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REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD~

A/N:: So this one-shot is angst, soon turning into a fluff. Since Patrick is 15, he could be okay with this type of story, considering his character but, Im still gonna age him up to 17. Better safe than sorry! Enjoy! :)

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At a young age, Patrick Hockstetter never learned social cues or hell, even boundaries. Until he turned 17 and met (Y/n), a new student at Derry High. As soon as he laid eyes on them, he knew they had to be his. But, they didnt want to be his. Secretly, they loved him too but due to his reputation as being a part of the Bowers gang and just being overall terrible, they couldnt bring themself to confess to him. Patrick loved when they played hard to get. No matter how many times they pushed him away, he kept crawling back. Worst of all, they had every class together, sitting next to or near each other in each class. The only freedom (Y/n) got from Patrick was lunch because of their distant friend groups. Every day, Patrick would drop subtle hints of what he wanted with her. In class he would touch her hand or hold a soft grip on her thigh. Of course, (Y/n) pushed him away, looking disgusted, feeling of want. 

(Y/N)S POV::

Today was just like any other day. Starting my day at school with Algebra, right next to Patrick. But today, he was being exceptionally present. As soon as I got into the classroom, a smirk grew on Patricks face. Feeling uncomfortable already, I sat down, trying my best not to give him attention. I definitely didnt want to provoke his actions, no matter how much I wanted to. I soon felt a part of my thigh heat up. Looking down I see Patricks hand, softly rubbing my upper thigh. Looking back up at the board, I shift uncomfortably. I can already see Patrick smirking to himself next to me. As soon as the period was over I jolted up out of my seat and sped out of the classroom, trying my best to get out of Patricks line of sight. I slip into a bathroom stall and try to devise a plan. 'Okay, Patrick keeps teasing you in class and even in the hallways. What do I do?' After thinking for about five minutes, I finally get an idea. 'Make him jealous. Ill try and get with his best friend, Victor.' I smile to myself, knowing this idea will make Patrick either back off, or just explode and force himself to confess to me. I leave the bathroom, stopping in my tracks to look for Victor. I turn my head right to see him talking to another guy.  Belch, I think. I straighten myself up and slowly make my way towards them. I look left to see Henry and Patrick making their way towards the other two. As soon as I get there, Victor is already checking me out. ¨Hey, I knew I just couldnt go to class without meeting you. Im (Y/n). Youre Victor right?¨ He nods, blushing. ¨Aw, too shy?¨ I smirk and raise my eyebrow. Perfect, I have him on lock. Not even paying attention to where Patrick is, I place my hand on Victors chest. ¨Gimmie your hand, cutie.¨ Victor immediately shoots his hand up, giving it up to me. I take a pen out of my messenger bag and write my home number on his hand. ¨Give me a call sometime, Ill be waiting.¨ I wink at him before leaving, swaying my hips a bit harder than usual. I walk into my next class before Patrick. When he comes, late, his whole face is red with pure anger. 

Patricks POV::

Henry and I are just coming back from our smoke break. Hes ranting about some chick that dumped him but Im not listening, Im too busy thinking of (Y/n). My face lightens when I see them in the halls, talking to....Victor? I speed up my walking, leaving Henry. I stop in my tracks when I see (Y/n) flirt with him, my best friend. Are- are they giving Vic their number?! I dont even know their number! Seeing Victor check them out like that, filled me with rage. I didnt even notice the bell ring before I slam Victor against the lockers. ¨Why the FUCK did you let (Y/n) just walk right up to you and flirt with you when you KNOW Im in love with them, the only person Ive ever felt love for?!¨ Victor tries to say something but fails due to fear. I drop him and make my way to class. My eyes are on (Y/n) and (Y/n) only, even when the teacher is trying to get my attention. I lean down in front of their desk, whispering in their ear. ¨Meet me behind the school, lunch.¨ I aggresively sit down in my desk next to theirs. I need to make them mine. I cant just give them up to Vic, knowing he will gladly take the offer. They belong to me, and only me. I think I mumbled that last part under my breath cuz when I look over at (Y/n) they are staring at me, smirking. The rest of the class was silent, raising the tension. Lunch soon came as I made my way to the back of the school, (Y/n) already being at the spot.

3rd POV:: 

As (Y/n) waited in anticipation, they started to talk to themself. ¨Why did Patrick want to meet me here? Is he gonna confess? Is he gonna murder me for what happened with Victor? Okay, (Y/n) calm down. Patrick loves you. He wouldnt hurt you, would he?¨ After whispering that last word they look up and see Patrick. (Y/n) was up against the wall, nowhere to go if they need to run. ¨Listen, I saw what happened with Victor. I just wanted to know, why? Why would you do that when you know how I feel about you.¨ Patrick then started to get teary eyed, something he never does. (Y/n) was shocked by his sudden action, they place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. ¨I just wanted to make you jealous. I thought that if I made you jealous you would confess to me. I know you wouldnt drift away from me but, I just thought-¨Not skipping a single beat, Patrick leaned in and kissed you like if he kissed you harder, you would shatter like glass. Pulling away, Patrick smiled, genuinely. Not a sadistic smirk or a shit-eating grin, a genuine smile that made (Y/n) smile too. ¨So, Patrick Hockstetter, would you do me the sweet honor of being my only love?¨ Patrick was in tears. They two were talking so softly, you could hear their tears hit the ground. As a confirmation, he wrapped his lanky arms around your waist, holding you like he would lose you. 

(10 YEARS LATER)

(Y/n) was folding laundry in their Derry home, listening to the news on the radio. Their 4 year old son, Dom, was just coming home from school. An hour passed and now (Y/n) was sitting in a lounge chair, drinking a small glass of wine. They heard the keys jiggle in the keylock, the door soon opening. Inside came a tall, lanky figure. Patrick Hockstetter, now Patrick (Y/l/n). ¨Im home hon!¨ Patrick yelled. ¨Daddy!¨ Dom ran up to Patrick, hugging onto the tall mans leg. After Dom went back to his room, Patrick grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and went to the living room to join his lover on the couch. 

A/N:: Thank you so much for reading this oneshot! I almost cried writing it. Im definitely going to be writing in this book more so if anyone has any suggestions for new chapters, let me know! xx