Patrick Hockstetter- the angel of death- X reader

1- camoflague trousers, a red shirt, anthrax and dr Martins

*Ring ring ring*
The bell sounds the end of your first lesson at Derry Middle school, it was boring (it was maths so the boring part was defiantly expected), you managed to get into the school at a 'reasonable' hour, only 40 minutes late.. definitely a record!
You also managed to dodge any conversation with anybody (minus the talk from the teacher for being late to double maths), but you did get odd glances from people when you walked in to class. Pfft, what do they know?
"I'm not here to make friends anyway" you muttered as you entered the maths classroom, you didn't say or do anything that lesson you just kept thinking about the people you saw this morning, the boys you saw outside of school, they all glared at first but when I glared back they looked a bit... taken aback I suppose? Well at least two of them did, the boy with camo trousers and the boy wearing an anthrax shirt were the ones to look taken aback- but not the other two. The boy with a red shirt and a distinguishable mullet with angry features looked quite furious and flicked his cigarette on the floor with a scowl. But... the boy most imprinted in your mind is the boy, the tall boy, the boy with the dark brown hair who locked eyes with you who had a mixture of looking angry, tormented and wearing a smirk like no other, was he laughing at me??? That's the thought that kept me going through the most boring subject in history.. I don't know why I care.. why it bothered me??
"Honestly, just pull yourself together Y/N !" I muttered to myself as I walked out the door. I take strides down the hall trying to get the tall dark haired boy out of my mind. But it was to no avail.

I remembered that next period was a free period, "thank fuck of that" I think with a rare smile. "I can finally have a smoke in peace." Yea, it's a bad habit, I know.
I pull out the pack of cigarettes from out of the inside pocket of my leather jacket and move them to your back jeans pocket since you're about to use them.

But your plans change/ they change by you noticing a group of boys conversing down the hallway, they seem close friends. Another boy wearing a kippah joins them. They start talking about his bar mitzvah and I lose interest. At least for a minimum of at least 5 seconds.

That's when I see them.

The boys from outside.
They look heavily out of place.
But then again..
So do I.

The group of friends notice the out of place boys (my eyes don't wonder from the dark haired boy for long) "oh shit" one of the boys with glasses that really maximise his eyes.

I'm vaguely glad the dark haired boy didn't notice me staring. But my pace does slow behind the group of boys who now look quite scared. " think they'll sign my yearbook?" I hear the boy with glasses say further down the hallway. I smirk and chuckle slightly, discreetly I look over my shoulder at the dark haired boy, he doesn't notice me, he is currently in conversation with the rest of the guys, but the boy wearing the baseball cap and the anthrax t-shirt notices me looking, he looks emotionless, I feel Color rushing to my cheeks at being caught staring I attempt to turn away so the rest of them don't notice but I feel paralysed.
Then he does it.
The boy in the hat nudges his friends and nods towards me I whip my head around (suddenly regaining consciousness), but not before I see the rest of them, staring at me- just like this morning, the same expressions.
I shake my head, perplexed and walk towards the nearest door, but not before looking over my shoulder again at them- they're all still staring "wow Y/N , 2 for 2 today... fuck..." I think annoyed.
The boy with the mullet whispers something to the group and a smile spreads on his face, not a friendly smile, a vicious smile, almost... evil.
The other boys smirk, it's nothing on the dark haired boy though... his eyes haven't left mine, he regains himself again and faces the gang of boys and the mullet boy adds something which makes the group laugh under there breath, "So, shall we?" I lip read from the mullet boy- and they near almost nod in unison, the dark haired boy looks at me again with empty eyes and a smirk even Satan himself couldn't resist, he licks his lips and that's when I decide it's time to go.
I mean I have been standing here in the middle of the hallway just staring at them. I rush out of the door into the warm breeze and inhale strongly, and exhale even stronger in a sort of sigh. I walk forward about 5 meters and reach for the pack of cigarettes in my back pocket.
I feel nothing.
I check the other pocket.
Nope.
All of my jacket pockets are empty also.
"Shit." I say angrily and kick a nearby bench which doesn't result in any release of anger, just a numbness in my big toe and then a load of pain.
How could I be so stupid?
I kick a nearby clump of grass with the other foot in boredom and find my thoughts drifting back to the dark haired boy.
I sigh and say, "damn, I wish I new their names. His name. Oh my god. Snap out of it Y/N! Why do I even care!?!"
I put my hands in my pockets and decide to go for a long walk before the next class (if I even decide to go to it), I walk into the town of Derry and look at all the shops and people and places I can go to get out of the grasp of my alcoholic father. I look at my watch and decide it's time to head back, I don't want to be caught in another monumental paralytic moment with them boys, I want to live my life with as little stress as possible.

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