Liar // Patrick Hockstetter x fem!Reader x Henry Bowers

Nine 》Arcade

You were just looking into each other's eyes. This had been going on for one minute now and then it hit you.

"Fuck! I still have my mom's money and if she finds it she's literally going to kill me!

And how do I explain to her that half of our food is stuck in your clothes?", you asked, too nervous to even think straight.

At least your racing thoughts kept your mind busy, so you didn't have to think about your emotions and previous actions at the moment.

"Calm down. I got you covered, like I said. Nothing will happen to you.", he reassured you, his expression empty like you weren't even there.

He then grabbed some random, empty shopping bag from the store next to you, which had been laying on the ground before and stuffed all the groceries he had from you in there.

Afterwards he held it open for you to do the same. You threw everything in it and sighed before you went to grab the bag.

But he just kept his hand around the handle of the thing, so you couldn't carry it.

"About that rest money, we could either spend it now or you could give it to me for being nicer to you than you deserve."

You were slightly enraged, but you figured this was what he was going for.

"Well, then I'd rather want us to waste it now, don't you too?", you asked, forcing a smile onto your lips.

You weren't sure, how far you could go with him and when he'd start using you as his personal punching bag, again.

He glared at you before grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you with him.

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After you had spent all the money on video games in an arcade on a machine that was a little further away from the others, you left the small building without getting noticed by other teenagers.

You were walking down the empty pavement near the woods to not be seen together, since the both of you wanted to keep your reputation.

When he handed you your bag, he didn't look at you with any hint of emotion or some sign of affection. But then, he grabbed you by your waist and kissed you once more.

His lips were gently pressing against your's. Not as dominating and harsh as before.

He tugged at your lower lip before pulling away slowly and letting it pop back. Now, his eyes were shining with something you could maybe call affection.

And directly underneath this affection, they were dark and filled with lust, paired with a still lingering disliking. He turned around and walked off, leaving you alone.

You stood there for a few seconds and then turned around to head towards your home.

Were you two a thing now? Why didn't he talk about what you two were? Normally he didn't bring his hook-ups to the arcade or kissed them goodbye, did he? Was this even the same Henry you knew?

Your thoughts didn't stop once until you arrived at your house and threw the bag of food onto the floor. Then, you went upstairs to lay down and think some more...

Why did you even like it? For fuck's sake, why did you even allow it?

He cut you open like some fish, he and his gang were constantly bullying your little brother and his friends, Henry's best friend hated you to the core just as much as you hated him and actually, you had always hated Henry too.

So why, after one kiss and a sloppy apology, did you forgive him?

You didn't know if you knew the answer. As stupid as it sounded. You didn't want him to beat you up, you wanted to get on his good side because you no longer wanted to be a victim to him.

Although you hadn't clarified your thoughts or feelings, you knew, that they were some of the reasons you had allowed him to drag you to the arcade.

But then again, why did it feel so good? It couldn't be that bad if it felt like this, could it?

When you were playing games together, he wanted to win and be better than you.

Henry got to choose what you played, got to choose who got which character and got to choose what drink you bought to cool youself down.

And it's not like he didn't know this. He knew exactly, that he had the upper hand and control. The whole time.

The boy knew you were still scared of him, but he also noticed how you reacted to his touch. Willingly or not, when he kissed you, you sank into his kiss. When he showed you how a certain game worked and his hands touched your's, you shivered and felt yourself enjoying the touch.

When he stood behind you and placed one of his hands on your waist, looking over your shoulder to see the screen of the game machines, your skin heated up underneath his.

Did he even deserve to be forgiven? You found yourself debating on many other questions, but that was one of the few that stung out a lot.

What were his intentions? Did he want to hurt you or do you good?

You opened the door to your room and locked it, before you let yourself fall onto your chair. You let your head fall back and stared at the ceiling.

What the hell had happened today?

When you looked towards your bed a few minutes later, the memory of Mrs. Sunker in your room flashed up infront of your inner eye.

She had seen what Henry and Patrick had done to you... she even cried, telling your about it..

You were definitely playing down the fucked up stuff that had happened. Bowers didn't deserve shit after what he had done to you.

He could stick his lousy apology up his ass. Years of repression and you had forgotten how it had felt... how traumatized and scared you had been.

Minutes passed and you were still sitting on your chair, looking down onto your bed with a stern face.

And although you didn't show any emotions through your features, the tears that were stinging in your eyes told enough about how you felt right there and then.

You had been stupid enough to spend the afternoon with this asshole. Yes, it was probably useful—maybe you were on his good side now and he would finally leave you and your brother alone, but maybe...

maybe you weren't.

Only now you realized, that Henry wouldn't care. The kiss did not mean anything to him, because he never cared.

How would a kiss with somebody he didn't like change him? Why would he show you some sympathy or grace?

And why would he stop with terrorizing his favorite group of losers? Especially now, with Beverly and Ben being in there too...

Henry Bowers wasn't a guy to simply kiss, nor was he the guy to let you get onto his good side.

You either fucked or blew him and ended up getting labeled a slut or bad bitch or you became a part of his clique of social rejects.

Both was not an option. It made your head hurt to think about the blonde boy any further.

The only conclusion you took out of all the trouble in your mind was that you didn't know shit about him and should still hate him.

You had figured out a few pros of kissing him and hanging around him and then you had your tons of contras on why you shouldn't do exactly that.

You stood up, shaking your head wildly before laying down on your bed. Sniffing, you rubbed your tears off of your face. You remembered how Henry had done it only hours before.

What was his plan? He had never been that gentle to anybody...

You snuggled into your blanket and tried to have a quick nap before you would get called down for dinner.

You hated, that you knew you were about to forgive Henry if he would keep being "nice" to you.

The slightest bit of affection made you think he maybe had changed. And you hated that.

With this thought, you fell asleep.