when the party's over, hockstetter 𝜗𝜚

xiv. new kid on the block

❨ WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER❩
CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
NEW KID ON THE BLOCK

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"come on, lil' bit. it's time to wake up." rough lips tickle (y/n)'s ear, eliciting a groan from her.

patrick smirks, reaching his hand under the covers and playing with the hem of her panties before dipping his fingers in. he rubs his thumb against her, biting back a chuckle as the female shivers.

(y/n)'s breathing picks up as he slides in a finger, pumping in and out at a rapid pace, curling it so that it hits her at just the right angle.

he soon adds in another finger, his free hand roaming underneath her shirt and fondling her breasts.

the female shifts so that she's once again facing him, her head in the crook of his neck and low whimpers falling past her lips.

"patrick, i'm gonna—" her voice cuts out as a mewl escapes her, her hips bucking up to meet his hand as she rides out her climax.

patrick kisses her lips gently, pulling his soaked fingers away and wiping them on the sheets.

"maybe i should wake you like that more often." he says raspily, leaving open-mouthed kisses along her jaw.

"you're such a boy." she scoffs, getting up to pick out some clothes.

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the school day passes much more smoothly than monday did, despite (y/n) having to dash out of class a few times due to morning sickness.

though many students and even teachers cast her curious glances, a sharp glare from patrick ensures that everyone quickly turns their attention elsewhere.

lunch rolls around quickly. (y/n) and three of the gang members meet on the back steps of the school, stolen food in hand.

henry was nowhere to be found, having left the house before she woke up. she made a mental note to check on him after school.

patrick, belch, and victor spend most of their free time tossing and play fighting in the grass, earning some laughter from the female.

"pin him, 'trick!" she eggs her boyfriend on, a proud grin on her face as he holds victor on the ground.

this goes on for another ten minutes before someone clears their throat behind them.

all four teens turn to find themselves face-to-face with a boy whose appearance screams 'nerd'–button up shirt neatly tucked into belted pants, a stack of books held tightly in his arms, and a shy, apprehensive expression on his face.

"mind if i join?" he asks hesitantly.

"who're you?" belch stands tall, his chest puffed out as he tries to seem threatening.

"oliver. oliver campbell."

(y/n) notices the new boy shifting his weight between his feet, assuming it's a nervous tick of his.

how cute.

"we don't really take well to newcomers." she speaks up, an eyebrow raised amusingly.

"well, if i'm being honest i'm not really interested in the others. only you." oliver says, cheeks tinting a light pink.

patrick, eyes green with jealousy, watches the scene unfold before him. unable to bear another word from the nerd, he lunges forward, pinning him against the brick wall.

his finger digs harshly into the boy's neck, blocking his airway.

"let him go, hockstetter." victor says, knowing oliver isn't worth their time.