it imagines. | 1990-2017

Patrick Hockstetter

"Ok class, since it's the last day before summer we're going to be doing some class activities!" Our History teacher, Miss Bumoll announced to us whilst we sat in boredom at our desks.

"What fun." I groaned sarcastically, leaning back in my chair and chewing on the inside of my cheek. She looked at me in annoyance before managing to reply back to me.

"Y/N if you're going to be negative like that, get out of my classroom!" She raised her eyebrows and pointed to the door with her wrinkly bony finger. I rolled my eyes and shrugged, whilst crossing my arms. "Right, where was I?" Miss Bumoll continued.

"Someones on their period." I heard someone whisper and giggle from behind me, what made me instantly jolt around to see Patrick sitting behind me.

"Shut up Patrick Star." I attempted to insult him, but it came out a little wrong and weak what made me feel like a complete idiot.

"Oooh my feelings." He put his hands on his heart and furrowed his eyebrows, whilst leaning into my face a little.

"Twinkle twinkle, Patrick star.." I started to sing as I swayed my head back and forth.

"That's not funny! Stop!" He groaned as I started singing louder, but obviously I wasn't putting any effort into it because I was crap at singing.

"I made myself a sandwich! My mommy named it Fred.." I started clapping and clicking my fingers as I watched his facial expressions. It was a mixture between wanting to laugh and wanting to act 'hard' like as if he didn't care, but inside I knew he thought I was being funny.

"Y/N, turn around!" I jumped and turned around to face Miss Bumoll with a furious look on her face. "Stop flirting with Patrick." Everyone started laughing but I just gasped, as I felt my face turn bright pink. I turned around and saw Patrick sitting there looking at his desk with also a bright pink face. We awkwardly made eye contact so I immoderately turned back around and started listening to what Miss was saying about what we where going to do.

-time skip to the middle of class-

The whole class had to get into groups and create a speech about what they loved about being at school. Honestly, I don't know how Miss Bumoll could call this fun. Although I was quiet for the rest of class because of what Miss had said infront of the whole class. It was true, I do quite like Patrick but I'm not sure he knows that.

"Y/N, please say something." My friend Anna said while poking my arm with her pen, I just looked down at the table and rested my head on my other arm and closed my eyes.

"I'm just tired." I said trying to brush her and the rest of my group off, I wasn't really tired I just had Patrick on my mind and just other stuff in general.

"You're not tired you liar." Gretter sniffed at me, as I opened my eyes and looked up again. I looked across the class to see Patrick looking at me with narrow eyes, I immediately looked back down and pretended that I didn't notice him staring at me. My whole group giggled at me and realised what was on my mind.

"He's looking you Y/N." My other friend Molly said nudging my side whilst Anna drew something on my arm. I looked over to see a love sign with Patrick written in black spot on in the middle, what made me feel even worse.

"Anna!" I moaned at her as I furiously rubbed my arm, but It wouldn't come off.

I glanced over to the pen she used and it was a permanent marker. I felt like just braking down and crying.. not just over Patrick but over other stuff I was dealing with. I clenched my fists to keep me from crying, I wouldn't ever let anyone see me cry. I started panicking, rubbing as hard as I could until my arm had completely gone red, but only a tiny bit of pen had came off. I kept on lifting my head up and jolting it back down to my arm, to make sure Patrick or anyone was looking at my arm. My friends where all sniggering as I struggled and panicked. I shot them all a glare but they all continued, until I felt two hands on my shoulder and someone rest their chin on my head. I jumped and turned my head around, to see a Patrick Hockstetter stood behind me looking at my arm. I instantly covered it but he had already read it, and my face was smothered with embarrassment. I looked up at him and looked back down, turning around and facing my friends and mouthed 'SHIT' to them. I wanted him to go away, I just wanted to yet again crawl under a rock or turn into my spirit animal, a house fly. (omg i just wanted to put that house fly joke in.)

"Y/N." I heard Patrick's brusk voice say to me. I didn't know what to say so I turned around slowly and looked up at him. "Wait for me after class." He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked back over to the people he was working with in the corner of the room. I turned back around to face my friends, whose faces where in shock on what just happened.

"I think I deserve a thank you." Anna winked at me and smirked before putting her head back down, continuing writing something on our poster.

-after class-

The bell started to ring, and that was our cue to rush out of the class as quickly as possible to get back home for the start of the summer break. Although, this was not my intention because Patrick has asked me to wait for him. I walked over to him, and he walked over to me. We looked at eachover for a bit in silence before we snapped out of it and realised our teacher was staring at us.

"C'mon, w-we can't talk here." He grabbed my wrist and it felt like he dragged me out of the room, as he walked so fast. Yet my legs are way shorter than his so I kind of understood.

"Where are we going?" I questioned him, as I tried to keep up with him.

"Somewhere." He replied bluntly what made me terrified, what was he gonna do? My mind raced with questions until I realised we had stopped outside of the school by a tree.

"Show me what was on your arm. I wanna make sure it- .. doesn't matter. Just p-pull up your sleeve." He tugged on the end of my baggy jumper.

I was hesitated a little, but I was scared that If I didn't listen to him he would hurt me in some way. I slowly lifted up my sleeve and he slowly and softly twisted my arm around to see the heart sign with his name written inside of it. He gently pulled my sleeve back down once he studied it, and I flinched and braced myself to be punched in the face. However, Instead of being punched I was immediately shocked when I felt a pair of soft lips joined with mine. I took a few seconds to realise what was happening because I didn't get kissed very often, but I kissed back and intertwined my hands with Patrick's. After what it seemed like an hour, but was only a few seconds, we both pulled away slowly looking deep into eachovers glistening eyes.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He blurted out, not hesitating once as he stroked the top of my hand slowly.

"Y-yes." I tightened the grip on Patrick's hand, as we leaned in once more smiling widely. I felt out lips brush against eachover before we both jumped out of our skin by someone shouting in the distance.

"HOW CUTE!" I heard Anna shout from the over side of the road, as she ran back to where ever she came from.

"She's such a weirdo." I furrowed my eyebrows, and watched her as she sprinted back up the street as I walked off with Patrick hand in hand back to what I assumed was his place.

I felt tingly, and loved for the first time in my life knowing that this summer was going to be like a fantasy.

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