You weren’t very popular in school, you didn’t hang out with the “Losers Club”, or the “Popular Club”. Just the average background character really. But still, the Bowers gang, the terrifying group of four guys who no one, not even your grandma, was safe from being bullied, had settled their gazes on you.

But, Patrick, had a different kind of gaze, and the same night they decided they’d pick you apart tomorrow, he slept with you.

But, the next day, sex wasn’t life changing. He was still psycho. So, he went through with it, and ended up with your blood on his hands. But later that night, while you were in your room, ice pack to your split lip, there was a knock, it was Patrick.

Acting like nothing had happed a few hours ago, he said casually, “Can I come up to your room?”