when the party's over, hockstetter 𝜗𝜚

vi. stone cold

❨ WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER ❩
CHAPTER SIX:
STONE COLD

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patrick couldn't believe he was doing this.

here he is, standing on the wooden front porch belonging to the one and only greta bowie.

he was ashamed that he let himself stoop so low. yes, he was known as a low-life, greasy haired, fire obsessed, gang-ridden boy, but he had standards.

"look who finally decided to show up." the younger female smirks, cherry flavored lollipop releasing from her lips with a 'pop'.

patrick shuts his eyes tightly to rid his mind of any perverted thoughts.

"the beer... where's it at?"

"there's a cooler in the kitchen."

the long haired boy nods, quickly pushing himself past greta. she giggles to herself as she watches him rush away. there was no doubt in her mind that she'd be getting that boy in her bed tonight.

before the pale female can shut the front door, a foot comes between it, a large hand coming up and pushing the door back open.

henry bowers smiles menacingly at greta, his tall body keeping (y/n) hidden behind him.

"how dare you have a party and not invite me, bowie?" he mocks hurt, "i thought we were friends."

"w-we are. i told patrick to tell you and the gang you all could come." she stutters, not making eye contact. as she looks down at the ground, she notices a familiar pair of dirty converse clad feet behind henry's own.

"great." he chuckles, quickly grabbing (y/n)'s arm and pulling her further into the growing crowd.

greta groans, shouting after the boy.

"i said you and the gang! not the slut!"

the mullet wearing boy is quick to turn on his heel, his eyes showing nothing but hatred for the female.

"she's my cousin, bowie. of course she'd be 'part of the gang. and if i hear you call her a slut again i won't hesitate to shred those curtains i know your ma worked so hard on." he doesn't await a response as he tugs on his cousin's arm, signaling her to follow him.

she does, not wanting to be left alone knowing greta would take any chance she could to try and start something.

"damnit, bowers, could you slow down a bit? you know i'm still a little weak after the oth—oof."

(y/n)'s rant gets cut off as she bumps into a wall, her hands instinctively gripping onto the first thing she can feel. a low gasp leaves her lips as she finally opens her eyes and finds herself in the skinny arms of none other than patrick hockstetter.

patrick's striking blue eyes lock with hers, a spark of electricity buzzing just from the simple touch.

for just a second he lets himself find comfort with her, the top of his lip twitching as if he's going to smile.

(y/n) notices and smiles back, but then frowns as the smile seems to snap him back to reality.

he needed to get as far away from her as he could. he couldn't let her fall for him, he was no good.

with that thought, he let's her drop to the ground, internally cringing as he just barely catches a glimpse of her pained expression.

"patri—"

"do me a favor and forget about me, okay?" he glances down at her one last time before rushing off, not forgetting to grab two beers on his way.

"you okay?" henry comes out of nowhere, gently lifting the female to her feet.

"fine." she huffs, patting his shoulder as she walks to the kitchen for a drink.

she'd need plenty of them if she were going to survive the night.

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"i'm getting another drink, you want one?" victor shouts in (y/n)'s ear as the two of them dance side by side.

hours had gone by since the little incident with the hockstetter boy, but it still hadn't left her mind.

"hell yeah, get me something strong." she shouts over the loud music. vic gives her a worried stare, the slur of her words was quite evident.

"you sure you want somethin' strong? how many drinks have you had already?" he scoots closer, his lips touching her ear as he spoke to her.

the tipsy female giggles, the feeling of his breath on her neck sends shivers down her spine.

"i dunno, only like...three."

the blonde boy gives her a hard stare, his brown eyes scanning her body. from the way she was dancing, she definitely had more than three.

nonetheless, victor nods and walks off.

(y/n) continues to dance wildly in her drunken state, her hands roaming along her own body as she sways her hips to the beat.

she feels a presence behind her, causing her to open her eyes that seemed to fall shut on their own.

they lock with a new pair of brown ones; ones belonging to reginald huggins.

"vic told me to come and check on you while he got the drinks." he says, a bemused expression on his face, "you seem to be having a nice time."

the shorter female nods, a smug grin on her face as she stares at him. her gaze, however, shifts to somewhere behind him, where she sees two dark figures leaned against the wall making out.

intrigued, she squints her eyes and watches with growing curiosity. her gaze remains fixed on the boy, trying to piece together his identity. suddenly, the boy's eyes snap open, and he stares directly at her, his intense gaze seeming to pierce through her very soul.

it's in that unsettling moment, with his eyes locked onto hers, that she finally recognizes who he is.

time seems to slow down as patrick's piercing blue eyes remain locked onto hers, creating an intense connection. his hands glide gently down greta's back, each movement deliberate and tender.

(y/n) immediately sobers up, feeling tears burn in the back of her eyes.

"(n/n)—"

belch tries to regain her attention, and is shocked when the female grabs him by the face and pushes her lips against his own.

his eyes gently close, his long eyelashes brushing against her skin, while he also cradles her face in his hands.

he had no clue what made her want to do this, but he wasn't complaining. it isn't everyday a pretty girl wants to kiss someone like belch.

"what the hell, (l/n)!" a familiar voice shouts, a firm grip suddenly felt on her elbow as they pull her away from belch.

"don't what the hell me, hockstetter. what the hell yourself!" she shouts, snatching her arm out of his grip.

reginald stands in shock, still trying to process the fact that (y/n)'s lips were just on his.

"why'd you kiss him!?" patrick huffs, stepping closer to (y/n). she cowers back a bit, his height obviously intimidating.

"why'd you kiss her?!" she bites back, arms crossing over her chest. by now the music has turned off and everyone's attention is on the two, "i-it's not even about the fact that you kissed someone else it's just—her, of all people!"

"i can kiss who i want." he growls, causing her to dryly chuckle.

"what, and i can't? that's not how it works. why do you care so much about what i do?"

patrick's facial features noticeably soften, his breathing heavy as he calms himself down.

he didn't have an answer.

instead of pulling her aside to tell her what he's thinking, he goes back to giving her a hard glare.

"i don't care. have fun slutting it up, lil' bitch."

he turns around and begins to walk away, hands buried inside his pockets, one fiddling with his zippo.