his secret lover - patrick hockstetter

part8

monday 1989.
it was the day for school. why does school exist? it's actually boring. ive just finished getting ready and i actually looked like ive slept, since the days out with my friends have been making me sleep better.

at school.
i arrived at the school 5 mins earlier, i sat down on a bench, reading my book till patrick appeared next to me, i jumped in my seat lightly. "your really that scared of me." he says, throwing the small rocks at the brick wall. who the hell does he think he is? "im not scared, i just didnt except you to sit next to me." i huffed. he smirks, still throwing rocks at the wall. "you sure about that slut, you were shaking infront of me on friday." he spits out, looking at me. fuck i was? i literally didnt even know. fuck would the school open up already so i can get away from him. "because there was 4 boys surrounded around me, one that carved his initial into me, and you that calls me a slut." i say.

"you look hot when your scared, dont try and hide it. i know your shaking inside. i can feel it." he says before stroking his fingers across my neck and walking off. i shuddered. did he just call me hot? FINALLY THE SCHOOL OPENED. i stand up and walk up in stairs. i walk down the hallway, till i get dragged into the bathroom. guess who?!? patrick.

"what the fuck are u doing?" i say. he covers my mouth, pulling into the stall by my waist. "dont even try and scream, ok darlin?" he says. im so confused. "your friends, there arent ur real friends except beverly. the boys think your spying on them and telling us everything they say to you." he says removing his hand off my mouth. i pant, trying to get my brain caught up with what he just said. "what no. ur lying arent you? your trying to cause something between me and my friends." i say with a tinge of hate. i try n walk out, but patrick grabbed my wrist. "im not fucking lying y/n, dont even think id lie to you." he says letting off of my wrist. i just look at him , walking out.

what if he wasnt lying and they actually was talking about me? i was so confused. i thought they were my friends. a tear leaves me eye, i wipe it away. henry and vic come over to me. "hey whore." henry says laughing with friend. i just wanted to drop dead right there. he couldnt just leave me alone, could he? "henry please, just leave me alone." i say trying to hold my sobs back. he looks at me. he looked sorry for me and i dont even know why. "why should we, your nothing to us." victor says. i just put my head down and walked past them. they are so horrible for me.

2:45 pm.
it was hometime finally. ive been holding my tears back all day. i took myself into a alleway, sitting down on my bag, crying. i hear footsteps and find patrick standing infront of me, he sits down next to me. "whats up, why are u crying beautiful." he says with concern wiping my tears away with his warm thumb. i was so confused as to why he was being nice to me. "henry. he isnt leaving me alone when ive done absolutely nothing to him. i just want him to leave me alone." i say, sobbing even more. patrick puts my head on his shoulder, i cry into his shoulder. he smells so nice, it somehow calms me down a bit.

"its okay, ill tell him to stop. dont worry beautiful." he says stroking my hair. i need to get home. "thank you.. i need to get home sorry." i say, breaking the silence. "ill walk you home." he offers. whys he being like this. i stand up, and so does he. "thank you." i sigh out, grabbing my bag and starts to walk home with him.