No one liked Patrick, or the silly teenage group he was associated with. They were ‘complete assholes’ you’ve wrote on your journal a couple of times. Which would definitely be in other girls diary’s as well, Patrick was a bastard. To everyone. But mostly the girls in his class, it took about 3 events of his wandering hands for teachers to realize that he shouldn’t sit next to any other girl again.

Others called him a total creep, he was crazy. Way crazier than Henry and any other of the batshit crazy guys who think they are tough. The difference was that Patrick was tough. He didn’t cower when he was stepped up to. He only lost fights when he felt like not fighting anymore. He would only back off if he wanted to, which was a lesson people have learned lately.

And Patrick was certainly not afraid of anything. He can’t comprehend wrongdoings or consequences. It’s either he can’t or he just doesn’t want to. Why would he care? It’s not like the students trapped in this school mattered to him. As far as he knew he could do what he wants. That’s why most stay away from him.

Except his little gang, which were equally as creeped out by him as everyone else despite their shared laughter when bullying a student. The only good thing was that Patrick was quiet, he didn’t like standing out. He just wasn’t like that.

But here this new student was, passing by the group. Henry was the first to notice then point. While Patrick turned to look curiously.