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

Sixteen 》Jealous

Henry had driven you to your house and explained to you how you could climb up the wall to your room.

Afterwards, he decided it was time to go. But not without a well-deserved 'Thank you' for driving you home.

He leaned down and captured your lips once again, kissing you deeply. His hands were resting on each side of your head as his tongue invaded your mouth.

He didn't even want to let you go, but you told him how you needed to get home because your dad wasn't at work right now and would freak out if he saw you with him. So he let go.

Luckily, your window was open. You followed his instructions with him still standing there and waiting for you to disappear into your room.

After you had gotten up there, you waved goodbye and closed your "new entrance".

Why had you even left it open? Now your room was cold as fuck! You'd never do that ever again.

Without wasting any more time, you changed your pants and rushed downstairs without getting noticed.

You checked yourself in the bathroom mirror, seeing how less of an injury you had on your face. Not too much, they wouldn't care or notice.

Then you ran to the front door and opened it just to throw it shut a second later, rubbing your hands together. You acted as if you were freezing to make it more realistic, because it was starting to get dark and cold out there.

"I'm home! Gonna take a shower now!", you yelled. "Alright, come get dinner afterwards!"

When you entered the bathroom upstairs, you noticed that your leg was still bandaged... how were you supposed to shower? You couldn't ask your mother for a new one.

So, you turned on the beam of water and waited patiently for a few minutes. Then you turned it off again and held your head under the sink to make your hair wet.

After it was dripping, you used a towel to kind of dry it off and started styling it infront of the mirror.

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July 08, 1988

"G-Get off of her!", your brother yelled at Patrick, who was hovering above you. A sick smirk plastered onto his face.

Henry couldn't help, but ball his hands into fists at the sight of Hockstetter on top of you. Although his expression stayed emotionless, if not happy.

What was he supposed to do now? Tell him to get off of his girlfriend? Yeah... no.

You had both agreed on keeping it a secret when you got together and your relationship had worked pretty good so far. It had been two weeks now.

He wasn't often as gentle or cute as he was the day you got together, but he would show you the affection you needed more than enough.

He even let you shower at his house, so your mother wouldn't find a used bandage in the trash. Afterwards, he'd put on a new one.

You two went to the quarry many times, talking to each other or just laying there and staring at the sky. Although you didn't swim, it was always relaxing.

The Loser Club was curious as to why you spent less time with them and didn't invite them to whatever you were doing.

The Bowers Gang was annoyed, because Henry canceled plans all of a sudden, didn't harass the Losers as often as he used to and started going out without them more often.

Patrick held down your hands above your head, laughing while doing so.

"Really pretty, aren't you, Doll? Such a shame that you aren't willing to go out with me...", he licked his lips like he did pretty much every time he had something bad in his head.

He also noticed you were looking over at Henry, because he was waiting and hoping just for that reaction.

He had seen you walking down the street, that lead to Bowers' house and didn't think anything of it. But when he noticed Henry's strange behavior, he assumed something different.

And it pissed him off to think like that. Blondy was not only the leader of the gang, but also got all the sluts from school—which he thought was strange enough.

Patrick didn't think that Henry would get you too.

Not that he had feelings for you. But you were the one who hated them both the most and got scared by everything they did.

So, how did this son of a bitch pull you? Of course, Patrick was jealous. He hadn't had a good fuck for months because all the hot girls were too afraid of him.

They thought his demeanor was worse than Henry's, which lead to the blonde guy receiving more pleasure.

Now there was a girl who was afraid of him and fucked him? And she was hot?

That's what he wanted for himself. Because he loved sex a lot, but he loved the fear in people's eyes even more.

In his mind, he was sure that he could make you his.

He just had to figure out how Henry had done it and try to be better at it. Easy going.

His friend wouldn't have you for long, because this one thing... this one thing, he'd finally take from him.

And if not, then he'll just slice you into pieces and stuff you away in his fridge.

Patrick swore, that if he couldn't have you, no one could. You were supposed to be his girlfriend, since he deserved to be loved too.

"Or are you?", he asked, chuckling. Right now, he couldn't do anything, so his plan was to simply fuck Henry and you up.

What could he do? Step in? Haha, sure not.

He licked his lips once more, leaning down and resting his head next to your's.

"I wonder what's under all these layers of clothing...", he hummed, grinning before he straightened up again.

He had thought about fucking you before. You had gotten hot over the last two years and he wanted to take you as soon as he saw you bring out the trash.

When he found out who the face he was so familiar with belonged to, he wasn't as shocked as he had thought he would be.

Patrick liked having you back, you were always an entertaining target.

And now even a good looking one.