Chaotic Energy (Patrick Hockstetter x reader)

*Blue Balls

You took a deep breath and sighed with exhaustion as the bus pulled up to the school. You watched students run around the school yard and dash in and out of the building. You were early. The school bell hadn't rung yet. You slowly stood up and strolled down the school bus isle and out onto the sidewalk. You stood there for a moment, and watched as others went about their business.

Your head whirled, you felt slightly nauseous and physically unstable. Like you could fall at any moment. You didn't move until you saw a long figure making long stides towards you. Patrick glared at you from across the yard as he came at you. So you simply tried walking away. Tried. He caught up to you. That's apart of how you knew he was real.

For the longest time you thought you were alone in the world, in the world you had created for yourself. You got what you wanted, when you wanted it, no one ever told you no. Except, for him. Your one and only equal. It terrified you at first and after a failed murder attempt involving drowning him, you settled down and finally accepted it.

But thats how Patrick started to think about you as the same. After you pushed his head under water, he was shocked, distributed even. How could anyone, especially a girl like you be capable of such a thing? He was enraged with you after that, but got over it after he came to the conclusion that you weren't real. You were a creation of his subconscious to provide him with some entertainment and challange. So he kept you around.

"Don't you fuckin' run from me Y/L/N!" Patrick hisses as he reached a hand out and swiftly grapped your bicep. He pulled you back harshly and caught your other arm with his other to keep you there.

"Fuck off Hockstetter!" You shouted back. You really just wanted to be alone. Especially now. You see, you had been feeling sick and dizzy and like shit for weeks. Practically an entire month and when your period didn't arrive...you peed on a stick. The second line told you your fate, and it confirmed your belief. Patrick was real. How else would you get knocked up? No other guy ever had before.

"You been avoiding me all goddamm week, the fuck is wrong with you?" He shook you as he growled between gritted teeth.

"Let me go, whore." You tried to shrug him off but you got too lightheaded and he was too strong.

"Answer me, bitch." He ordered, leaning down and starring into your glassy eyes. Name calling was just, apart of your relationship. You had been wondering if you should tell him or not. Another reason you knew he was real, you never knew how he was going to react. You took deep, heaving breaths as you starred at him. When you didn't answer he shook you again.

"I'm fuckin' preggers goddamn it, quit shakin' me!" You hissed as you closed your eyes and covered your head with your hands. Your headache was blinding when he did that. Patrick paused. He just starred at you with a furrowed brow and a glare. "What?" You asked when he didn't say anything.

"You're fuckin' with me."

"No I ain't! Now leave me alone!" He let you pull away from him. You looked at him another moment before you started walking away again. He followed.

"Prove it!" He demanded.

"What, you want me to rip open my guts?" You shouted back.

"Prove it, goddamn it!!" He pushed your shoulders forwards so you'd trip up slightly. Your stumbled for a second but reached back into your back to pull out the tiny stick. He snatched it from your hand and starred down at it. "What the fuck is this?"

"A pregnancy test you dumbass." You hissed quietly as you snatched it away. "Two lines means pregnant."

"That doesn't prove anything!" He cried. He was stalling, in denial. He didn't want you to be pregnant, the idea was forgien to him. Babies were forgien to him, anything sweet and gentle and soft was forgien and he hated it all. But more than anything, he was fearful. This meant something more than just responsibility and young parenthood. It meant you were real. It meant that you were capable of creating a third life other than his and yours. It shook him to his very core.