You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang. You only were there because you had been childhood friends with Henry —the leader of the Gang— even since before you two learnt how to walk since both of your father's were friends and had started with the joke "they'll get married when they grow up". The curious thing was that their "joke" was starting to become a reality, you and Henry were girlfriend and boyfriend now —he was the threathening, harsh and violent guy that only had a soft spot for you, the sweet and charismatic girl that everyone loved—. It was a great combination and both of your father's were always joking about the wedding and the kids you two would have.

The problem was that, even if Henry and you were the original couple, there was an undeniable third person to the relationship. And that person happened to be Patrick Hockstetter —a psycopathic pyromaniac with a reputation of being a complete creep—. Neither Henry or you knew how or when —or even why— but one day it was suddenly as if, behind closed doors obviously, Henry and you weren't just a couple but a threesome with Patrick in it. It was kind of a "sharing you" between the two boys and you certainly didn't doubt those two had gotten freaky under the sheets a few times before.

Right now you were laying on the couch of Henry's house, calmly switching the channels on TV, until you felt someone next to you. You raised your gaze to be met with Patrick, who flashed you a quick grin "hey, you" he said playfully before leaning on top of you —his hands going to grab at your hips as his own legs straddled your waist, his nose going to press against your neck as he took whiffs of your feminine perfume. You could feel him smirking against your skin— "I don't like your boyfriend" he said playfully, in a joking manner "no way, no way, I think you need a new one" he joked playfully as he started to nibble on the skin of your neck, his grip on your hips still tight —even while leaning on top of you he was still tall and towering—.