warning ; tiniest bit of smut

❨ MISTAKES LIKE THIS ❩

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RIVALRY

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“come on, lil’ bit. it's time to wake up.” patrick whispers in his girls ear.

she groans, turning her back towards him as if that'll get him to leave her alone.

he smirks, reaching his hand under the covers and playing with the hem of her panties before dipping his fingers in. he rubs his thumb against her, biting back a chuckle as the female shivers.

y/n's breathing picks up as he slides in a finger, pumping in and out at a rapid pace, curling it so that it hits her at just the right angle.

he soon adds in another finger, his free hand roaming underneath her shirt and fondling her breasts.

the female shifts so that she's once again facing him, her head in the crook of his neck and low whimpers falling past her lips.

“patrick, i'm gonna—” her voice cuts out as a mewl escapes her, her hips bucking up to meet his hand as she rides out her climax.

soon, patrick kisses her lips gently, pulling his soaked fingers out and wiping them on the sheets.

“maybe i should wake you like that more often.” he says, leaving open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, his raspy voice sending her into a state if euphoria.

“you're such a boy.” she scoffs, getting up and picking out some clothes.

☆

the school day goes by a lot easier than monday did, despite y/n having to rush out of class a few times due to morning sickness.

many students and even teachers gave her odd looks, but with a snarl from patrick, everyone minded their own business.

lunch rolls around quickly, y/n and the gang meeting on the back steps of the school, stolen food in hand.

henry, patrick, belch, and victor spend most of their free time tossing and faux fighting in the grass, earning some laughter from the female.

“pin him, 'trick!” she eggs her boyfriend on, a proud grin on her face as he holds victor on the ground.

this goes on for another twenty minutes before someone clears their throat behind them.

all five teens turn and find themselves face to face with another group of rough looking teens.

“mind if we join?” the curley haired one sneers, his brown eyes seem to be the color of honey as the sun reflects off of them.

“who're you?” henry stands tall, his chest puffed out as he tries to seem threatening.

“ryder finch, and this here's my gang.” the boy smirks, crossing his arms over his chest.

y/n notices a small tattoo of a finch below his ear as he turns to introduce his gang.

how cute.

“we don't share.” she speaks up, an eyebrow raised amusingly.

“aw, look at that. these boy's here have themselves a little toy.”

“wish we'd thought of that.” a much shorter boy speaks, his eyes wide and seemingly innocent, his cheeks tinted a rosy red.

victor cranes his neck to look at the boy and suddenly feels hot all over. he was absolutely adorable.

“i'm not a toy!” y/n scowls, standing up abruptly only to stop as she suddenly feels nauseous.

patrick notices and walks towards her, resting his hand on the small of her back in an attempt to help.

“oh and would you look at that!” another boy speaks, his almond shaped eyes the deepest blue anyone's ever seen, “she’s pregnant!”

“who's the father? do you even know? huh, slu—”

before the fake blond of the other gang can finish his sentence, patrick is in front of him and pinning him against the brink wall.

his finger dig harshly into the boy's skin as he blocks his airway.

“let him go, hockstetter.” henry snarls, thinking that the goons were not worth their time.

“i will. as soon as he's—”

“let him go.” his girlfriend cuts him off this time, her eyes pleading.

patrick removes his grip on the boy, chuckling as he gasps for air.

“here's the deal,” ryder speaks up again, his glare now even stronger than before, “you give us this spot, no problem, and we'll get out of your hair. if not, well, you'll see.”

belch suppresses a laugh as the boy speaks, knowing damn well that henry was going to give them hell for even thinking they could cross him.

none of the bowers’ gang responds, instead the five of them walk further into the woods, deciding that they'd rather skip the rest of the school day.

“what’re you gonna do about them?” y/n asks her cousin, her eyes a bit watery as her nauseousness is still apparent.

henry shrugs, “kill ‘em.”

his response causes all of the boy’s to laugh and the female to gag, her hand covering her mouth as she rushes further into the woods and lets out her lunch.

“oh come on, y/l/n! it ain’t that bad.” belch’s deep voice shouts between laughter. she scoffs, slowly making her way back towards them.

“you guys are awful. deal with those asswipes yourself, i’m going home. i swear if i find out you killed them, i’ll kill you.” y/n begins to walk towards the road, causing patrick to look between her and his friends like a lost puppy.

“do you mind if i stay with them?” he calls after her, and sees her wave him off. he knows she’s most likely upset but she’d get over it. he hasn’t spent time with the gang in a while.

☆

as the y/s/c skinned girl walks down the road, she feels her eyes getting heavy. she hasn’t been sleeping well, she hasn’t been eating well. black spots begin to cover her vision as she stumbles over her own feet.

the last thing she sees are those bright, aquamarine eyes.

when she awakes, her surroundings shock her. she’s not home, nor is she lying in the middle of the road.

“hello?” she croaks, throat dry, “hey, where the hell am i?”

she jumps as she feels a hand touch her shoulder, and then five boys approach.

“welcome to la casa de señor finch.” the same curly haired boy from earlier chuckles.

y/n stands up and with panic, wide eyes searching for a way out.

“relax, princess, we ain’t gonna hurt you.” the ocean eyed boy speaks up, “i’m mason. you fainted in the middle of the road by the school, i didn’t know what to do so i brought you here.”

“i'm grayson.” the red cheeked boy speaks up, a small smile on his face and y/n can't help but smile along with him.

“and i'm hunter, this here's olly.” the faux blonde grins, nudging the brown quiffed boy beside him.

the female lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding in, coming to the terms that these guys weren't as bad as she thought.

she mentally scolds herself for judging so quickly, something she never thought she'd ever do in a million years.

times were definitely changing.

“i'm y/n.” the y/e/c eyed female shrugs, using mason's shoulder as support to stand up tall.

“sorry about earlier, by the way.” olly sheepishly says, “i promise we're not as mean as we put on. sometimes it's just better to act all tough, so no one can hurt you.”

“it's alright, i understand... where's your bathroom?” the much shorter female feels her skin get clammy and her eyes and mouth begin to water.

“are you okay? should we take you to the hospital?” grayson jumps up, gently grabbing her hand and tugging her down a hall.

she shakes her head, using him as support as her legs still feel very weak.

they stop in front of a closed door, y/n stares at him with a raised eyebrow as if questioning him.

“the bathroom.” he nudges her, his cheeks turning an even deeper red than before, “i'll wait out here if you need anything.”

after about ten minutes, the female comes out looking even worse than she did when she went in.

“do you mind taking me home? it's getting late now anyways.” she mutters, cringing at the sour taste in her mouth.

the brown eyed boy nods, once again grabbing her hand and leading her back to the living room.

“she wants to go home.” he says, eyes wide and full of concern.

the other four boys agree, hopping into the car with ryder listening to y/n for directions to their house.

when they arrive, y/n is not surprised to find belch's blue trans am in her driveway. she sighs deeply, telling the curly haired boy to stop on the side of the road, in fear that one of the others will see.

“thanks,” she forces a smile, though she feels somber, “i'll see you guys around, i guess.”

seconds after the short female steps into the house, all four boys are running towards her, checking for bruises or any sign of pain.

“where the hell were you? you're damn lucky butch ain't home right now or you'd be dead.” henry scowls, causing her to scoff.

“if it weren't for mason i'd probably be dead anyway!” her words leave all of the boys glaring, hearing the roar of an engine as a car drives by.

“y-you were hanging out with them?!” patrick crosses his arms over his chest, a few veins showing in his neck and he clenches his jaw.

“that isn't very nice of you, y/n/n.” victor shakes his head.

“what the—are you kidding me?” the y/s/c skinned girl shouts, “i wasn't hanging out with them! i fainted in the middle of the god damn street and if it weren't for them i'd probably be walking around all delusional right now. why can't y'all just stop being jerks for two seconds? fuck you.”

patrick lets out a long breath as she shoves past him and stomps down the hall to her room, making her anger apparent as she slams the door so hard a few picture frames fall off the wall.

“i'm kicking their asses. every single one of 'em.” henry sighs, having had enough of everything.