Patrick Hockstetter

Cheater

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

I was awoken the next morning by my alarm, Patrick was still asleep, I kissed his forehead and jumped out of bed, grabbing my makeup bag and a clean towel, walking into the en suite bathroom, I may as well go for a shower before Patrick wakes up.

*PATRICK'S P.O.V.*

I woke up and Y/N wasn't there next to me, I sat up and looked around her room.  Nope, she wasn't here.  I got out of bed and stretched.  I heard running water coming from the room next door, I opened the door to a room full of steam, she was just stepping out of the shower with a white towel wrapped around her perfectly shaped body, she hadn't seen me yet because I was still leaning against the door frame.

"Where was my invite?"  I bit my lip, pushing myself up off the door frame, making my way over to her.

"Good morning, handsome."  She smiled, standing on her toes to kiss me.  The way the sun was shining through the frosted glass on the window and then hit her beautiful skin, and the way how the water dripped from her hair onto her shoulders and then rolled down her chest, it was...  Perfect.  "Hello...  Patrick!"  She laughed waving her hand in front of my face.

"Huh?"  She snapped me out of my trance.

"I said, do you want breakfast?"  She giggled, putting her underwear on underneath the towel.

"Are you on the menu?"  I asked, walking up to her and placing my hands on her waist.

"Not today, Romeo."  She smiled.  God, she was so fucking gorgeous.

"I'll go make pancakes."  I smiled, kissing her temple.

"Please try your best NOT to set the house on fire."  She giggled.

"As long as I get to save the pretty girl I'm happy."  I said, before leaving to get dressed.

I was making pancakes when I got a phone call off Belch.

"Hey man, Henry's gotta go see the doctor or something so he's coming in late.  You want a ride?"  He asked.

"Uh, yeah sure but I'm at Y/N'S place."  

"That's cool, see you in 20."  He said, before ending the phone call.

I set the food on the counter top and heard footsteps behind me.  Y/N.  She was wearing a long ripped shirt with a flannel wrapped around her waist, along with fishnets and combat boots.

"Belch is picking us up, so eat."  I kissed her cheek.  She sat herself on the counter and started eating, I watched as her legs were dangling down, and then I noticed something.

"You're not wearing shorts under that, are you baby."  I said, putting my body between her legs.

"Is it obvious, I should go and change, right?"  She said, attempting to move.

"You look great, keep it on for me?"  I smirked, kissing her neck.  I heard her whimper.

"Fine, but only for you."  She kissed me but were interrupted by Belch outside with his hand on his horn.

"We gotta go."  I said, lifting her down by her thighs, before shovelling my food into my mouth.

"Oh Patrick,"  She caught my attention, and I nodded as a reply.  "Should I wear the flannel or not?"  She asked with a smirk oh her face.

"I don't know?"  I shrugged my shoulders.  I watched her remove the flannel from around her waist, she then bent over to pick up her bag, exposing  her perfect ass in her lace black underwear.

"Without the flannel!"  I said, grabbing my bag with one hand and squeezing her ass with the other.

We left the house and Y/N locked the door, we were walking to the car and Vic was sat in the front with Belch.  Me and Y/N climbed into the back and within the 10 minute drive to school, I had managed to pull Y/N onto my lap, I'd also created several new marks on her neck.

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

Patrick started to bite and suck harder on my neck, so I decided to grind hard on his lap, which caused a moan, somehow louder than the Metallica song that Belch was playing.

"Hey, if you're gonna fuck in my car, don't get cum on the seats."  Belch shouted, causing me to blush and hide my face in Patrick's neck, where I took my revenge, leaving dark marks all over.

"Bitch."  Patrick smirked, placing his hand on my thigh.  

We finally arrived at school, and Patrick climbed out first, holding his hand out for me.  I kissed him before we were interrupted.

"Hey lovebirds."  Richie shouted, approaching us with the rest of the Losers.  I smiled, and they all pulled me into a hug.

The day went by pretty fast and soon enough I had finished gym and I was grabbing my bag...  Hmm, strange.  I swear I had my flannel in my bag...  Maybe I left it in my locker, or Patrick probably came and stole it as a joke, the shit head!

I grabbed my things and made my way to my locker where I usually met up with all the guys.  I had my headphones in, smiling at certain teachers and muttering a 'hello'.  I turned the corner towards my locker, I saw the Losers and the Bowers Gang stood there, with weird facial expressions...  Why?  I got closer and noticed Patrick pushed up against a locker, his hands on a blonde girls waist.  The same blonde girl who was wearing my missing flannel.  I stood and leaned against the locker, the others looking at me confused.

"Hi Patrick."  He quickly broke away from the make out session and looked at me, I faked a smile.  "Who's this?"  I questioned.

"I'm his girlfriend."  The girl replied for him.

"Oh yikes, so am I actually...  Well, I was.  Fuck you Patrick, you absolute piece of shit!"  I hissed.  "Oh, and this,"  I ripped my flannel from around the girls waist, "This is mine!"  I spat, before storming out of the school.