when the party's over, hockstetter 𝜗𝜚

x. in too deep

❨ WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER ❩
CHAPTER TEN:
IN TOO DEEP

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"you know what i just realized?" (y/n) laughs as she and beverly walk side by side to their next class.

"what?"

"we didn't have a thanksgiving dinner."

the redhead laughs, nudging the older female.

"that's alright, you've still got christmas."

"yeah, you're right." before the girl can step into the classroom, an arm snakes around her waist and a warm body presses against her backside. she gasps at the sudden embrace but quickly relaxes, knowing immediately who it is.

"we're ditching." patrick tells her, his soft lips just barely grazing the skin of her ear.

beverly stares at the two with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her lips.

"go, i'll cover for you." she chuckles, shooing her newfound friend and the hockstetter boy away.

(y/n) lets out a squeal as patrick lifts her up over his shoulder, a broken "thank you" falling past her lips as she waves goodbye to beverly.

she was thankful for no one being in the halls.

as soon as they exit the school's back door, the tall young man sets his girlfriend down and gently pushes her against the brick wall in the courtyard.

he gazes at her intently, savoring every detail of her beauty—the way her eyes sparkle in the sunlight, the soft curve of her lips, and the way her hair falls around her face. his head shakes slightly in disbelief, a tender smile spreading across his face as he admires her.

"what?" she giggles, gently pushing his chest.

"i love you," he utters, the words escaping his lips before he could contain them. he visibly freezes, his wide blue eyes reflecting surprise as his hands instinctively retreat from (y/n)'s hips.

he was hoping it wasn't too soon. despite knowing each other for a few weeks now, they'd only been dating one.

"i—"

"olive juice." the boy stutters, regaining posture and pulling her in close, "i meant olive juice."

(y/n) giggles softly, burying her face into his chest to conceal the sparkling tears that elegantly cascade down her cheeks.

"olive juice too." she whispers, gripping the boy tightly in case her knees give out.

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"agh, patrick!" she screeches, gripping onto the pale boy as the both of them fall off the cliff.

the biting cold wind nips at their exposed skin, yet it fails to disturb either of them.

before they can grasp what's unfolding, the water engulfs them, its icy grip pulling them apart as they are swept away.

(y/n) smiles and waves at the boy underwater, watching as his hair floats everywhere.

he waves back, grabbing her hand as the both of them swim towards the surface.

when they reach the surface, they both take in huge breaths, hair sticking to their faces, undergarments feeling heavy on their skin.

patrick pulls the girl in close, something he felt the need to do anytime he was near her, subconsciously reassuring himself that she was real and that she was his.

they swim and splash around for hours, deciding to get out as the sun begins to set.

patrick picks up his pants off the grass and digs in the pocket, hand instinctively grabbing the zippo.

he glances over at (y/n), watching as she lies peacefully on a large rock beside the water. he was captivated by her; he couldn't fathom how she moved with such grace and kindness, even towards him.

he soon snaps out of his lovesick trance, beginning to collect a bunch of dry leaves and put them in a pile a little ways from the quarry.

"come here, baby." patrick calls as he makes his way towards the smaller female. she smiles up at him, allowing him to lift her, naked legs wrapping around his hips.

he walks her towards the pile of leaves, resting her on the blanket he had brought from home.

with weary eyes, she watches as he flips open the zippo, places a can of lighter fluid nearby, and leans forward to ignite the leaves.

before they know it, the entire mound of leaves is ablaze, the flames dancing and casting intricate reflections in their wide eyes.

(y/n) sits between patrick's legs, his long arms wrapping around her waist.

the seventeen year old female fiddles with patrick's zippo, mindlessly flicking it open and closed, a look of fascination written all over her features.

she flicks it on, feeling a sharp sting in her thumb as the tiny flame just barely brushes it.

"sheeit!" (y/n) gasps, throwing the zippo further away from her and beginning to examine her finger.

her boyfriend chuckles behind her, his hair tickling her face as he leans even closer to grab her wrist.

he moves her hand, inspecting the reddened area at the tip of her thumb. then, without a second thought, he gently places her thumb in his mouth.

his girlfriend turns her head to look at his face, her eyes wide with shock and a hint of lust flickering in their depths.

the hockstetter boy smirks, releasing her finger from his lips and massaging it gently.

(y/n) stares at him with her mouth slightly agape, her whole body heating up as she slowly removes herself from in between his legs, turning around to straddle him.

their noses brush as his dreamy eyes meet hers.

"you're beautiful." they both say at the same time, small laughs falling past their lips before they lean into one another, lips meeting in a feverish kiss.

the crackling of the fire mingles with their sounds of pleasure, the only noises breaking the silence of the dark, secluded night.