it imagines. | 1990-2017

Patrick Hockstetter

Daniella's POV

"Shut up." I moaned as I punched my alarm clock off of my bedside table, sending it plummeting to the ground. Battery's spilled out heading each in an opposite direction as I furrowed my eyebrows and rubbed my eyes with force. "Great." I scoffed in my groggy morning voice and swept my covers off, as the cold thin air nibbled on my arms.

I have been living in Derry for almost six months now, and everything was going kind of smoothly. I have a group of friends who I wouldn't really call the friendliest type of people, but they are my type of people so I am sticking with them. Some people would call us a girl version of the Bowers gang, and some others would call us the stereotypical classic high-school bitches. Although I wouldn't really class myself as a bitch, I'd class myself as your non-stereotypical high-school psychopath. Its true that I was the most satanic member of our group of friends, and I'm sure alot of other people would agree.

"First day back, yay!" I sarcastically shrugged to myself which was a habit I had. It was unfortunately the first day back to school, after our long summer vacation which was a complete pain in the ass for me since I was mostly bored all the time.

I then began to get ready for the day, putting on a new pair of undergarments and some peachy scented deodorant. Deciding I couldn't be bothered to do any makeup, I brushed my hair viciously and pulled it up into a messy bun. After that, I scrambled through my closet eagerly looking for an outfit to wear. Pulling out a pair of skinny black jeans, a simple white shirt and a light blue denim jacket out. I tucked the white shirt carelessly into my black jeans and went to find my black doc martins boots and tucked the ends of my jeans into the boots.

"I totally don't look like a tramp." I sighed and slumped my shoulders again, as I eyed myself up and down in the bathroom mirror. Knowing just staring at myself wont fix my ugliness, I decided to just put the tiniest bit of makeup on since I didn't have enough time.

Once I had covered all of my spots, curled my eyelashes and filled in my eyebrows I was satisfied and left my house without a doubt that my dad was still black-out drunk with my mother in the living room.

-time skip to the first period-

"Hey Daniel." Belch Huggins had turned around and awoke me from my sadistic thoughts. I scoffed at what he just called me, and leaned forward a little to give him a piece of my mind.

"Firstly it's Daniella not Daniel. Secondly turn your fat head around and go back to licking Henry's ass." I huffed and pushed myself back into my seat. However, Belch was sitting there with a shocked look wiped across his face. Although before I knew it he had whipped his facial expression into a nasty grimace and muttered something in response.

"Says the girl who killed a fucking cat." He stuck his middle finger up at me, and then swiftly turned back around and crossed his arms. How did he even find out about that? My mind wandered as a lost look crept along my face.

"I did not just hear that." A familar yet un-familiar voice had chuckled from beside me. I slowly turned my head around to face the person about half a meter away from me sitting at a desk. Patrick Hockstetter. Yes, thats right, Patrick Hockstetter was staring at me with a glint in his eyes and a cheeky smile on his face. I immediately felt frustrated, as Belch said it loud enough for fucking Patrick to hear. Great.

"Yeah, and you better un-hear it before I snap your neck in half and leave you to suffer on the side of the road like roadkill." I snapped at him, not being scared as I knew me and Patrick did have quite a bit in common that he might be layed back a little.

"Wait. Seriously though, you've killed a cat?" He asked with interest in his tone, as his short lanky hair swayed down infront of his eyes so I could barley see them anymore.

"Seriously, shut up or I'll shove this pen up your dick whole." I snapped again, and glared at him before an even wider grin appeared upon his face.

"So you have killed a cat." He said sneakily, while his mind processed what I had just told him to do. "Wait, so if I told you'd shove a pen up my dick whole?" He questioned, still slumped in his chair and grinning widely at my annoyed expression.

"Yes. You have ears don't you?" I answered, with fury building up inside of me. I leaned back in my chair and decided not to pay Patrick anymore attention and bit the inside of my cheek.

"Kinky." He sniggered as I could still feel his eyes still on me. I turned to my side to face him again, and narrowed my eyes at his remark as I watched him even closer. I scoffed and decided to just ignore him again, knowing he'd probably get his faggot friends to 'fight' me.

Slumping back in my chair, I decided to actually pay attention to the lesson.

Although as soon as I started to become engaged in what the teacher was talking about, her talking was interrupted by the school bell ringing. I sighed as I watched all of the students started to grab their possessions and rush out of the classroom, sending my desks in all directions as I tried to keep it steady.

Once everyone was out of the classroom, I decided to check what my next lesson was. I wasn't one of those people to rush to my next class, worrying encase they'd be late and get a detention or a bad report. My eyes scanned the piece of paper until it met Monday, and they travelled down to meet with my next lesson. Maths. God I hated Maths, It was so boring plus I wasn't even that good at it. I really didn't feel in the mood for it, so I decided to just skip.

I always skipped lessons, thats probably the reason why I had such bad grades. I rushed down the corridor, as students fleed from their lockers and to their lessons with multiple books and folders gathered in their hands. I watched a few of them, until I put my attention back to where I was headed which was the toilets.

I figured that I'd just sit in a cubicle and wait the lesson out, although my thoughts guided to something else as I felt someone tug on my arm which sent me flying backwards into them.

I huffed and looked up at the person to see Patrick again. His creepy yet warmish smile was wide, yet again, and his teeth peeked through the gaps in between his lips. I scoffed and furrowed my eyebrows as I started to try and break from his grip, although it was no use. I now stuck with my back pressed against his chest whilst his arms wrapped around my body.

"Listen. If you're so tough then you should come with me, to my fridge." He said to me, with a evil yet mischievous tone.

Why would I want to go to a fridge? I'm already fat enough, I aint eating no chocolate moose today senor. My weird ass thoughts wandered around my brain, making me laugh a little which made me look like a psychopath. But wait, I am one how could I forget?

"Yeah. Ok then. Show me your so called 'fridge'." I sniggered, earning a serious glare off of Patrick. It made me feel on edge, like I've done something wrong. Although I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Patrick fiercely grabbed my hand and rushed into the boys toilets. I grimaced as we entered and saw a puddle of what looked like piss on the floor. But what could I say, it's the boys toilets. I watched him lift himself up onto the counter and him open a smallish window. Although, it was big enough for me and him too fit through. We both crawled out of it and our shoes hit the mushy mud beneath us