Bowers Gang preferences And Imagines

Obsessed pt 2

Determined to uncover Patrick's killer and discover their true admirer, Y/N kept themselves updated on the case. So far, the authorities had identified the murder weapon as a pocket knife, but given that everyone seemed to have one, this clue was not particularly revealing.

During Y/N's English class, they overheard a conversation between Victor and Henry. "Honestly, serves him right. He was being such a creep," Henry said, crossing his arms.

"You can't blame him. It's scary because that means there's someone out there more dangerous than him," Victor replied.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Henry huffed.

"Well, if I'm being honest, you were always scared of Patrick, even when he pissed you off. You couldn't do anything about it," Victor said.

Henry turned red with embarrassment. "Well, not saying I did it, but if I wanted to fight him, I'd clearly win," Henry retorted. Victor chuckled.

The conversation struck Y/N. Could one of Patrick's friends be involved? But what would their motive be? Could it have been their admirer? Despite the lack of direct evidence, Y/N decided it was important to stay alert.

Y/N needed more answers. Although there was no concrete evidence, they couldn't shake the suspicion that their admirer might be involved. They decided to visit the Hockstetter house, where Patrick had been found dead. They knocked on the door, which opened slightly. Mrs. Hockstetter, with red eyes from crying, greeted them.

"Oh, hello dear," Mrs. Hockstetter said, opening the door wider. "Hello, Miss. I came to bring you these. I know it's not much, but I wanted you to know I'm here for you," Y/N said, handing over a container of cookies. Mrs. Hockstetter smiled faintly and motioned for Y/N to enter.

"It's sad. Patrick would have loved these; they were his favorite," Mrs. Hockstetter said, leading Y/N to the living room sofa. "He also really liked you. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, but he was very fond of you. I've never seen him so excited talking about someone, though he was too shy to approach you."

Y/N was confused. "Shy?"

Mrs. Hockstetter nodded. "Oh yes, very shy. His friends kept putting thoughts into his head, saying you would either run away or laugh at him. But I told him with confidence that anyone would fall for his charm." It was strange hearing a mother's perspective on her child, who had clear issues, psychotic issues.

Mrs. Hockstetter started to tear up. "Oh, sorry dear. There's something in Patrick's room that I know he would have wanted you to have. I left it on his desk in case you came by."

Y/N went to Patrick's room and looked around. It was messy—posters of half naked women, dirty clothes, an unkempt bed, and jars containing animal bones. On the desk was a small box. Y/N opened it and found a gold bracelet adorned with beautiful gems. Inside was a note:

"Dear Y/N,

I want you to have something as beautiful as you.

I hope it's the right size."

It was sweet but familiar. Y/N compared it to the last note their admirer had given them. The handwriting matched perfectly—the dots over the "i" and the swirls on the "s." But Patrick couldn't be their admirer, since the note indicated otherwise, and now he was dead.

Y/N approached Mrs. Hockstetter again. "Miss, would you mind if I saw something Patrick wrote? I'd just like one last look at something from him."

Mrs. Hockstetter handed over a note that Patrick had written, which was sloppy and barely legible—nothing like the neat handwriting of the note Y/N had.

Someone must have helped Patrick write the note, and it had to be one of his friends. That friend would be Y/N's real admirer. During history class, the only class they had with Belch, Y/N observed his handwriting. It was neat but was very different from the note, with smaller "a"s and "s"s that connected to other letters that made it look slightly cursive. So, it wasn't Belch for sure.

In English class, Y/N noticed Henry arrived late, and Victor was absent he must have been sick. Y/N's assigned start was far away from Henry so their was no way they'd be able to see his handwriting. When the teacher asked for a volunteer to collect homework, Y/N immediately raised their hand this was their only chance to see it.

"Alright, Y/N, thanks for volunteering," the teacher said.

As Y/N went around the class collecting homework, they carefully examined Henry's paper. The handwriting was a perfect match to the note.

Y/N had found their admirer. But this did not prove Henry killed Patrick. They needed concrete evidence. Henry had a pocket knife; if they could find it and use it as evidence, that would be proof. Knowing that Henry had a crush on them might make getting close to him easier.