You Will Never Be A God
Patrick Hockstetter x Fem!Reader
TW: Smut (non-protected p in v, fingering, perversion.), stalking, solipsism, swearing, physical violence.
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There were burn scars on your hands.
His too.
You noticed.
No-one else did.
Maybe they were all too scared to even look in his direction.
Not you.
He was like you. You could feel it.
Coursing through your veins, leaving goosebumps on your body as his ghostly fingers trailed against your exposed skin.
He was real. Maybe.
Maybe that's why you wanted his hands on your body, and only his hands.
...
You were snapped out of your thoughts by someone. Aiden.
"Oi! Oi! Y/n! Heeelllllloooooo?"
You gaze slowly moved up his body till you were met with his green eyes.
"Yes?"
Your voice was gentle. Sweet. Deceptive.
"What've we got next?"
You paused, thinking, you subconsciously flicked your red Bic lighter on and off in your hand, listening to the quiet sizzle it made when the flame licked your sweater sleeves, yet nothing seemed to catch.
"Hm. Economics, I'm pretty sure. With Mr Hodges."
You liked economics. You were good at it. Even better, he was in the same class.
You listened to Aiden repeat your words for a moment, before his voice faded into background noise. Why, you might ask? Because he walked in.
It wasn't like you were in love with him. You found him fascinating. Wanting to know more. If he was real.
But you knew it would go to waste, for you are the last thing on his mind.
Or so you thought.
Patrick Hockstetter's P.O.V ;
I wanted her.
No.
I needed her.
There she was.
My girl.
My girl.
She was like me. Just...a girl.
She was real.
She had that beautiful dark brown hair, those hypnotizing brown eyes, clear skin. Fuck, how I'd love to be the one to leave scars along her.
Y/N's P.O.V
You were in your economics classes with Aiden, but more importantly, Patrick.
You were sitting at the back, in your normal seat, watching him, your eyes wouldn't leave him as he slouched in his chair, yawning and rubbing his right eye every 17 minutes or so. He was...definitely something.
You endlessly stared as he paid little to no attention to class but still managed to get every surprise question he was asked by the teacher correct. It was incredible. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe you just...loved him.
No.
You couldn't love someone like Patrick. He can't love.
Ugh. You were getting ahead of yourself.
You brought yourself back to reality, only to be met with Patrick's smiling face staring at you from across the room.
You zoned out while staring.
You held tense eye-contact with the boy for a while, it's not that you would find the first to look away as weak, it was the fact his eyes were truly mesmorizing.
A beautiful, icy grey shade. God, you could look into them all day. Coloured like the moon. Like a dim star. It was stunning, in that dangerous, mysterious way.
After what truly felt like hours of staring, the disruptive ring of the bell sounded, dismissing the class.
You and the boy held eye contact for aboutanother minute after the bell rang, him eventually standing up and sliding his bag over his shoulder, making his way toward your desk.
"You were staring sweetheart."
That voice.
It was deep, raspy, yet it had such a smooth ring to it, gentle on the ears, but still threatening and dangerous.
"You're easy on the eyes."
You snarkily replied to his sly comment, brushing him off as you stood from your desk and began sliding your books into your black bookbag. He towered over you, even standing straight, you could barely match up to the base of his neck.
He towered over most, standing at 6'2 (188cm.), while you only bordered on 5'4. (162.5cm.)
He had a threatening, yet seductive aura to him, his stare deathly.
"You think so, hm? Why must you be so...avoidant, of me all the time then? I don't think we've had a lesson where your eyes weren't glued to my body."
You face tinted a gentle pink, not noticeable, but you could feel the heat forming on your cheeks.
"You're sure you aren't imagining it?"
You replied cheekily, sliding your bag onto your shoulder, you leaned your body weight against the desk, giving him your undivided attention.
"Oh, you're blushing. It tells me plenty."
You didn't know he could tell. Was he really that close?
And soon, you were the only two left in the room.
His hand snaked into the gap between your hip and where your arm rested against the table. he had you pinned.
"You're quite a pleasure to admire too, aren't you baby-doll?
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Thank you for reading the first chapter<3, its my first time posting on tumblr since im normally active on wattpad