warning ; not for the faint hearted

❨ MISTAKES LIKE THIS ❩

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AMERICAN TEENS

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“this is like the fifth time today.” olly whines, resting his head back against the bathroom stall as he unwilling listens to the female retch.

she huffs, sitting on her knees for a few seconds as if to make sure she's done before standing up and flushing the toilet.

her shaky y/s/c skinned hand unlocks the stall, she goes to the sink and washes her hand.

once she's done, she glances down at the hazel eyed boy she befriended a few a weeks ago with a smile.

“you know i can't help it.” one of her hands protectively rubs her growing bump while the other grips olly's, allowing him to lead her out and back into the hallway.

they're met with four other boys, the noodle haired one letting a cigarette hang loosely between his peach tinted lips.

“took you long enough,” he mutters, “you know those boys of yours wander the halls around this ti—”

“y/l/n!” patrick's harsh tone cuts ryder off, all six of them turning around to find themselves facing none other than the four boys of the bowers’ gang.

both olly and mason push the shorter female behind them, harsh glares set on their faces.

“leave her alone, man.” hunter spits.

the lanky, dark haired boy chuckles, slowly stepping closer to the new gang.

“why the hell would i listen to you? that’s my girl.”

“that sure ain't what she said a few minutes ago.” olly chuckles, removing his grip from y/n's waist and walking until he's nearly nose to nose with patrick.

the y/h/c haired female sighs, knowing that whatever follows won't be pretty. she makes an attempt to step between them, but the other four boys in the gang all put an arm out, warning her not to.

things seem to go by in slow motion, patrick being the first one to throw a punch. the sound that echoes the empty halls as his fist meets olly's cheek causes y/n to jump.

the brown haired boy spits blood onto the floor, his whole entire facial expression changing as he pounces onto the thin young man.

y/n's y/e/c eyes widen in horror as olly doesn't give the other boy a chance to hit back.

“henry, stop this!” she screams, surprised that no one from administration has come to see what the ruckus was about. she assumes everyone was too afraid.

the dirty blonde haired boy shakes his head, arms crossing over his chest and a smirk pulling at his lips as patrick finally gets up, now straddling olly and endlessly punching at his face.

at the sight of blood, the female feels herself getting queasy. she blinks rapidly, ignoring the sudden ringing in the back of her head.

“come on, bentley!” ryder grunts, his fists clenched at his sides.

“mason, stop them.” y/n mumbles, gripping the ocean eyed boys arm tightly, “stop them! make them stop!”

her heart was pounding in her chest, her eyes watering as she stares up at the boy and watches him shake his head in disagreement.

she absolutely hated everything about this. the constant fighting for dominance, the constant douchery, the constant need to prove something to everyone.

in this very moment all she wanted to do was scream at the very top of her lungs. she hates derry, she hates butch, she hates henry, she hates the gang, she hates ryder and his stupid friends, and most of all—she hates patrick hockstetter.

y/n doesn't even realize that everything has stopped until she feels a hand on her arm. she looks around to notice that she's on the ground, all of the boy's from both gangs staring at her in concern.

someone was screaming, an ear-splitting scream that seemed to tell a story.

she tucks her head into her knees, cowering away from the noise. it takes less than two minutes for her to realize that the person screaming is her.

things seem to become clear once again as she stops shouting and just holds herself, ignoring the worried stares she's getting from not only the gang but some straggler students.

patrick kneels down in front of her, his pale hands reaching to grab her by the elbows but he freezes in his place when she lets out a shout.

“get away!” as he looks into her distant y/e/c eyes he feels his heart shatter. he did this to her. he was tearing her apart, in more ways than one, “go away, go away, go away, go away. all of you! go away! get away from me!”

“how do we stop her?” grayson panics, his cheeks seeming to be the most rosiest red they've ever been.

“i-i don't know. i don't know what's happening, she—look at her face! something's goin’ on in her head.” victor is the one to reply, a small blush on his cheeks as they lock eyes.

patrick hastily lifts the girl up by her waist, his jaw clenching as the female screams and kicks.

all nine boys walk out of the school through the back, growling at anyone who tries to get in their ways.

“she's sleeping.” olly mutters, causing everyone to put their attention back on the now limp-bodied female.

they continue their walk to the parking lot, about to get into their respective cars and go their separate ways, when belch speaks up.

“is she on her period or something?”

once again, all young men glance at the girl on patrick's shoulder, but this time all of their eyes nearly bug out of their heads.

“holy shit.” hunter gasps, before his eyes roll into the back of his head and he faints on the ground.

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“patrick?” y/n croaks, dried tears on her cheeks and her voice just barely above a whisper.

the blue-gray eyed boy glances over at her, immediately intertwining their fingers.

“shh, baby, don't strain yourself.” he hums, his thumb massaging the skin on her much smaller hand.

“wh-what happened?” her soft eyes take in her surroundings, a flood of memories within her head.

she furrows her eyebrows in confusion, wondering where everyone else disappeared to.

patrick's eyes wander over he body, stopping on her stomach for quite a long time before his gaze reconnects with her own.

y/n sits up abruptly, eyes wide and lips quivering as she notices the distraught expression on her lover's face.

“calm down, lil’ bit. just let me expl—”

“the baby, 'trick. is it alright? is everything okay?” she stares at him with hopeful eyes, waiting for him to answer.

when he doesn't, she chokes out a heart wrenching sob.

the sound is enough to cause some tears to burn in the back of the young man's eyes, his lips slightly parted as he takes a few deep breaths.

“you just started screaming...while me and that bentley kid were fighting. i don't—i don't know exactly what went on in that head of yours but you just snapped. i guess you finally realized how much of a sleazebag i am.” he tries to chuckle, but it just comes out sounding like a cough, “i lifted you up and i was just gonna take you home but then you passed out or fainted or i don't know. belch pointed out that there was blood on you, i didn't know what else to do besides bring you here. the others are out in the waiting room. i can tell them to come in if you wa—”

“so no more baby?” she cuts him off, whimpering.

yes, at first she didn't want anything to do with the unborn child but as time went on she grew used to the idea of being a mother. even patrick got used to the idea of being a father.

he wanted to be a father.

“the doctor said it was due to stress.” is all the pale boy says, not having enough courage in him to look her back in the eyes.

this was all his fucking fault.

y/n just stares blankly at the blinding white wall in front of her, her tears having stopped by now.

patrick sighs, getting up and leaving the room, only to come back with the rest of the boys tailing behind him.

henry goes up and hugs his cousin, his eyes showing the tiniest hint of pity as he notices how unresponsive she is.

“um, y/n/n?” victor whispers, biting his lip nervously when she robotically turns her head to face him.

“yes, vic?”

the platinum blonde haired boy glances at grayson, who was standing beside him with an arm on his waist. if it were any other situation, y/n would've been overjoyed for the two.

“we just wanted to say we're sorry. all of us. none of this would've happened if we weren't so caught up in proving our masculinity.”

henry nods, “he's right. we all had a discussion and decided to try and share the town without having a cow.”

y/n nods, forcing a small smile before slowly lying back down, turning away to, again, face the plain wall.

the two gangs decide on giving the teen some time, patrick giving her a kiss before being the last one to leave the room.

she shifts onto her back and stares sadly at the ceiling, imagining that her little angel is watching from above.

“it's a shame it had to take me losing you for them to come to their senses.”