Bowers Gang {Imagines, Stories, Etc}

Patrick Tries to Impress You

You were walking through the woods barefoot enjoying the warm weather and letting the subtle breeze flow your dress from side to side.  In your hands you held flowers that you picked and put some into your hair, feeling euphoric. You sighed wishing you had taken your fathers camera so you could capture the beauty of the trees swaying in the breeze, the flowers in your hands, and the grass beneath your feet. Your head cleared as you walked through the woods in absolute bliss taking everything in and breathing in the clean air.  You heard a few sticks and twigs break behind you, thinking maybe it was only the animals, you kept walking and listening to the steps behind you becoming more human like. Stopping in your tracks you heard a few deep breaths that were not yours, your heart dropped.  You slowly looked behind you to see a dark haired boy towering over you and only getting taller as he comes closer.  He stops just inches from you and looks down to your eyes, his creepy ass smile widens across his face as his sharp teeth show through.  "Patrick Hockstetter" you thought, "the most notorious of the Bowers Gang and the craziest fucker out of all of them." Your eyes widen and the color drains from your face and you begin to think you are in the middle of the woods with this psycho.  "Hello Y/n." He says with his eyes burning a hole into your head with his eyes.  "Fuck!" you thought. "Hello Hockstetter" you tried to smirk and not seem terrified of the boy standing in front of you.  His eyes shimmered and his shoulders tensed as he put his hand in his back pocket.  You could see the muscles in his arm flex as he reached back, you gasped hoping he wouldn't hear what came out of your mouth. He did. He chuckled knowing exactly what you were looking at, his eyes went darker as you could see the wheels in his head turning. "Can I show you something?" He asked as his smile went to a smirk. "Um" was all you could get out before he took out his lighter and aerosol can. Your face turned to panic as you stepped back scared of the flames he was about to produce. He lined up his lighter to the can and pointed at your dress just before the huge gust of flames came racing towards you, hitting the skirt of your dress and grazing your skin as you fell back and fanned and patted out the flames. Patrick stood there laughing his ass off and he watched you struggle with your dress on fire with having no intentions of helping you. You began crying as the flames began to dance on your skin and you yelped as you felt the stinging of the fire touch you and the sting of tears filling your eyes. Patrick is laughing harder as your rolling to get the flames out and tears begin to fall from his eyes but not the same reason as yours were falling. As the fire went out you looked at your dress as it was scorched to your thigh and the skin that used to be under your dress was now pink with blotches of red collecting between the pink and blood slowly making it's way out of your body. "What the hell, Patrick!" You yelled at him tears now staining your face. "That worked out so much better than I thought it would!" He said still laughing as he reached down to pick up the flowers that you dropped with some of the petals scorched and with one or two untouched by the heat. You got up trying to ignore the pain in your leg and walked past him to go home "freak" you mumbled. He grabbed your shoulder before you could get too far, "Only if you want me to be princess" he softly said as he got lower to you. He pulled your arm away and gave him a look of disgust. "Let me know when you stop being a pussy and you wanna see more than just your dress burn to ashes" he chuckled as you walked off with anger flowing through your veins. As you got home you showered and tended to your wound and got dressed for bed, your mind still racing about the day you had. Dropping onto your bed you closed your eyes and saw the flames from earlier dancing on your dress, but with this time you weren't scared, more intrigued. You focused on the orange flames as they swayed looking like a dancer freeing their mind of everything and becoming so graceful you didn't want to look away. You eyes shot open when you heard a knock on your window, you looked outside, as it was getting darker outside you walked closer to catch a glimpse of what knocked on your window. You gasped when you saw Patrick sitting on a branch waving at you with that creepy grin again. "How the hell do you know where I lived?" You quietly said as you opened the window. "Don't worry about that, you were thinking about the fire weren't you?" He smiled like he knew exactly what you were thinking about. You bit your lip as your mind began to think of the dancing flames again. His smirk grew as he was familiar with that look, "Meet me tomorrow after school, don't make me wait or me and the boys will find you." He said as he attempted to threaten you. "Shit" you thought as you watched him climb down the tree and run off into the dark woods.

I hoped you liked this little story I might suck right now but I am getting better the more I write. Let me know if you want me to write anything or if you have any ideas you want to share. Thanks for reading ❣️