Bowers Gang Headcanons/Imagines

Mood Swings

Description: Feeling drastically moody lately, the reader accidentally says she hates the guys. Immediately regretting it, she breaks down and worships them as an apology.

Lately, I've been moody and I can't quite figure out why. I have my good days where I am chatty and optimistic, other days I can be more quiet and observant, but then there are days like these~

Everything that could possibly go wrong this morning has. I overslept my alarm and woke up late for school, spilled milk on my new laptop, now the keyboard doesn't work; and to top it all off, when I went to start up my car this morning, I had a dead battery and everyone at my house had already left for work. I sigh, getting ready to walk to school. I'm already late, what's the difference?

I don't know if I want to cry, laugh or break something. I continue to walk down the sidewalk thinking about how shitty this day is going to be. Suddenly, I hear the sound of an engine roaring getting closer and closer from behind me. I glance over my shoulder, curious as to who it was. Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse, it just did, especially seeing who was speeding towards me.

I completely froze seeing the car get closer and closer, making no attempts to slow down. Patrick was leaning out the window, grinning sadistically at me. Henry in the passenger seat had his usual pissed-off expression on his face but looked entertained. Meanwhile, Belch and Vic looked excited seeing me frozen in fear.

I had to think fast and physically leap off to the side, rolling into the alleyway as belch's car tires run over the spot I was just standing in not even two seconds ago. The blue two-door car abruptly stops, making all the passengers inside jolt forward and laugh. Henry was the first to slowly step out, eyeing me still cowering on the alley ground. I was trembling in both fear and rage. Before I could even stand up on shaky legs, the rest of the Bower's Gang were now standing around me but just observing, not speaking.

I finally get the nerve to look up and scream. "YOU ALMOST KILLED ME YOU ASSHOLES!" I quickly stood up and charged towards them, trying my best to shove Belch since he was the one driving. Dissatisfied when he barely budged, I turned my attention to Vic. My arms acting like a windmill as I aggressively try to smack him. The guys erupted into laughter; Patrick grabbing my arms and pushing me up against the brick wall. I desperately wanted to shove Patrick, but the way he towers over me is too intimidating. My eyes then meet Henry's as he is watching the whole ordeal with an amused smirk. I feel my eyes burning with tears. Before I knew it, I began to sob uncontrollably in a matter of seconds. I put my head down not to look at any of them and whisper, "I hate you all." Within seconds of saying it, my eyes widen in regret, only making me cry more. The Bower's Gang may be assholes but oddly enough I've had a crush on them since the beginning of the year, not that I would ever tell anyone- especially them.

Patrick, still holding onto me, begins to laugh; as do the rest of the guys. Henry walks closer, grabbing my face in his hand, eyeing me closely. "What the fuck is wrong with you? On your period or some shit, you bipolar bitch?" I tried to look down feeling ashamed, but his grip tightened, forcing me to keep looking at him. I hear Reggie from my left side, chuckle and say, "Yeah, you couldn't hate us or ignore us if you tried sweets."

Vic steps in closer, approaching me on the right side. I am now fully surrounded by each of them. Vic gets close to my ear and whispers, but loud enough for them all to hear, "We see the way you look at us. How you watch us. And how you pretend to ignore us when we catch you." I begin to panic and feel deeply embarrassed. My cheeks flush as I stutter my words. "I...I don't know what you are talking about." I try to nervously laugh it off but I can tell they see right through my act.

Patrick has a mischievous glint in his eyes, licks his lips, and lets me go. I feel confused and wait to see what they are about to do next. "Well okay then... you guys heard the princess. She hates us. Guess we should just leave her alone and go back to living life like she doesn't even exist.." He says coldly but with a smirk. His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I can hear them all laughing but I can still hear his words over and over again: "like you don't even exist"

I begin to cry again and yell "WAIT!", gripping at the back of Vic's shirt to stop them from walking off. They all slowly turn back towards me with arrogant expressions on their faces. Satisfied with my reaction to what Patrick just said to me.

Without saying a word I desperately try to grab onto them all, pulling them close to me to feel an embrace of a hug. "I'm so sorry, I don't hate you guys, don't ignore me just please- please forgive me." Without looking up, I can hear them snickering at me in a mocking way. As I hug them, I can feel Patrick's long-arm slowly slide down to my lower back, his hand going in for the ass grab. Belch hugs me back normally, while Vic awkwardly pats and rubs my back. Henry stands there uncomfortably, yet that smug expression never leaves his face.

"Alright, shut the fuck up and stop crying." Patrick chimes in still laughing, "God you're such a moody bitch. Ya know, Y/N... we're not going to forgive you so easily or let you off the hook. Your little outburst really hurt my feelings...I'm...sensitive.." His voice was beyond mocking and condescending. I look up seeing his smirk now turn into a slow, psychotic smile after his last statement. I tremble, making them laugh more as they feel me shake. I already fully know they will be taking full advantage of my mood swings from now on. Let's hope I can contain myself~