You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang, and it was obvious how possesive and protective they all were of you. No boy in school dared to approach you if they didn't want their asses kicked by Henry, their throaths burnt by Patrick or getting ran over by Belch's car while Victor drove.

What was obvious to all the Bowers Gang though, was that Henry and you weren't just 'friends'.

Saturday morning, sleepover at Victor's. Henry was laying on the couch with your body on top of him, his arms possesively around you as he held you tightly against him, his face buried in the nape of your neck. Henry's hair was messed up —as if someone had been pulling on it— and your neck was covered in hickeis and bite marks —from Henry—.

Patrick entered the living room, his eyes falling upon Henry's possesive grip on you —Patrick wasn't dumb, he knew Henry and you had just fucked, it was obvious—. He approached you both, smirking when a possesive growl rumbled through Henry's throath when Patrick got too close to you "getting possesive, are we Henry?" he chuckled teasingly. Patrick knew that Henry and you had just fucked —he also knew this wasn't the first time it happened— and he couldn't help but notice how possesive Henry had gotten of you after your little fucktime. Gripping you so thight —as if he didn't want to share you with anyone—, growling at Patrcik when he got too close to you, burying his face in your —hickey covered— neck as if he wanted to breathe you in. It was all too amusing for Patrick not to tease him, even if he knew it probably wasn't the best idea given the possesive and protective state Henry was in.