not a nerd god damn it! That's almost as bad as you calling me shortie! Go fuck yourself!" I yelled at him. Everyone in the room started laughing and Patrick practically picked my up and threw me on my bed, making me land with a bounce. I started laughing as well.

"Damn brat," Patrick laughed, before grabbing my pillow and throwing it at my face. I caught it and sat up, throwing it back.