Dick Pics (Peterick)

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New iMessage from:

Unknown Number [7]

i'm sorry

i miss u

it's been so long

i haven't seen you in ages...

i came to your baseball game. u did amazing. state champs, yay!

i'm going to fuck off now

just i miss u

Patrick snorts at the messages. He's been done with Pete since he rejected him in front of everyone. Although, Patrick will be the big man and admit that he's in love with Pete. And a small part of him probably always will be.

Patrick's done nothing more than stay out of the public eye for the past two months. All he does in the cafeteria is grab an apple and a bottle of water and walk back to his fifth period teacher's classroom. His teacher, Mr. Quinn, is nice enough to understand his situation, being a closet gay himself.

So he's on the way to Kellin's room with his apple and bottle of water in one hand and phone in the other as he reads through all of the messages. Patrick is then pushed against the lockers, dropping his phone, apple, and water bottle.

A hand his pressed to his neck, and he's is lifted off of the floor. He's being choked, and there's nothing he can do about it. He gasps and gasps for air, but nothing comes. He can't even identify his assaulter because everything is blurry.

"Hey!" He hears Kellin's voice drift down the hall, making the guy that was strangling Patrick drop him. Patrick's head hits the hard tile with a thud. He hears the tap, tap, tap of the worn shoes as he lie on the ground. Mr. Quinn comes running up to him. "Stay with me, kiddo," Patrick is then picked up bridal style by his gay, muscular teacher and rushed to the front office.

He loses consciousness on the ambulance drive to the hospital and is later pronounced to be in a coma that can last for up to a year and a half.

Fucking great.

holy smokes this fucking story