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The Last Laugh

Rating: Patrick is a warning on his own( other than that, SFW)
Request: Yes (awesome-sauce42o on tumblr)
Pairing: Patrick Hockstetter x Tozier! Reader

Another day, another awful history period, thought Y/N Tozier, the older, somehow more annoying, sister of the infamous class clown. Y/N and Richie shared a lot in common, brown unruly hair, bad eyesight, sexually fueled jokes, a love for string cheese, and most of all, a strange gut feeling about that Hockstetter kid. To Richie, he was just a super weird dude, and he was pretty sure he got off to squirrels, but that encounter might have just been a misunderstanding. Hockstetter was just a bully to him. But to Y/N, just his name sent chills up her spine. Although she wasn't so sure if that was a bad thing.
"Ms. Tozier, point to the map and show me where Wisconsin is,"
Y/N froze. While thinking, rather intensely, about the greasy haired boy, she had stopped paying attention to the lesson. Although, she'd never started, so what did she really expect?
Her eyes focused on the crinkled map tapped to the whiteboard. It's colors had bled long ago due to the amount of Sprite her teacher drank that had been spilled on it. It was partly her doing, but how could she do anything other than throw a paper ball at him when he turned his back to the class? It was really his fault he never put a lid on his damn drink.
"Ms. Tozier, Wisconsin?"
Y/N almost contemplated actually studying the map, but decided instead to use one of her brother's worst, but most classic, jokes.
"Up your ass and to the left," a collective groan carried through the class. She frowned a bit to herself, the best jokes get no laughs, she thought. But a tiny chuckle interrupted her brooding. She glanced across the room in confusion, only to lock eyes with the one person she hoped never to, Patrick Hockstetter. He winked at the self proclaimed class clown, and she winced. Ugh, god, now he's gonna think the eye contact was consent.
"You think you're real funny, don't ya, Tozier? I bet I could make you do more than laugh," he dissolved into sick giggles, while the rest of the class stayed completely silent, half watching for Y/N's reaction, and half watching Patrick's laughing fit. She couldn't dare let him have this, she always had to have the last laugh.
"Oh please Hockstetter, why don't you just tickle your pickle to your little boy toy Henry?" The breath the class had been holding stopped immediately, kids all but fell out of their seats with how hard they were laughing. Y/N grinned, I always get the last laugh. But Patrick didn't seem to think so when she looked back at him, a scowl plastered across his face. And with that, her grin was wiped clean off.
Y/N shot out of that classroom like a bullet as soon as the bell had rung, no way in Hell was she gonna let Patrick corner and punish her for her disrespect. She rounded the end of the hallway, thankful to be out of that situation for now, only to be confronted with her worst fear (and probably anyone's worst fear), Patrick and an empty hallway. He stalked over to her, his boots clanking with every step, until he was no more than 2 inches away.
Her gaze tried to stay focused on the details of his shirt, grey with little black specks here and there, but his deep ahem forced her eyes up. This time, his face seemed more calm, almost neutral, but there was still a tiny frown on his mouth. He brought his foot up a bit, no doubt to kick me, she thought, bracing herself, only to stomp it back down like a child.
"Why'd you make fun of me in class?" He whined. Y/N furrowed her brow, he really sound like a toddler.
"I-, sorry what?" She stuttered out, desperately trying to understand what he was upset about.
"In history, the thing about Henry. I was just joking around, do you really not like me?" Patrick had stepped back at this point, so she could look a bit lower to talk to him. His face was scrunched up, like he was going to cry. He looked so genuinely sad. An emotion Y/N didn't think he had. It was endearing, almost cute.
"Well, I mean, I don't really know you," she began.
"You could get to know me. Actually, you will get to know me," He seemed very satisfied with his statement, while Y/N was still grasping at straws trying to keep up with the conversation.
"I will? What do you mean I will?" Patrick's grin only got wider the more she blushed and stuttered.
"I mean we're gonna go on a date, to the movies or something, and you're gonna get to know me. Reallll well." The implications had her shuttering, and she still wasn't sure if that was a bad thing. But still, she bristled.
"And if I don't want to?" She challenged. His eyes darkened slightly, but his mouth didn't drop at the edges.
"Then I guess I have no choice but to take these," he grabbed her keys from the top of her textbooks, she didn't want to waste time putting them in her backpack after the bell had rung, and she had just gotten a new car, so she was just itching to drive it (along with her brother and his shit head friends) home.
"Hey!" She lunged for the keys, but Patrick merely took a step back and jingled them in her face.
"No date, no keys" he stated.
"How am I supposed to get home?" She fumed, still grabbing for the keys, which were know dangling above Patrick's head. He grinned wider, if that was even possible.
"Belch has a car," oh god, oh no, he was not suggesting that.
"And you live pretty close to the school,"
"No, no, no! Absolutely not! Don't you dare finish that s-"
"We'll drive you home!" Y/N felt like screaming, what else could she possibly do? She needed her keys, and she now needed a ride home. If she gave a definite "no" to Patrick's proposal, who's to say he wouldn't just throw her keys in the Quarry? Who's to say he wouldn't throw her brother in the Quarry? This was Patrick, he didn't really have boundaries.
"Ugh, fine." Patrick clapped happily, once again, like a child. Y/N had to admit, he was just a little bit cute. Maybe this date wouldn't be all that bad.
And twenty minutes later, making out with that same greasy haired, horrifying, really good at kissing, Patrick Hockstetter in the back of the theater while some super hero movie played in the background, she decided she was right.