#patrickxreader

You pull your shirt up over your head as ‘Paradise City’ Plays in the background. Patrick Hockstetter is stat down just on front of you, smirking. Soon you hope for time to be in awe. You spin around slowly, shaking your hips as you move closer to her, leaning over to place your hands on his shoulders. He reaches his hands up and places them on your waist bit you push them away, shaking your finger id front of his face.

You turn back around and bend over, hands on the floor, you reach back with one to tug your tight blue jeans down but by bit, showing off your red, tight fit panties that hug your ass perfectly. You shake your as up near his face before standing back up. You step out of your  jeans, putting your hand on the side of your head and shaking your head to the music, “Take me home.” Your hair flies back and forth.”

You strut forward, reaching behind his neck and tugged on his deep black hair, leaning  in to kiss him on the side of his mouth before you finally sat in his lap, crotch up against his groin, lets spread.

He pants softly. You can feel him against you, growing by the second, it makes you shiver. You finally whisper in his ear.

Part two of this post

“I’ll see you after school”

Those words would return to you throughout the school day. They made you nervous...No...they made you exited. What did they make you? The way he touched you was disgusting and satisfying at the same time. It felt wrong and right. You didn’t like the way he made you feel. It wasn’t bad nor was it good. It wore you out just to think about the whole damn situation.

You thanked whatever god exited up there that you only spotted Belch and victor throughout the day. They were easy to handle. All Belch did was glare or laugh, Victor couldn’t have cared less. You could always breathe around them. Something you wouldn’t hear from anyone else.

You taped your pencil rapidly as you stared at the clock in your last period. Five minutes left. Your hand practically shook. You and Patrick had interacted plenty of times. Absolutely none of this was new to you, so you were confused. What the hell brain? I don’t want to feel like this. So why do I.

The bell rang before you knew it and you let out a long breath, getting up to pack your things. Get to Eddie...Just get to Eddie and I’ll be fine. You told yourself, dying to see your brother for once. You exited your math class and kept your head low. Though it was inevitable...you spotted the gang just as you were going to exit the building. So you sped past.

“There you are.” You head the familiar voice and just kept walking. Through the down and down the cement steps to see your bike, but no others. What the fuck? Where's Eddie? You turned quickly as you heard the heavy steel door close with a slam

Behind you came just one Bower member, not the rest. Which you preferred. You sighed.

“Well then, what do you want? To touch me and grope me? Beat me up?  You asked a tall standing Patrick, “Beat you up? I would never hurt that pretty face.” He stepped forward, reaching for tour chin which he touched. You  froze in place, breath shallow.

“Well look at you.” He spoke smoothly, “A deer in my headlights.” You furrowed your brows, “I’m no deer.” You slapped his hand away, you moved away from your bike towards the wall. Were you going to run? Hide? What? You weren’t sure.

“This is stupid Patrick. Leave me alone!” You scolded, hoping for a reaction, but got none. You gripped the straps of your backpack, chest tight.

“I know how you feel. I can totally see it.” He stood in place, making no move...”How do I feel?” You spat back, “You’re indecisive. You don’t know how to feel...that’s what you feel.”

Your eyes widened a bit and he finally closed in, “You hate me right?” You nodded silently, looking up at him, “But, how else do you feel?” You stood your ground and relaxed yourself, “Fuck you that’s how I feel.” He chuckled then, on the edge of a genuine laugh.

“Dirty talk. I like it.” A god damn smile creeped across you face. You tried biting your tongue, but to no avail.

“Yeah, you like a lot of things, don’t you?“ You replied, making him raise his brow, “It depends.” He leaned on the wall next to you. He reached for your hair, twirling a finger into it, “ Do you wanna know what I like?”

You hummed to yourself, “ Don’t know.”

You loved Beverly Marsh. With all your heart. Ever since you moved to this god damn town you had been so close. They= day you met you just clicked, She was unlike any other. Extremely mature and sweet. You tried to protect her as much as you could. From bullies and...her father. But what could you truly do?

You were one summer out of high school, now able to use your mothers car. Now, everyday after school, you would pick her up and take her home. Save her the stress of the heat that lingered from the august days.

You drove up to school, parking in the drop of area. You hopped out of the drivers seat and walked towards the school, stopping at a bench to wait for your friend.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see your least favorite group of people in the distance. You sighed to yourself. Don’t look. You told yourself, but you did. Mostly because you were getting an incredible stare from Patrick Hockstetter. Not incredible in a good way. He had that disgusting smirk on his face.

You shook your head and looked away. His stare lingered in your mind You could still feel it. Your chest began to tightened as you glanced over. Not to your surprise, his eyes were still on you.

“Hey, y/n!” A hand landed gently on your shoulder and it made you jump, “Bev! Hey!” Your eyes turned to her. She glance over at the gang, noticing what you were so jumpy about, “I know...let’s go...”

Patrick Hockstetter was fixated. The girl with the glasses. He didn’t know her name, he didn’t even think to ask. In the halls and in the whole two classes he had with her he would sometimes just stare. He got looks once in a while from her...maybe even a smile, but she never even thought to ask his name.

When she would take off her glasses to clean them, it’s as if he was seeing a whole new piece of some sort of art. So beautiful, interesting, and intriguing.

You could say he was obsessed with this girl, which he might have been, but he hadn’t a care in the world. He would watch her from afar...think about her in his free time even when he was supposed to be thinking about how she wasn’t even real. Then why did she matter to him? She just did.