Chaotic Energy (Patrick Hockstetter x reader)

*The Day After

The moment you first became conscious, you were uncomfortable. Your eyes still closed, floating in the darkness of your own skull. You couldn't hear much, all was drowned out by the sound of a ceiling fan's loud hum from above. You felt the soft mattress beneath you, and the sheets that only partially covered your body. You felt sore. Everywhere felt sore and aching and this weird sensation of loud, numbing pain all over. You shifted to try and releave some of the pain, but it only made it worse.

You opened your eyes, and they burned as the daylight burned through them. Still, you were partially blinded. You let out a soft groan, and reached yours arms out to stretch. But when you did, your right hand hit something warm. You froze, and held your hand against the object that was slowly breathing. Pumping itself up and down with air. You turned your head and saw the blurry figure of another naked being.

You identified the scrawny figure next to you, and let out a small gasp. You pushed yourself up from the bed and made a mad dash to gather your clothes and dress yourself. You looked at the clock on his beside table, and decided you had a enough time to book it home and make it to school just a few minutes late. Knowing that his parents were probably still home at that hour, you made your get away through his bedroom window. Unaware that you had completely failed in your attempt to not to not wake him. As he watched you from his bed as you tripped into the bushes under his window and scurried off down the street.

Thank god you weren't too hung over that morning. A class of water and a good cold shower got you awake and kind of okay for the school. You got to the school about an hour late since you had to talk anways, no bus, no ride from friends. So you shuffled into your second period with a pale expression of exhaustion. Getting a good scolding from the teacher didn't matter, you shuffled to your seat and proceeded to make the smallest effort possible.

Sure that party last night was a rager, but you didn't think you had gotten THAT drunk. Not blackout drunk anyways. Yeah, you had been flirting with him for months and sure you had made out on a few occasions but, you hadn't exactly planned on sleeping with Patrick Hockstetter. Was it even any good? You couldn't remember. You didn't see Patrick around the school that day. Not with his friends, who smiled at you with knowing grins as you walked the halls. You weren't close with them, but they knew you and you knew them besides Patrick.

"Hey guys." You groaned as you walked past them. They gave waves and cheeky grins that made you roll your eyes. Guys are gross.

It wasn't until around your last class that you saw him. Well, his figure. Walking back from the bathroom to the class, you thought you saw a tall figure behind you. When you turned around, it darted down the hallway. It gave you the chills, and so you sped walked down the halls to class again.

It wasn't until the final bell wrang, and you were on your way to the buses when boney fingers gripped you. Pulling you behind the school where you were pinned up against a wall.

"Hey sexy." He hummed down at you.

"Fuck! Patrick, don't scare me like that!" You told him, as you tried to break yourself away, but failed.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked you with a grin.

"I was going to catch the bus home. I-"

"Don't worry 'bout that, Belch will drive you home with me." He told you, his smile unwavering and a nod of his head.

"What?"

"He drives all my girls around. Im the only one that gets em' anyways."

"Your girl?" You questioned with a tight brow. "Patrick, I'm sure last night was great and all but we just slept together I mean-" you tried to step away but once Patrick's smile faded, you were thrown back up against the all. He pressed his chest against yours to keep you there this time, and leaned his head down to whisper in your ear.

"Last night was nothing. But I fucked you, that makes you mine. I've had my eye on you for some time now, kitten. I've left my mark. And you're mine." He whisepred with a deep, low tone. He wrapped his fingers around your throat, and tightened his grasp for a moment. "You're my girl." He told you again. Letting his lips gently press against yours, and once you began kissing back, his grip tightened and became affectionate.

"I'm yours." You whispered back when he pulled away. And again, he smiled at you.

"Good girl."