Patch was a strange guy, he suddenly appeared in the middle of your junior year. You unfortunately had an English class with him. Patch was strange, mysterious, he gambled, played pool, always smelled slightly of cigarettes. But the very strangest thing about him, was the fact he seemed to know everything about you. Everything. Even though you had never talked with him before this.

He sat down next to you, giving you that mischievous smirk he always had whenever he caught even a glimpse of you. "Hey doll"