I trudge into shithole central, carelessly shoving the doors open. Nobody pays much of us attention as we all walk in. Patrick staying quiet as he scanned the hallways, quickly breaking off to hit on some random cheerleader he'd spotted. Meanwhile, Henry and Belch were arguing over cars or something, which prompts me to roll my eyes from how heated it seemed to be getting.
Instead of eavesdropping, I pay attention more to getting to our usual spot. I shove my way through the crowd of people, not in the mood for any extra bullshit since Patrick decided to wake me up in the most unpleasant way possible.
By shoving me off the bed.
I grit my teeth and clench my fists. He knew how much I loathed being touched, but he always does it anyway. If it were anyone else I'd probably chalk it up to some sort of schoolgirl crush, but it's Patrick. So, that's pretty much the only explanation I need.
"Damn, Vic." Belch suddenly says
His words were probably prompted by how he spotted me shoving a particular member of the Losers Club against the lockers and out of my way.
"Not today, Belch." I hiss
Belch backs off and we approach our spots, taking our usual stances. Patrick joins us shortly after, his arm hooked around the waist of some preppy cheerleader I didn't know the name of, and honestly didn't care to.
"You seem bitter this morning," Patrick comments
"Only because you shoved me off my bed." I spit harshly
"You weren't waking up." He shrugs with a snicker
This prompts a giggle from the cheerleader as his hand moves down to cup one of her ass cheeks. She swats him playfully.
"So, don't shove me out of bed, cocksweater!" I snap
"But it's more fun that way."
I snarl and take a step towards him, about to right hook the motherfucker into next week, when his attention is pulled away from me. He grins, and swats the girl's ass.
"I got some business to attend to, sweetheart." He dismisses her "Go back to your friends."
She smiles at him and pecks his cheek giddily before going back to her fellow preppy whores. Patrick disappears into a small flock of students, and pulls out a girl he often targeted.
I think her name was [First Name] or something, and she was pretty short and overall pretty filled out, despite the baggy clothes she always wears. But I only really notice her because she was almost always making googly eyes at me whenever she saw me.
She looks at him terrified as he talks to her. He was obviously trying to get a bit handsy, which starts to erk me. Since I knew exactly what it was like to get targeted by him.
Reluctanly and with a scoff, I push myself off the lockers I was leaning on and walk over to him.
Reluctanly and with a scoff, I push myself off the lockers I was leaning on and walk over to him.
"Leave her alone, Patrick." I interrupt
Patrick and [First Name] turn their attention to me. Patrick's smile was still spread across his long ass horse face, and [First Name] looked almost awestruck.
"Aw, I was just teasing her, Vic." Patrick drawls
I ignore his statement and blow a strand of loose hair out of my face. I glance over at the girl, who was doing the googly eyes thing at me.
"Quit making googly eyes at me." I snap
She hides her face behind her books as I reach over and grab Patrick by the arm.
"Since when did you become cock-block central?" Henry comments
I leave Patrick to stay in the place he had been originally standing in.
"Since Patrick started hanging out with us." I fire back, crudely
Henry just snarls at my tone as I step back into my usual spot. We all turn our attention to [First Name], who glances between all of us, looking dumbfounded.
Honestly if I didn't know any better I'd figure she was trying to size us all up. But she was skiddish as fuck.
"What're you staring at?" Henry hisses "Scram, rat."
She fumbles around for a response before stupidly saluting to him. She continues on to run off down the hallway, dipping into another random group of students.
I sigh inwardly as the others start in on discussing plans for the day, figuring out if we were all gonna skip or not.
What I would give if I could be somebody else for awhile.
Be careful what you wish for.
I glance around, slightly disturbed.
"Whats up, Vic?" Belch questions me "You look like you just saw a ghost."
I turn my gaze back to him and gruffly wave him off, dismissing any and all questions from him. He asked way too many.