H is for Hot | Patrick Hockstetter fanfic

H is for Hot | Patrick Hockstetter fanfic

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"Don't worry... i have the feeling we'll disagree a lot" And oh was she right, nothing good ever comes out from powder and fuse, does it? Well that's what everyone expected, chaos, hurt, third degree burns. And in part, they weren't wrong...even the slightest spark can cause arson if intended, and that's what they needed, to burn, to collide. Lana Harroway plays our powder, calculated and analytical. seventeen,a brunette paradox with green eyes that measured everything...Always noticing all details about everyone, everyone but herself. New Jersey had been predictable. Derry? Far less so. Curiosity sometimes overruled caution, and she followed threads of thought she shouldn't. Our fuse couldn't be anybody else, no other than the impulsive, bold and blunt dark haired mess, Patrick Hockstetter. Your typical high school wreck, or at least that's what you'd expect from him, just how everyone did. He was much more than that though, and Lana would be the one to discover that spark in him first. Caution : nothing in this story is served room temperature, this is Lana and Patrick, both bold, loud, chaotic and damn hot, handle with precaution.
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(COMPLETE. SEQUEL COMING SOON) "But Chemistry is so confusing." I complained. "Not very." Séamus leaned over my textbook and whispered the third passage, his lips brushing my earlobe making me blush scarlet red. I normally don't get this nervous around guys. 'All chemical reactions are accompanied by a change in energy. Some reactions release energy to their surroundings (usually in the form of heat) and are called exothermic. For example, sodium and chlorine react so violently that flames can be seen while the exothermic reaction gives off heat.' With my breath in my throat, I blush deeper and avoid his gaze. I find that hard to do anymore when I feel his rough knuckles brush my left cheek. "You're having an exothermic reaction, Andrea." His deep voice vibrated pleasantly against the side of my neck. My morals told me to resist but something else told me not to... ... Andrea always thought highly of herself. She's the image of perfection in Lumberton High. She's rich, has classy friends, is the top jock in softball and dance, was voted last homecoming queen, and has straight As. Except chemistry. Now she has to hire a tutor or she will have to endure summer school for the credit. 'There are many reasons not to be with him. He's a womanizer, my chemistry tutor, and... he's supposed to be dead.'

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