~•Sweet Chaos♡︎°•'Bowers Gang Preferences And Imagines

How you met♡︎°•'

«Henry Bowers»

It was a normal day, you just taking a walk around town. You were the new girl in Derry Maine and wanted to explore the small town. You heard your dad say earlier that there was a quarry near by, so you went to check it out. It seemed really beautiful, well at least in your eyes.

As you take a seat on a rock and stare at the water, the wind blowing in your face, you felt a pare of eyes watching you, and you already knew that there was kids going missing and the thought of you going missing was just horrible. So you quickly turned to your left and saw a boy, about your age watching you as he leaned against a tree. He had a blonde mullet and was attractive, but when you noticed the pocket knife I this hands, you quickly stood up and backed up a little.
You didn't say anything and he just started at you, he noticed you took a small glance at his knife and back at him.

"I'm not going to kill you." He said with a scoff.

"Well seems like it." You snapped back at him.

He walked close up to you. "I'm Henry, Henry Bowers."

All you could do was gulp down some saliva and keep your guard up.

"What's your name darling?" He asked you, which somewhat disturbed you, but you'd do anything to not get killed.

"Y/n."

After some minutes went by, you decided to sit back down, obviously you were still frightened about the blade, but he didn't seem to have any bad intentions.
You both sat on the ground for almost the whole afternoon, him playing with his knife and you mostly taking about yourself. He didn't really seem talkative, more like a listener. He would secretly smile at himself, because the way you talked about yourself and the way you brought up random situations, just made him, happy. Something he hasn't felt in a long time. Happiness.

«Patrick Hockstetter»

You were walking your dog, a Golden Retriever named Tangie, when you heard someone whistle, at who? You didn't know, and didn't want to know. So kept walking when you heard snickers behind you. Some familiar ones. The Bowers Gang, you thought. They didn't bully you, because they never see you in or outside of school. Each time you'd hear them coming or spot them, the first thing you do is hide or quickly walk away. They have seen you in some classes and to be honest, they all thought you were really hot.
You heard the whistle once again and groaned, but kept walking.

"Your ignoring me baby girl?" You heard that annoying voice say behind you.

You didn't respond, so Patrick walked beside you and tired to put his arm around your shoulder, but Tangie jumped up and barked at the arrogant boy.
Patrick jumped back and stared at the dog with fear in his eyes. You knew that he strangely hated animals. As you turned to the other boys, who also looked at the dog with fear, you smirked to yourself.

"Good girl." You whispered as you kneeled down to pet her.

Tangie sniffed your face and you stood up and gave a lazy look at the boys. Tangie let out another terrifying bark.

You turned away, as the boys stood there sorta-shocked. And Patrick kinda confused, asking to himself why that just made you so much more hotter.

«Victor Criss»

You were in detention the day you met him. For causing "a disturbance in the hallways", when all you were doing was having "a very calm" discussion with a certain someone.