Chaotic Energy (Patrick Hockstetter x reader)

*I Don't Care

High school life used to be so boring for you. Boring school work, boring friends, a boring little town of Derry. Perhaps a part of you just felt you were meant for something better than Derry and all the little people in it. No one really caught your attention, especially not in the halls of the high school. A guy would really have to grab you and make some profound statement to get you to notice him. But all the boys in your school were too pussy to do something like that. Like I said, you found them all so boring.

You barley even knew Patrick Hockstetter exsisted until you were partnered up with him for a science project randomly. You recall one of your girlfriends tell you a rumor or two about him. The more you thought about it, there were always rumors about that small group of boys that called themselves The Bowers Gang. You didn't pay much attention, just a handful of socially handicapped weirdos that picked on the underclassmen.

"Y/N, and Patrick." The teacher announced, looking up from his clipboard. Patrick? Who the hell was Patrick? In the moment you couldn't recall, and with a furrowed brow you looked around the room at your peers. Your gaze glazed over a dark haired, pale, lanky boy that sported a sharp grin. His glassy eyes stared back at you. It didn't really make you uncomfortable, it was just, odd to you.

"Ugh, that sucks. I'm sorry." You friend said to you as you got up to move. You shrugged, didn't matter to you really. Your mind was on the assignment.

"It's fine."

"No, Y/N, that guys a creep." She warns you.

"Then I'll be careful." You said with low, tired eyelids. You weren't in the mood to be told what to do. You never were. You threw your bag over your shoulder and walked over to the desk he sat at in the back. You tossed your bag onto the desk and sat down next him. He looked up from the instructions for the assignment that layed on the surface of the table.

"Hey there." He grinned up at you again as you sat down in your seat. You didn't pay him much attention, you rummaged through your back to get out your notebook. You didn't say anything until you had all your work set up. Then you looked at him. He was still smiling. His line of sight travelled from the paper and notebook covered desk, then back to you. You stared at each other for a moment, the other refusing to speak until the other did. Eventually, he tilted his head down and to the side. As if to ask: 'You gonna say anything?'

"So how do you wanna do this?" You finally asked after a sigh. His smile didn't leave his pale face. You noticed his teeth were insanley white for someone like him. He looked at the papers and took a breath.

"Aw, I was hoping to get to know my new partner a little better." He leaned his elbows on the table and folded his fingers between each other and shook his shoulders in a jest from side to side. You didn't bat an eye. Your unamused expression stuck as you stared back him.

"Smooth." You barked. "I'm not great with equations, so I can do litterally everything else if you just figure out the math portion." You say flatley as you look back at your paper. His smile vanished. You looked back up and was almost surprised at his now equally dull expression. "That cool?" You ask, shaking the pencil inbetween your fingers. He just nodded.

"Sure." He slid some papers towards him to look at. That class ended shortly after that, since most of that period was being taught the shit for the assignment anyways. The bell rang, and you packed up quickly. Patrick watched you, his eyes going from your toes, to your legs, to your butt, up your torso, to your bust and then your face. You caught him and glared at him. "See you tomorrow." He smiled. You walked away.

The next day you walked into class, and sat down beside him. He checked you out, once again. When you asked where his work was, he shrugged and claimed he forgot about it. You sighed.