❨ MISTAKES LIKE THIS ❩

I DON'T KNOW HER

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patrick walks down the hall with his head down, as normal. the only difference is that this time, it's because he's trying to not to see a specific y/h/c haired girl.

“patrick!” the sound of a female's voice causes him to flinch before picking up his speed. he almost makes it to his class, until a small hand grips his forearm and pulls him back.

his soft blue eyes glare at the short, brown haired girl, an obvious look of distaste on his face.

“what the hell do you want, greta?”

she smiles smugly, shrugging her shoulders ever so slightly.

“i'm having a little get together tomorrow night, thought it'd be a great way to kick off thanksgiving break.” patrick's facial features soften for a few seconds before going back to its blank state, “i was wondering if you wanted to come?”

the lanky boy huffs, beginning to play with the bottom of the navy blue button up he was wearing.

he pretends to think for a second, a smirk evident on his face as greta begins to shift impatiently.

“sure, whatever. as long as there's beer.” he shrugs. the short female in front of him nods, her top teeth tugging at her bottom lip.

“they'll be more than just beer.” greta flutters her eyelashes, causing patrick to mentally gag, “just as long as your little girlfriend doesn't show up.”

the long haired boy shakes his head, “who?”

“y/f/n y/l/n.”

just the sound of her name sends a shiver down the lanky hockstetter boy's spine, his fists clenching as he hears the disgust in greta's voice.

his baby blue eyes glance up, as if he knew she was standing right there, only a few lockers away.

their eyes lock, both of them holding so much emotion.

patrick leans against the locker beside him, his gaze never leaving y/n's as his pink lips begin to form words.

“i don't know her.”

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“do you have any clue why the hell my cousin ran off during school today?” henry bowers shoves patrick against the car behind him, eyes angry.

the lanky male immediately shoves henry back, shooting him daggers.

“why the fuck would i know? or care?”

as the words fall past his lips he feels a sudden pang in his chest. he didn't mean it, he didn't mean any of it.

it was becoming quite apparent that even after only a few weeks of knowing the girl, he was falling for her.

and that scared him.

she deserves someone who could actually be there for her, someone who wouldn't try killing her if he didn't take his meds, someone who would love and cherish her.

she needed someone who was normal.

patrick is anything but normal.

“are you even hearing me right now?” henry's loud shout snaps him out of his pity party.

patrick nods sullenly, not making eye contact.

“then what was i just saying?” the mullet wearing boy mocks, knowing patrick had no clue.

“that you'd beat my ass if i even think about messing with y/n/n.”

“come on, man!” the shorter of the two groans, “ever since she came around you've been acting all different. i want the old patrick back! we were like derry's own bonnie and clyde, hockstetter!”

a sudden feeling erupts deep within patrick's gut, a feeling of fire. he was angry.

angry at himself for letting some girl almost change him, angry at henry for spitting all in his face, angry at the losers for being so goddamn annoying.

patrick hockstetter felt like burning something.

so he did.

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his eyes reflect the flames almost perfectly, the grin on his face hinting at how proud he is.

henry and the others stand a few feet away, but they all have the same menacing, murderous look on their face.

a small chuckle falls past his lips as he watches victor throw some paper into it, the fire immediately growing larger.

they were a little further past the quarry, just lying in the soft grass and watching an old car—they stole it from belch's father's shop—melt and shrivel in on itself.

the gang is quiet for what seems like hours, the sun begins to set and the temperature cools.

it's so quiet that they aren't able to miss the sound of a female screaming, right before the loud “plop” of someone falling into the water is heard.

henry is the first to get up, the scream sounding like one he's heard before.

it wasn't a playful scream, it wasn't a scream of happiness. no, it was a scream of pure terror.

and henry bowers knew for a fact it belonged to y/n.

“shit.” he grumbles, stumbling over his own feet. he may or may not have smoken a few joints in the last few hours.

the others stare at him in a daze, eyebrows furrowed. belch giggles as he watches his friend try to stand straight.

“calm down, bowers. it was probably just the losers messin’ around.” vic hums. henry rolls his eyes, taking a few deep breaths before finally gaining the strength to see clearly and walk steadily.

his ivory toned hand immediately reaches for the pocket knife in his shirt pocket.

soon enough the gang realizes that he's being serious, and they follow.

in less than five minutes, they arrive at the cliff. henry's eyes search the water frantically for any sign of y/n, but sees nothing.

“oh, man…” patrick mumbles, thinking that no one heard it. but the bowers boy does.

“what is it? you see her?” for the first time in what seems like forever, henry sounds scared.

it shocks the gang, none of them knowing he was even capable of showing any emotion other than pissed off.

patrick nods ever so slightly, his pale arm raising and pointing at the other side of the quarry.

no one could believe what they were seeing.

there, in the blue-green water of the quarry, lies y/n's unmoving body.