Patrick Stump Imagines

Secrets (Part 4)

"Where were you two last night? We had to let your own daughter to call you because you weren't answering any of our calls!" Joe exclaimed in concern as he turned to Patrick.. Andy was watching as he sipped his drink and observed what was happening. "And you. You missed a recording. The producer told us there's a chance that the album will be postponed, or if not, you'll have to record 10 songs in a day. Put your obligations first."

Patrick sighed. "I tried, okay? But (Y/N) had no ride last night and she needed to get home. I just did what I was supposed to do and brought her home."

"But I thought you hated her?" Andy spoke up as a moment of silence fell across the four of you. Joe was observing your reactions until his face landed on your neck and lit up.

"Tell me, (Y/N), what did you really ride last night? Patrick's car or Patrick himself?"

You gasped loudly. "What does that question even mean?"

"I'd rather die than have sex with her," Patrick mumbled. Inside, you wanted to kick him where the sun doesn't shine for that comment.

"Oh, really? Then explain why the both of you were gone last night and (Y/N) has a red hickey on her neck," Joe accused as his finger went to your neck. You looked down and covered your face in shame as Patrick did the same. "So you did," Joe sighed. "You had sex last night."

"I wasn't thinking," you mumbled. You were lying; you knew what you were doing the whole time and didn't regret a single moment of it.

In the corner of your eye, you could see Patrick look at you in dismay. You wanted to apologize but it would only give it away.

Andy sighed. "I don't know what Pete's going to think about this."

"Think about what?" a voice asked from the arch of the door. The three of you shot looks at Pete while Joe was rolling his eyes in annoyment. "What's going on?"

You sighed. "Pete, trust me when I say you don't want to hear it."

"Yes, no one does," Joe said, glaring at Patrick.

Andy cleared his throat and shifted in his seat before standing up and dusting his pants off. "I'll just go... get a snack."

Joe averted his gaze to Andy who was looking at Joe awkwardly. "I'll... also get a snack."

The both of them walked outside when Pete took their place on the black leather couch, confused and curious. "What happened?"

The both of you were silent. No one wanted to say anything. "Come on, tell me," Pete taunted. You buried your head in your hands again, not wanting to just burst out and give him the truth that he wants. He sighed. "So that's how it's going to be? No one's going to—"

"You're a fucking prick," Patrick said to Pete. You turned your head to the latter as you raised your eyebrows in confusion. "If she doesn't want to admit it, don't force her. At least respect her privacy."

"Not when I know you have anything to do with it." Pete stood up and crossed his arms. "Because I know you were the one who started this mess. Because I know that you were the one who fucked her minds out last night."

"What?" You gasped. "What are you saying?"

"Stop denying. We both know that the only reason why you were out last night was because of him."

Your head was in a flurry. You had nothing to say, but there was one question that lingered in your mind; how does he know?

"He fucking raped me!" you screamed. Patrick's head shot up as Pete eyed him in disgust. Patrick looked at you with a shocked and hurt expression which made you want to take back what you said; it wasn't true after all.

"You raped my girlfriend?" Pete screamed at his best friend as he grabbed his collar and pulled him up. "And you even had the guts to show your face to me?"

Patrick choked on his collar as he tried to pull away, but wasn't able to avail of any success. "I didn't! She herself knows what really happened. Come on, (Y/N), tell him. Tell him what happened."

You shook your head as you ran outside the room, hearing someone punch and a groan as the sound of something hitting the floor made you flinch. And you thought that running was going to solve your problems.