Patrick Hockstetter

I Need Her...

*Y/N'S P.O.V.*

We woke up and got ready for a day in hell, featuring Hockstetter.

We were walking to school, holding hands.  No we weren't a couple but it was still funny to add gasoline to the fire, I mean it probably didn't help with the fact that we were both covered in dark bruises on our necks.

"Hey love birds."  Eddie almost squealed as we approached the rest of the losers who were waiting for us outside the school.

"Wait, you two have hickeys.  Are you actually screwing each other now or what?"  Stanley laughed, looking confused.

"Yeah, last night I slipped on a banana peel and this happened, Hockstetter is after me though."  Richie laughed.

"S-s-shit."  Bill stuttered, swallowing a lump in his throat, before pointing behind us.

I turned to see the Bowers Gang walking up behind us, they shoved past me and Richie, so I just glared at them in return.

"Let's go."  Richie said, holding my waist, walking into the school.

The school day passed pretty quickly.  Victor hadn't said anything to me about the history project, in actual fact he ignored me all day.  I hadn't seen Patrick all day either, except for this morning.  

I was now on my way home alone, Richie and the others had to go to the library to finish off some work, I was invited but I couldn't be bothered, I just wanted to see my bed.  I had to walk the long way round because I had to go to the shops to get some milk and cigarettes.

The town was busy, cars and people filled the roads and sidewalks.  Everyone looked so happy.  I scanned through the people's faces, everyone was smiling and laughing, all except for one familiar face, his eyes were staring right at me.  Patrick.  I put a cigarette between my lips and carried on walking, lifting my hood over my head and walking straight past him.

"I'm sorry."  I heard his voice behind me.

"Save it for the next sucker."  I simply said before turning back around and carrying on with my walk.  

He rushed in front of me.

"What else do you want me to fucking say?"  He yelled, causing several people to turn around and look for a couple of seconds, before carrying on with their routines.

"Nothing, I know what your intentions are now."  I smiled sarcastically before walking past him again.

"Fuck!"  I heard Patrick shout, I rolled my eyes.

This was all his fault, how does he expect me to react?  

I finally arrived at my house, finding a note in my mailbox;

I made a mistake, 

now I'm living with the consequences

I regret it, I really do.

And I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone

Love

P.H. X

So that was it?  It was that easy?  Wow.

*3 Weeks Later*

*PATRICK'S P.O.V.*

I've tried, tried so fucking hard to get her out of my head.  It was almost as though she was real, just like me.  I see her at school all the time with The Losers...  I miss her.

*4 Months Later*

Cindy...  Or Sandy?  Fuck, I can't remember her name.  She was easy and an alright fuck.  She's head over heels in love with me.  It's adorable how she's changing herself for me.  Her and her family are Jesus freaks, she used to dress nicely...  Now she's wearing Metallica shirts, when she doesn't even know 1 fucking song.  She's like a pet, well a rebound.  Why am I thinking this shit?

"You okay Pattie, carry on."  She said, grabbing my hand and placing it back on to her thigh, I just looked at her.  "Pattie?"  She asked, furrowing her eyebrows together.

"I don't fucking want you.  I never wanted you."  I said, looking her in the eyes, watching the tears start to fall.

"You were just a fuck to me."  I whispered in her ear, before walking downstairs.

Her parents had never liked me, especially her Dad.

"She's not that clever, but she's amazing at sucking my dick."  I grinned at her parents, before leaving and slamming the door on my way out.

I miss Y/N,

I want her,

I need her...

*A few days later*

*Y/N'S P.O.V.*

I was sat at the lunch table with the Losers, well all apart from Richie.

We were all joking about when Richie approached us, his facial expression made him look like he'd seen a ghost