Patrick Hockstetter

Promise.

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

"What's up with you?"  Stanley asked him, I watched Richie as he sat down still holding the same facial expression, it made me giggle a little bit.

"Patrick Hockstetter."  He said, looking at me.  I looked up at him furrowing my brows.

"I swear to god if he's hurt you, I'll rip his fucking di-."  I started, until Richie cut me off, waving his hands in front of my face.

"No, that's the thing...  He was weird, he was upset.  He told me to ask you if you could meet him after lunch."  Richie said in a defensive tone.

"Did he say why?"  

"He just wants to talk, from what I can gather, he misses you."  Richie said, shoving my fries into his mouth and chewing obnoxiously loud in my ear.

I sat wondering why he wanted to talk to me, when I was pulled out of my thoughts by Bill poking my thigh, I looked at him and he pointed towards the doors.  Patrick walked in.  He looked straight at me, I held eye contact, he did the same for a couple of seconds before smiling and ruffling his hair around a bit, I watched him as he walked over to his friends, I could feel his eyes watching me for the next 20 minutes, but I decided that I was going to ignore it.

Soon enough there were only 10 minutes left of lunch.  The Losers and I were grabbing our bags, ready to leave when Patrick approached us.  I turned around, ready to walk away when he grabbed a hold of my arm, gently.

"Meet me behind the school, end of lunch.  Please show up.  I know you have a free period."  He pulled me close and whispered in my ear.

"Why?"  I looked at him, removing his hand.

"Please."  He simply said, holding my hands.

I looked down at my hands and then back up to him, noticing that he was looking at my lips.  I re-adjusted my bag before walking off.

"Are you gonna meet him?"  Richie asked, he had been waiting for me by the door with the others.

"Yeah, I'm intrigued."  I admitted.

"Be careful, please.  You don't know what he's capable of."  Richie said, squeezing my hand and giving me a smile.

"I'm sure I can manage him, don't worry."  I smile, kissing his cheek.  I love my best friend.

The bell rang, signalling that lunch was over.

"I gotta blast, baby, but text me and tell me what happens!"  Richie smiled, pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead.  I smile to myself watching him walk away with Bill.  I turned around to see Patrick watching, I smirk as I walk straight past him, heading for the back of the school.

I arrive and drop my bag on the floor and sit next to it, pulling my cigarettes out and lighting one.

"Hey."  I heard his voice.  I looked up at him.

"Why am I here, Patrick?"  I ask, exhaling the smooth smoke, he sits next to me, watching me closely.

"I fucked up, really fucking bad."  

"Well done, can I go now?"

"Please just...  Just listen to what I have to say."  He said, holding onto my forearm.  I sat back down and he let out a sigh.  "Listen, I've never met someone like you before.  Usually girls just fall at my feet, wanting me to fuck them.  I've never craved or wanted someone as much as I want you.  I've never had a girlfriend, all those other girls, they only want the reputation that I fucked them, you're different though, you don't obsess over me, or nag me.  I swear, that first day I saw you and you stood up for Tozier against Bowers, that made me know for a fact that you were different.  And I'm sorry if I don't know how to show those feelings, but what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry and I really fucking like you."  He finished, his voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.