Patrick Hockstetter- the angel of death- X reader

5- no invitation issued

I wake up to the nasal buzzing of my alarm clock- I sigh in distain, still tired I switch it or am step out of bed onto the cold wooden floor of my bedroom. I get dressed in my usual ensemble.
A tight, wine red vest, light blue denim shorts and my old doc martins (after all- you never know when you'll need to kick someone).
When I'm dressed and eventually log out of my half asleep faze ,I'm flooded back with the memories of yesterday, but mostly the memories of last night..
I tie my boots and head out my bedroom and into the bathroom, I brush my teeth and wash my face and apply a little mascara and a light peach color lip gloss.
I head back into my bedroom and not a second later I hear the familiar grumble of the trans ams engine out side and the muffled sound of heavy music- not all that different from yesterday.
I peak outside my window, careful not to let them see me, and there they all are, engrossed in a conversation. I step back from the window and take a few deep breath's.
I headed downstairs, wondering uncertainly if Patrick had told them about last night.. I hoped not, but I couldn't be sure just yet.
I ran to the kitchen and downed a small glass of water and started to drum my fingers almost.. impatiently on the countertop.
"Don't be a coward." I mutter to
Myself, shaking my head.
I almost ran through the house- desperately wanting this day to be over... and to get started.
I slammed the front door and headed down the path towards the trans am, they all look over at me simultaneously but I'm not looking at them all- just one person specific, I find the mysterious eyes of Patrick almost immediately, he grins and the rest of them resume talking... except for Patrick.
I mumble "hi" to them all and climb into the back, Patrick's hand find their way around my waist right away, I shiver at his touch, but still on his lap non-the-less, I dread to think of the consequences if I didn't...
The boys turn up the stereo loud (I recognise it as anthrax's 'state of euphoria') and drive of, barely as I've sat down. The car jerks me forward as it starts to drive but Patrick's firm hold on me keeps me steady.
All of the except Patrick (who is mindlessly playing with my hair again)  talk about what they'll do this following weekend, it wasn't a long drive until we reached a very small clearing after the woods- it was the quarry.
People went swimming here a lot in the summer holidays and weekends. I looked out of the window when we parked and saw a sheer drop down a cliff and into the lake below. Belch killed the engine and we all proceeded to get out. Patrick never wavered from my side. They were all joking around, even angry looking Henry, they started a mock battle between Henry and Victor, Henry was a strong puncher but Victor was swift and fast. After a few seconds belch and Patrick started to chant as clap,
"FIGHT!FIGHT!FIGHT!"  And Patrick gave me a little nudge with his elbow, insinuating for me to do the same,
I started to chant along with them until swift Victor stuck his leg out and Henry
Tripped onto the floor. I expected Henry to be sincerely mad but he was strangely okay with it, hopping and giving Victor a smack on the back and saying praises to Victor, who looked a little shocked himself, I didn't know if it was shock as to beating Henry or Henry's reaction.
Belch then went and got an old ghetto blaster from the trunk of his car,

And places it on a small clump of grass near  the car.
I look over in the distance and notice it is a very big drop to the water below.
I look back to to boys and gasp in shock as notice that all of them are suddenly removing there shirts.
Henry's shirt was of first- revealing a set of hard abs that I had been oblivious to until this exact moment,
Then victors- not abs as fully formed as Henry's, but they were more than most had.
And... and then there was Patrick...
His shirt was discarded on the grass next to the ghetto blaster, the other boys followed in this motion, throwing their shirts over there as well. I look back at Patrick, cautiously so he didn't notice my staring- his perfectly moulded chest, his tanned skin reflecting the sun, like a perfect representation of Adonis, towering above all.
I look away and notice that
they're all looking at me with expectant eyes,
"What?" I almost whisper.
I look over at Patrick who's eye brow is cocked up, he's smirking and I soon realise what they want me to do...
"What- no! Fuck of!!" I yell at them annoyed and cross my arms over my chest.
"Aww, come off it darling." Patrick grins and the rest of them along with him.
I feel minuscule around the shirtless men, like they don't take me seriously, like I'm a minority. Up tight.
I scowl at them all and head over to the ghetto blaster and press play, it's takes a couple of seconds before the random song of 'born to be wild' starts. I spin around to them as the riff kicks in, and smirk at them and says,
"Fuck you all..."
I suddenly kick of both of my boots and socks and tear off my vest quickly and throw it over to where the other boys shirts are,I'm glad I went with wearing my new black lace bra, rather than my old grey one, because even though I was shirtless- i didn't want to look cheap. I keep my shorts on to hold at least a little modesty. I grin mischievously at all of their shocked faces and sprint forward towards the cliff and leap in, cannonball style.
"What the fuck!" I hear belch yell, just before I hit the water.
I take a deep breath and then I'm consumed by the large body of water, it takes a few seconds before I float up to the top. When I do I take a quick gasp of air, and scrape my loose hair away from my forehead, just as I do this, somebody else hits the water making a little wave of water come up to me as the water submerges them. I wonder who it is and then I see Victors blonde head come up from under the murky water with a face that radiates laughter and a previous adrenaline rush.
I laugh with him and clap my hands gently in praise and he smiles and swims over to where I am, which isn't a great distance.
"That was fucking amazing." He breathes.
I laugh at him again in agreement just as Henry leaps forward, without a trace of fear.
He meets the surface and a splash is sounded all around, sending droplets of water over to me and Victor, who put our hands up to our face in protest to the droplets. Henry emerges from the water and shakes his head and runs his hands on his face, he too is wearing a smile, which I must say defiantly surprised me.
I look up to the top of the cliff to see Patrick staring into the sun, the rays dancing on his naked torso, his tanned skin being kissed by a thousand beams of sunlight. Henry swims over to me and Victor and we all look up at Patrick who just at that moment steps back and leaps forwards. I watch him plummet down into the water and make a splash, Victor and Henry cheer at him as he breaks the surface.
His hair. Oh my god his hair.
The water made it stick to his neck almost longingly. The few stray hairs detached themselves from being affixed to his temples and upper jaw. His hair looked even darker than usual- now it was basically black, contrary to its usual dark brown.
He grinned along with the guys, then he looked over at me, still grinning. This was a whole new side to Patrick. He was actually happy. At least I think he was.
All the guys started doing quite a stereotypical high five process and congratulating each other on their jumping.
Patrick looks over at me and smirks,
I cross my arms, giving him a look that reads,
"Really????"
He chuckles and swims over to me,
"Where's Belch?" I ask him.
Patrick scoffs,
" He never jumps."
"Never?"
"Never... Well once we did kinda push him- but that don't count." Patrick grins.
"You actually pushed him?" I ask shocked
"From- up there??" I gesture up to the ledge.
"Yup." Patrick nods casually.
"Pfft." I say, then i start to chuckle, then I snigger. Then I start to full of laugh and Patrick joins in.
Victor and Henry look Over at us, eyebrows raised but don't ask anything.
I see Belch not to far away, walking down the declivity towards a little pebble beach, surrounded by a little plot of grass and a forest surrounding that. I don't know why I didn't notice it before. It was simple- but it was beautiful.
He was carry all of our shirts and the ghetto blaster, now playing pet cemetery by the Ramones.
He placed them on the grass and then swam out to meet us.
We spend most of the evening chicken fighting on each other's shoulders.
The first game was me on Patrick's shoulders as I tried to push of Victor from Henry , it was a struggle but I finally managed to push him into the water.
I thought them to be slightly annoyed a girl beat them but they were all for it in a way they just laughed along. The following round was me vs Henry (who was on belch's shoulders) and I was on Vic's and Patrick kept track.
Two hours or so later, it was a tie, they devised a plan where I would be on Henry's shoulders and Patrick would be on Vic's.
"Ready. Set. GO!" Belch said to us.
Me and Patrick smirked at each other and clasped hands, it was a heavy struggle and I nearly fell on the first impact. It took a good two minutes for anything to actually come of it, I decided it would be nearly impossible to match Patrick's strength so I used my smarts.
Are arms were tense from pushing each other so I loosened mine and Patrick, using all of his force came falling forward and in the process managed to shove me slightly so I went back over Henry's shoulders and hit the water the same time as Patrick did, we both went under and I emerged almost immediately, laughing with the others. But Patrick wasn't up yet.
I looked around uncertainly, where was he?
I was about to start panicking when some one grabbed my legs from beneath the water and pulled me under,
"What the-" I began to think, but then I saw Patrick underneath too, grinning at me, with that now familiar mischievous glint in his eye.
I shook my head, still holding my breath, and he came closer and before I could even blink at the situation- our lips were touching. Again. We shared our breath under the water, and I ran my fingers through his soft, floating hair as he clasped my back.
My right hand trailed down from his hair and onto his chest, I could feel his heart beating, was it possible he was as excited as me?
His kiss was worth more than money could buy, I would never be able to get enough of them. How did this even happen any way? How did I get someone so Bad but yet so... Beautiful as Patrick?
It remains a mystery to me.
Our lips broke apart and we were in desperate need of air.
Still clutching body's we floated to the top and broke the surface of the water, we both gasped... and smiled into each other's eyes. He chuckled, and I looked over to my left and saw the rest of them jeering, clapping and whooping.
Mocking, probably yes. But at this moment nothing else mattered. My mind only had room for Patrick and his oh so beautiful eyes.
The boys all headed to the pebble beach and we followed not long after- clutching hands.
The ghetto blaster started to play anvils song "666" as belch fetched the trans am that supposedly contained towels for us all.
It didn't take belch long to drive down, and he opened the trunk of the car to reveal surprisingly clean towels, amongst other pieces of junk for the car- along with a crowbar and a sledge hammer that I decided not to ask about.
I dried my hair and my body and went over to fetch my vest that had been neatly laid out on a rock along with the other boys clothes.
I put it on, and not a minuet after I've pulled it on Victor comes over, grinning,
"Today was really fun y/n!"
I smile back at him as he pulls his grey over sized tank top on,
"Yeah- surprisingly it was.." I laugh
"You totally hang out with us more... I've not seen Henry or Patrick smile that much since... well EVER."
I shake my head at him laughing still,
"I'm sure they smile SOMETIMES."
Victor grin falters slightly,
"I think I should warn you about the both of them though..."
I look sideways and Victor, confused,
"What do you mean?"
"Well Henry has some... Home life issues that cause him to well... snap sometimes you get me? He gets angry quickly so try not to annoy him."
Victor looks around almost anxiously, and lowers his tone towards the end.
"But he seemed alright today-"
I start but get interrupted by Victor,
"Yes- he was fine today. But try not to catch him on a bad day..."
I nod slowly, still a little confused.
"And Patrick... he's.... obscure.  He is strange. He doesn't let anybody in. Ever.
He tries to keep to himself. But I've watched him and... I'm sure he is hiding something. I know it's not my place to pry but... just don't get to close to him... somethings wrong with him. Something... dangerous."
I give a small gasp as a small shiver goes down my spine when Vic says dangerous...
I then realise something and my brow furrows a fraction.
"Vic you're just being paranoid.
Nothing is wrong with Patrick... he is just a little..." I struggled to find a word, "eccentric..."
Victor gives me a disbelieving look, and puts his hand on my shoulder,
"Y/n, I know there's something wrong with him. I'm not stupid. If anything happens you can talk to me. Just... be careful around him, I don't want any-"
I cut him of with a wave of my hands,
"Vic- I think you're just jealous."
"Jealous? Really?"
"Oh- come of it Victor, you're just-"
Then it's my turn to be cut of by a melodious voice over my shoulder,
"What's going on?" I hear Patrick say,
Victor almost immediately removes his hand from my shoulder and takes a step back, i turn around to face Patrick and smile and say,
"Nothing Patrick."
Patrick looks at Victor suspiciously but I take Patrick's hand and lead him over to where Henry (who is still shirtless) is sitting on a rock near the ghetto blaster, drinking a bottle of beer.
We pass belch on the way, and I look behind us at Victor who whispers something to belch. I frown and look away.
Me and Patrick stand awkwardly near Henry, not really sure what to do or say when Anthrax's "antisocial" starts to play I start to sway to the music and then it evolves into a dance, Patrick laughs at me and I pull both of his hands to dance with me. Belch and Victor soon join Henry on the big rock and watch us and laugh- well Victor doesn't, he just looks at me pityingly.
Patrick twirls me around, ballroom style and we both laugh as I nearly fall over.
"Yo Hockstetter, how much has your bitch had to drink already?!" I hear Henry say accompanied by a chuckle from belch and Patrick-
"I don't think she's actually had any Henry..." Patrick laughs
"So I'm you bitch now am I??" I whisper laugh to Patrick.
He smirks,
"It would appear so doll."
I grin at him
"Doll?"
Patrick shakes his head with a grin and looks away, almost shyly.
We all end up dancing for a further hour until we all hear people voices and rustling in the distance.
Belch turns down the ghetto blaster (now quietly playing "paint it black" by the Rolling Stones), we all gather near Each other, I look at the noise from the tree and see a group of 5 boys and 1 girl.
They all stop laughing when they see us,
A bespectacled boy with dark hair widens his eyes and says,
"Oh shit."
I recognise them as the boys from the hallway on my first day here.
I look over at Henry (now fully clothed), who looks furious.
"What the fuck are you losers doing here?" He says.
"We were just-" the girl with red hair starts.
"Shut the fuck up slut.
"Fuck off now. Other wise we'll be having some fun losers..." Henry growls.
I had never seen this side of him. I guess this is what Vic was talking about...
"It's a p-p-p-public space b-b-b-b-Bowers." a skinny boy with a bad stutter says from the front of the group.
"There was no invitation issued to you fuckers." Patrick's says next to me.
"Let's just get out of here guys.." a small boy  who was standing close the the bespectacled boys says quietly.
"Oh ho ho- ya'll ain't going anywhere..." Henry says threateningly.
"What do we do guys?" A curly haired boy whispers.
" I've got an idea." The bespectacled boy says.
"Let's fucking... RUN!
They all take of up the grass and Henry, Vic, belch follow immediately.
Patrick gives my a hesitant look that last about a second.
"Come on." He says starting to run after the guys, tugging my arm along.
I didn't say anything but I followed, half willingly.
We raced up the hill, I was barely able to keep up with Patrick's pace.
We found the other guys at the top of the hill where the forest met the road,
They had the over weight boy pinned to the wooden face, belch noticed us and throws Patrick and aerosol and Patrick let's go of my hand to pull out a lighter from his back jeans pocket. He strides up to the boy but I stand back confused as to what they're going to do. Then I realise where we are.
This is the same bridge where they took me yesterday...
"Look at all this blubber!" Belch says
"Stop!" The boy says.
"Lemmie lite his hair like Michael Jackson." Patrick says, sounding totally unlike him.
He then lets out a burst from the aerosol behind his lighter sending a spray of flames towards the kid.
"Just hold him!" Henry says, and approach's the child.
A car passes and I move out of the way- they couple in the car look emotionless as they pass.
"Help! HELP!" The boy yells.
Henry punches him twice in the face making his nose bleed.
"Listen here kid. This here is what us locals call the kissing bridge. It's famous for two thing. Sucking face."
Belch mocks the boy by making kissing actions.
"And carving names..." Henry adds, taking his all to familiar switchblade out of his back pocket and flicking it open.
"Henry- please!" The boy pleads.
Henry proceeds to pull up the boys shirt, when I interrupt,
"HENRY NO!!!" All of the boys look at me and I give the large boy a strong stare, telling him that if he wanted to live he better get out of here right now!
When all of the boys were looking at me the boy kicks back Henry and falls over the railing down below. Henry turns back around to look down the hill the boy fell down.
"I'm gunna cut your fucking tits of I swear to GOD!" He yells, " come on!" He says to the rest of the guys.
Belch and Victor quickly hop the fence and then Henry turns around to look at me, he glowers and points the tip of his knife towards me, he opens his mouth to say something but closes it with a quick shake of his head. He turns back around and jumps the fence and follows in the footsteps of Victor and belch.
Patrick looks torn between following his friends or me.
"Go. If you really want to..."
I say to him plainly.
Patrick looks like he debates it for a few seconds but then puts the lighter and the can into his back pocket.
"Come on... I'll take you home." He says with a warm smile I didn't know if he was faking. He holds out his hand for me to take and I spread a small smile on my lips, I skip forward and take his hand and give it a little squeeze as if to say thank you.

The walk home was basically silent except for when we got to my house and he said goodbye.
"I'll see you in the morning princess. Okay?" He says sweetly
I pause for a second then say,
"Okay." And give him a shy smile along with it.
He gives me a soft kiss on the top of my nose and then plants one on my lips.
He lets go of my hand and starts to walk away I turn around too, about to unlock the front door when I spin around and ask Patrick a question that was bothering me the whole walk back.
"Patrick what are we?"
He turns around confused,
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what are WE?" I ask him again gesturing to us. "Are we just friend or... what??"
He smiles at me and shakes his head, making his hair sway.
He shoves his hands in the front jeans pockets, grinning and says,
"I am the puppeteer and you are my doll."
I shake my head even more confused,
"You know that just leaves me with more questions..."
He laughs and starts to walk down the path at a slow pace.
"I'll figure it out soon enough..." he calls back at me.
I shake my head and smile at him and head inside.
"What.a.day." I say- I feel like I'm going to say this of the entirety of my days in this town.
I head into the kitchen and drink a glass of water and think about the day... then I realise that... Victor was right. I really don't know the true Henry and Patrick do I? I shake my head and dump my glass in the sink and head up stairs at a slow pace.
I open my bedroom door and the first thing I notice is a small folded piece of paper lying on the pillow of my bed, I walk over to it slowly, removing my shoes in the process.
I pick it up and unfold it and see one word that I would be thinking about for the rest of the day and all night.
I also realise I was definitely going to be having dreams about it, I clutched to paper to my chest and chuckled i went into my closet and pulled out my favourite hoodie depicted with the band logo of " QUEEN" and went and laid down on my bed, and tucked the note under my pillow.
Even with our the pillow I could still see the surprising legible scrip of Patrick and the one word that continued to make my butterfly's in my stomach swarm immensely  the one word that made me smile, and make a red flush seep around my cheeks the one word I was repeating under my breath as I unintentionally fell to sleep.
'Girlfriend.'

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