It Depends PatrickxReader
“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.”
