Chapter 3

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Thursday, 10 am, principals office

This was an injustice! Terrible! Here Y/N had gone to school only to be pulled into the principals office.
         Y/N sat in principal, mrs jona campels office. They stared at eachother. A growing rock of pity forming in her stomach.
Why am I here? Why wont she say anything?
       Fellow children were afraid of y/n, whereas adults found her to be a pleasent young woman, just having a bad day if a bad day could be eveey day. If she or her friends ever got into serious trouble, her father bailed her out. Y/n never knew serious consequences. Her own mother didnt even yell at her..or speak to her.
A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts
      "Yes come in please," Mrs Campel said standing up, extending a hand in greeting. Following her gaze, y/n looked behind her to see..her parents. Shit
      "Please have a seat mr. and mrs.
L/N,"
      Her parents filed into the room and sat in the cushioned chairs on opposite sides of y/n. Their faces cold and stern.
      5 more minutes of silence ticked by until a second knock on the door brought the conversation to begin. Another beckon of greeting and a uniformed officer appeared at the door.
   "Hello Oswald," y/ns father said greeting the fellow officer
     "F/n," Oswald said simply.
      "We have asked you all here for one reason," Mrs Campel began, pursing her thin lips. "I trust that you have all heard about the tragedy that occured late last night."
      "The murders?" Her father asked. The Officer nodded.
   "What does that have to do with our daughter?" M/N asked putting her arm on Y/Ns shoulder.
       "After talking to some of the victims classmates, we have found that your daughter has had some ...aggressive confrontations with them," the officer said solemnly.
    "ALL I DID WAS TRIP JENNIFER!"
Y/N blurted her face was going red with anger. Are they accusing me of murder?!?
    "You did say you were going to kill her," the officer responded.
   "No i didnt mean it! Empty threat! Empty threat!" She called looking at her parents for support, neither of them met her eye.
    "Either way, until we know for sure what happened we think it would be in your daughters best interest..to leave the school..permanently," mrs campel said her green eyes flicking from y/ns mother to her father.
     "Alright," was all her father said. He grabbed his daughter by the back of her shirt collar and lifted her up. M/N gathered her purse and stood up.
   "We will get her things and leave," her mother whispered choking back tears. Y/N was in silent shock.
      As she left the office she saw Ally sitting to the left with her parents and Natalie to the right with hers. As she walked by she rolled her eyes to the both of them. Ally looked fearful and Natalie looked emotionless staring at the floor.
                       •••••
      In turn they had all been expelled, word flew by the school and soons they couldnt even walk near a former classmate with a; MURDERERS!! Being shouted their way. For the last month of school they would attend Derry District Hight School. And today (Friday) was their first day, they had been separated into different classes.
        Y/n walked into her first class, a science one, she paused infront of the teachers desk.  A tired face greeted her. The teacher stood up and held a hand out. Y/n could feel the eyes of everyone in the room begin to look at her.
    "Im Mrs. Kershan, the grade 10, science teacher, you are y/n are you not?" Y/N couldnt find her voice, only nodded silently.

    "Ook," Mrs. Kershan said, she shook
Y/Ns hand, then surveyed the room.
    Y/N followed her gaze to look at all the other students, they all looked seemingly normal. (It was a rumour at the private school that only freaks went to DDHS).
       "There is one open seat, Infront of Patrick. Itll only be today dont worry," the teacher rubbed Y/ns shoulder and pointed to the seat second from the back.
       'Patrick' looked the most abnormal of all of them. Y/n walked to her seat, in the split second before she sat down, she tried to remember the boys features.
           Although seated, he looked lanky, long arms and tall in his chair. He had tan-ish skin and medium length shaggy black hair and green eyes. He didnt have a textbook or notebook out, he just had his hands clasped around a closed pencil case.
      Within 10 minutes of sitting in class y/n felt the left strap of her bra tighten and lift off her shoulder. And within half a second after that it came back in contact with her skin. Smack! Her shoulder began to sting immensely.
    Y/n turned around frowning. Patrick sat with a pleased look on his hollow face.
     "What the hell is that for?" She asked. Patrick smiled.
      "I wanna show you something ~" he said softly. His voice was deep but quiet.
       " I dont give a shit i wanna learn," y/n shot back. He looked hurt for a second and opened his mouth to speak but she had turned around again.
     She felt the familiar lifting of her bra strap (the right one this time) then..smack! It came snapping back.  Y/n turned around again.
      "I said i wanted to show you something!" He hissed, still trying to keep his voice low.
     "Well get on with it then!" Y/N hissed back, not wanting to miss anything the teacher was saying.
        He flipped the pencil case around and opened it. Y/N winced as she looked in. One would suspect a PENCIL box held PENCILS. NOPE.
The box was almost filled to the brim with dead flies (and other insects).
     "Thats...lovely," Y/N said (sarcastically). His eyes lit up.
    "Really? You like it?" His voice went up an octave and he smiled.
   Y/n gave an uncomfortable smile and turned around. Fricking weirdo. She mouthed as she copied down more notes.
The bell rang
     Y/n gathered her notes and stood up, she felt a hand slide onto her waist;
     "See you later lovely~" he cooed, it was patrick, of course.  She shivered as she watched him walk away.
     For the rest of the day though she couldnt shake the feeling of him.
  Who the hell are you Patrick..
                    ••••
Alright thats enough writing for tonight, longest chapter yet! And Patrick is in it even better! This is more book Patrick at the moment, the one that groped female classmates that sat infront of him (hence why that seat was empty!) hope you all enjoyed! Still getting the hang of writing this :)

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