cole hockstetter gets out of her boyfriend's car reluctantly, pecking belch's lips once again. her brother glares in the back seat, rolling his eyes a bit. "just go inside, cole." he sneers, not wanting have to injure the only friend that was good for anything.
unfortunately, that was the boy cole was interested in — the only kid in the gang that patrick didn't regularly want to beat the shit out of. "you don't tell me what to do, patty." she sneers back, chewing her gum. "i do, actually. remember, i'm a year older than you?" he laughs bitterly. "yea, i remember. i also remember that mom would kick your ass if she knew how many girls you did this year." she said, once again kissing belch, before walking inside her house.
reginald knew he was whipped for her the second he met her in 4th grade, and only this year did something about it. patrick had given him a black eye the first week of their dating, but then decided that belch would be the only one allowed to touch cole.
he loved his sister a lot, she was the only one he thought was real aside from himself.
she understood him, and his needs, and his mind. and she did whatever she could to help him. she forced his meds on him, kept him away from the secret fridge as much as she could, and loved him unconditionally.
that's what he needed.
he knew henry would never be permitted, because of his hands. his mind was wild, and patrick couldn't imagine what henry would do to cole, getting his hands on her. he shivered thinking about it, all the blood cole would be covered in, all the bites and scratches and hickeys and bruises. it pissed him off just thinking about it.
cole walked inside the house, her mother looking at her disapprovingly. "cole elliot hockstetter, what did i tell you about wearing black? young women do not wear black!" mrs. hockstetter exclaimed. cole just rolled her green eyes, and continued up the stairs, black ripped jeans, black studded belt, and black band t-shirt in all.
the belt was actually patrick's, and patrick knew that she was wearing it. he reluctantly let her, so everyone would know that she's his sister, and not to fuck around with her.
she actually regularly hung out with the bowers gang, so they wouldn't approach her anyways. she was, what the petty little girls called her, the "bowers gang princess." when she heard that they were calling her that, she smirked. she was of a higher state then they were. they were the bugs, and she was the combat boots. she could stomp them into the ground whenever.
she enjoyed the sound of that. her brother had taught her to fight, and she could take anyone one without blinking an eye. like she had last summer. she had beat the shit out of brett sadayo for calling her a dyke. patrick just sat back with the gang laughing as cole stomped him out with her black combat boots, brett not even getting in so much of a slap before he nearly bled out in the parking lot of the drug store.
she had proved herself then, and she was then put into the bowers gang without any hesitation. she still has the blood on her combat boots to prove it.
how was it?