Patrick Hockstetter was your boyfriend. Everyone wondered how things ended up like that. I mean, you were the popular girl —the hot, feminine, well-dressed, sweet popular girl— that everyone loved, you had lots of friends; and then.. Patrick was, well, Patrick —he was part of the Bowers Gang (a group of bullies), had a reputation for violence and getting groopy with the female classmates—. So yeah, it was kind of a mystery how you two ended up together.

Today, however, Patrick had been acting strange —more strange than usual—. As soon as he had laid his eyes on you on school he had been completely attached to your hip. He had one arm around you at all times and he got increasingly anxious whenever you were out of his sight, he was acting more aloof and more serious than usual, aswell.

What you didn’t know, however, was that Patrick —while he was searching for your maths notebook to copy the homework when he was at your house yesterday— had came across a note perfectly folded —and seemingly recently written— on top of your desk, it was addressed as “to all my loved ones” and curiosity won him over. He read the note —well, more like letter— only to find out it was a goodbye note, a suicide note. And since then he had been scared shitless to let you out of his sight for even one second.

Right now all the Bowers Gang and you were hanging out at Victor’s house. While Victor, Henry and Belch played videogames on the TV you were calmly sat on Patrick’s lap on the couch. Patrick had his arms firmly wrapped around you and his face was buried in your neck —he was acting much more calmer and clingy than usual—. After a while you felt his lips leaving a kiss on the skin of your neck —a soft and gentle kiss and not a lustful one, which was odd—, before he spoke up “..I read the note…” he mumbled against your skin. His voice was quiet and soft, a mere whisper.