gonna get burnt • patrick hockstetter x oc

07; the quarry

*warnings/triggers* foul language, mentions of sex
september 26, 1988 cont.
9 pm
"hockstetter?" richie was flabbergasted as patrick and i walked into the house. the losers club were playing their favorite game mystery mansion, which was spread across the small table.

"hey, rich, where'd you put the broom?" i asked as i ignored the puzzled expressions from the young boys surrounding me.

"in the closet." rich said uncertainty written all over his face. "why is he—"

"i'll be back." i quickly cut rich off as i grabbed patrick's hand and drug him up the stairs towards my bedroom.

"w-w-why is that a-asshole in your h-house?" bill asked directly to richie.

"what do you think they're doing?" eddie chimes in with his own question.

"i think you know what they're doing eddie." stan responded.

"uris that's my sister!" rich hit stan's arm, causing a roar of laughter and giggles from the small group.

once patrick got to my room i instantly closed the door.

"it's not social hour i see." patrick huffed our with laughter.

"shut up." i barked in return. "now clean up your mess." i said as i picked up the rock that was surrounded by fragments of glass and put it on my dresser.

as patrick took the broom from me, he groaned quietly and started to sweep. i watched as he concentrated on the task, furrowing his dark eyebrows as he swept back and forth. "so i take it you didn't like my gift." patrick's mouth upturned into a smirk as he handed me the tray now full of glass.

"what the fuck do you think?" i snapped, taking the pan to dump the remains into my trash can. "why the hell are you here anyways? why the hell is your douches in crime here too?"

"i missed you." patrick's smirk grew wider as he placed his hand on my hip.

"bullshit." i scoffed as i moved myself away from him.

"i take it you're not very happy with me." patrick said through his smile, gaining amusement from my anger.

"yeah i'm pissed. you fucking humiliate me in front of the whole school! girls talk shit about me and call me a whore, and guys grab at me in the hallway. it's pissing me off! what we did meant nothing, and it was nothing!" i started in on him, gaining my fire back that i had previously on the lawn, "what we did was nothing patrick! maybe the reason you can't get in my pants is because i don't want to catch whatever fucking std you have from all the girls you fuck! you'll fuck anything that moves for gods sake!"

"can't lie it's starting to turn me on when you're angry." patrick laughed as he started to move closer to me, so i was leaned up against the dresser. "come with us. you'll have a fun time."

"i'll pass. i don't want to watch you guys gang bang." i snarked anger the only thing evident in my voice.

"do you ever fucking shut up?" patrick groaned as he moved away from my body now and towards the door. "have fun getting it on with the little jewish boy downstairs."