Denbrough And Hocksetter (Patrick Hocksetter)

Ch 3. Home

Bill went with his friends going over to Eddie's place and as I rode my bike alone going home. I still quiet for the rest of the hours at school.

I tried to keep my distance from Patrick, thinking hopefully he wouldn't pay attention to me. 

I still wonder why Patrick said that I was his. I mean, I'm not his girlfriend or anything.

Right?

I gotten off my bike when I was four bocks away from home, I started to walk the rest of the way with my bike. All I wanted to do now is to get home, to go my room and sleep for the rest of the damn day. I was just tired.

I heard an song by Metallica playing as an blue trans am passed by me before pulling over and parked the car. I got back on my bike as the bowers gang got out of the car.

Luckily I remembered the back ways to get to my house. I started riding fast down the alley way near by.

Luckily I lost them as I just gotten to home, putting my bike in the garage before heading inside the house.

"Hey how's was school Lucille?" My mom asked me.

"It was okay, I'm just tired. By the way, Bill went over Eddie's house." I answered her. "I'll be up in my room taking a nap."

"Okay sweetie." She said before I went upstairs to my bedroom.

I walked over to my bed, I putting my bagback next to my nightstand and layed down on my bed.

I slowly starting to close my eyes, letting sleep take over me, until I heard. Footsteps coming up the stairs.

Maybe my mom wanted something from her and dad's room. And I heard what sounds like my bedroom door opening up.

"Sweetheart, a boy dropped off a note for you. He wanted to see you, but I told him that you were probably asleep already." My mom said. "I'll just left it on your nightstand."

She placed the note on my nightstand before walking out of my room. Even though I'm still tired, I grabbed the note, opened it up and started reading it.

Hey darling meet me at the empty classroom that we was in earlier tomorrow morning before classes and at lunch time.

-Patrick

I slowly put down the note back on my nightstand. Somehow I just knew he would write me a note like that.

But I wonder what would happen if I didn't met him there.

But why he did started talking to me in the first place?

I didn't really want to think about it and I closed my eyes again. Finally letting sleep take over me for a while.

              (Around Eight O'clock)

"S-so Lucille, what's o-on your n-neck?" Bill asked me coming into my room, causing me to look at him.

"Ahhh it's nothing Bill." I said. I kinda forgotten about the hickey that Patrick had given me earlier in the morning. "I just been scratching at the neck, I'm just nervous about a test coming up."

Well, great, I just lied to my brother.

"O-oh okay. Are y-you done with h-homework?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered. Good thing he actually believe my lie. I know that Patrick, Henry, and the two members of the bowers gang bullies my brother and his three friends. But I rather not have my brother knowing what Patrick been doing around me yesterday and earlier. Even the note. "Bill I'm so tired, I'm just going to get ready for bed."

"Okay, n-night Lucille." Bill said before leaving my room.

"Night Billy."