It Imagines

Request: Patrick Hockstetter

Bad Ass, is what people called her.

1. Because nobody scared her, not even the infamous Bowers gang.

2. Girl was thicker than a Snicker.

3. She copped that hot ass attitude with everybody, including teachers.

4. Hard to get.

Which is where everything begins.

With that smart ass mouth.

y/n

I close my locker and walk outside. It was absolutely beautiful out. Not a single piece of the blue sky in sight. It was cold and the wind was harsh. The weather couldn't get any better.

"Watch it, freak!" I look over and frown. That damn Bowers gang. Patrick shoves a curly haired boy to the ground and I storm over.

"Hey! Back the fuck off, Patrick!" I yell.

"Or what?" He says, tempting me.

"I'll smack you so hard you'll wake up in the 21st century!" Patrick smirks and licks his lip.

"Alright. See you around then, skank." He says, walking.

"I'm not a skank." I say.

"Right. And I'm dating Marilyn Monroe." Patrick shakes his head and scoffs, smirking at Henry.

"That's why you're all bark and no bite!" I yell.

"That's why you're all ass and no titties!" He turns back around, getting in my face.

"That's why you're all knife and no knuckle!"

"That's why you're all... That's why you're all..." He growls as he can't think of another come back.

"I'll get your hoe ass. Watch." He gets in the car with Henry and I glare at him through the window, and I see him smirk and blush faintly.

I don't know why, but my heart beats a little faster at that.

"You okay, Steve?"

"It's Stan. And, I'm okay."

"Oh. My bad. I'm sorry about them. You know how they are."

"It's okay. No biggie." Stan shrugs it off. "Well. We'd better get going."

"See ya, Stan."

"Yo, girl. If you not busy later, hit my
dms." Richie says. Yeah, I knew Richie. All too well.

"Hit your what?"

"Ever. Gotcha ass." He laughs and walks off. Stan mumbling how he's an idiot for that.

A couple of days later, I walk to the pharmacy to get some candy. It wasn't a very far walk. Maybe about a half a mile from home.

"Watch it!" Somebody yells at me as they brush my shoulder.

"You ran into me!" I turn around and yell. Oops. Bad idea.

"Well, well, well. Funny seeing you here, Y/N." Patrick sneers.

"You too, Hockstetter."

"What are you doing in this neighborhood?" He asks.

I scoff. "Like you care."

I walk into the pharmacy and he follows. "I'm serious. I wanna know."

"Didn't you just say I was a whore and a skank like two days ago?"

"Well, yes. But-"

"What? You didn't mean it?" I shake my head and grab a pack of jolly ranchers and cough syrup."

"What's that for? Lean? You throwing a party?" He asks. I look down at them, not realizing they both could make the concoction.

"No. It's cause my sister is sick and I want candy."

"Ah. That makes sense. So-"

"Why are you following me, Patrick?"

"Pffft. I'm not." He shrugs.

"Whatever." I sigh, setting my stuff on the counter.

"So, are you doing anything this weekend?"

"No. Why?"

"Wanna go to a party?"

"I didn't know there was one."

"There's not. I am the party."

"Why are you acting this way? You're a total dick around your friends, but just around me you're all nice?" I ask.

"Well, cause I care about you I guess."

"You guess?"

"No I do! It's just... I-I just..." He sighs and leans forward, planting his lips on mine.

"Whoa." I mumble as we pull apart.

"Yeah." He blushes and smiles.

"How long have you liked me for?"

"Pre-Kindergarten." He smirks and blushes.

I smile and kiss him again. "Maybe you're not that bad, Hockstetter."

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written by meee: @badboycarl