heavenly | p.hockstetter

four

"whadda ya think of the fresh meat pat?" henry whispered in his friends ear. patrick felt his eye twitch as he looked at the back of the girls head, her hair shining under the fluorescent lights.
"i feel like i wanna bash her brains in. she looks like such a fuckin' prude" patrick chuckled, earning a laugh from his co-conspirator.
"fuckin A man. wouldn't mind breaking her in though, destroy her little pu-"
"mr bowers! something you'd like to share with the class?" mrs douglas interrupted. the boys stayed silent until the teacher raised her brows further.
"no ma'am" henry grumbled. patrick chuckled as mrs douglas turned back around, leaning slightly closer to his friend.
"you're on mr bowers" he glanced once at evangeline, and looked back at henry as he licked his lips. henry replied with a chuckle and a shake of his head, going back to carving his initials into his desk.

once the lunch bell rang, evangeline rushed to her locker, eager for a change of scenery from the blah blah blahs of the high school curriculum. inside her locker, was a metal compass, the pointy end personally sharpened to a point by evangeline herself. as she reached in her locker to grab her brown paper bag, she made special care to prick her index finger on the way out, the faint tingle of pain keeping her calm. as she sucked her finger and shut her locker, she was met with the mullet from homeroom, his goons behind him.
"haven't seen your face around here before sweetheart" henry questioned with a nod of his head, the rest of the bowers gang silently checking her out behind him as she continued to suck on her finger.

this cunt, evangeline thought.
let't have some fun.

"yes you have, i was in your homeroom class silly" she giggled, looking down and back up at him with her famous doe eyed smoulder. henry looked away and chuckled, completely convinced by her dumb-little-girl facade.
"right... uh... henry bowers. what's your name toots?" he nodded along with his name.
"i'm evangeline kaspbrak, it's my first da-"
"your brother's the asthma freak?" henry laughed, belch and vic snickering behind him.
"uh... yeah he's got bad lungs..." evangeline trailed off, channelling all the innocence her little body could muster.
"it's nice to meet you guys!" she chirped, looking at all four of the gang.
"oh, yeah. this is belch," henry patted his large friend on the shoulder, "this is vic," he motioned to the short blonde, "and patrick" he nodded his head in patricks direction. belch and vic threw small nods at the girl, but patrick's gaze remained steady, after drinking in her figure, his eyes rested heavily on hers.
"it's really great to meet you guys, everyones so lovely here," that comment earned a snicker from everyone minus patrick, who wasn't listening.
"i gotta go meet my friend, but i hope to see you boys around." she bit her lip and looked down as she started to walk off. she looked back and immediately locked eyes with patrick, his jaw clenched and nostrils flaring at the sight of her and the sickening sound of her sweet voice. she yucked it up and put on her softest voice, whilst letting her entire face drop of any emotion for only patrick to see.
"bye phillip" she chirped. this made patricks blood boil.

"what a fucking ditz, man" henry chuckled as the gang watched her walk off, all four pairs of eyes stuck on her ass as it swayed. patrick just exhaled sharply in response.

as the bowers gang left the school grounds for lunch, patrick lit up a cigarette and played with his prized lighter for a bit before finally exhaling.
"everything dandy pats?" belch pressed, sitting next to his brooding friend.
"shut the fuck up belch" patrick growled with a puff of smoke. henry laughed as he leaned against belch's trans am.
"looks like church girl's got patrick all worked up. you gonna go ask her to the dance patty?" henry sneered.
"i said, shut the fuck up," the group went silent after a small hiss of air from henry's nose in amusement.
"little prissies like that deserve to get smacked." he exhaled sharply.
"she's worse than gretta keene, that little smug face." this comment earned snickers from the whole group.
"you got that right man, there's only one thing to do. break that bitch in" henry chuckled darkly. patrick silently seconded this notion, though he felt the acid in his stomach bubble as he conjured the thought of sharing her with henry. as a selfish teenage boy, patrick didn't like this idea in the slightest. sure, bullying was fun when it was a group effort, but this wasn't bullying. he could tell that this girl, after one brief encounter, could easily get on every last one of his hormonal nerves and this was something he wanted to face alone. he wanted to get under her skin, alone, in all meanings.

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a/n: thank U to the ppl reading this already, waking up to see it's been added to a reading list really makes my day even if it's just 1! i really hope more people find this book as i know i'm not the only one whos whipped for patrick so i'm sure there's more of ya'll freaks out there hehe.

for this book i decided to steer patrick in less of a cold, calculating psychopath direction and more of an unhinged, unstable and highly emotional sociopath.
think less h.h holmes/ted bundy and more aileen wuornos/jeffrey dahmer/richard chase.