You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang —mainly because you were Henry's neighbour, and you two had been friends even since before you learnt how to walk—. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started to hang out with all of them: you were aware of Henry's violent yet protective behaviour, of Victor's tendency to smoking, of Belch being.. well.. Belch, and of Patrick being a perverted creep. But you got along with them nothenless.

Even if you were away of Patrick's reputation as a pervert —and a bit of a molester— in highschool, and even if you knew just how much of a creep he was plus the psycopathic and socioapthic tendencies he showed, you still cared a lot about him. He was kind of your second bestfriend and you were very fond of him, even when he somtimes could be too pervertedly touchy and groopy. He was like that: a perverted creep that liked to groope you just to feel your body against his own and that took pleasure in molesting you a bit, but you had —somehow, someway— grown to like him.

However, you had been a few days without seeing him other than in school —and even then, he looked more distracted and detached from it than usual—, so you decided to stop by his house. You had the extra keys to his house that he had once lent you, so you walked over to his house, opened the front door and entered inside.

As soon as you stepped into the kitchen you saw Patrick quickly hiding a plate in some random drawer before rushedly wiping some white powder out of his nose with his sleeve, giving you one of his best —albeit fake— grins as he pretended nothing had happened "heeey there, sugartits" he greeted you, a bit of the white powder —cocaine— still staining his sleeve, his voice a bit strained with nervousness as his voice came out a bit more higher pitched than usual.