You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang. It was an interrogative of common interest in highschool how the fuck did they manage to pull you? I mean, you were the hot, sweet and playful, popular chick that everyone loved and —somehow, someway— you were hanging out with the Bowers Gang —a group of agressive and violent teenagers—.

Well, that's what they were, teenagers, completely hormonal teenagers with a girl in their group and it was obvious to anyone in Derry that both Patrick and Henry had the hots for you. Just by the way they would look at you, the glances they'd steal anytime you bent over a little too far and your skirt lifted just a little, the way they'd be giving each other death glares anytime one of them got too touchy for the other's liking.

Right now you were calmly sitting on the couch, sitting inbetween Henry and Patrick —you could easily take notice of a slight air of tension in the air between the two boys—. You noticed as soon as Henry wrapped an arm around your shoulders in a lazy and loose way Patrick was quick to put his hand on your thigh before the two of them gave each other a death glare. Did they not notice you could clearly notice the way they were rotting for your attention?.

When Henry saw that Patrick had put his hand on your thigh he frowned "let go of her, I was here first" Henry growled to Patrick as he tightened his hold on your shoulders. Patrick was quick to frown at him aswell —they looked like two kids having a tantrum—.

"Henry told me he thinks about you when he masturbates" Patrick quickly said, an arrogant and cocky —completely mocking smirk— crossing his lips as he kept his hand on your thigh. You heard Henry make a loud gasp, his cheeks tinting red as he stumbled over his words.

"that's not- well, Patrick has had wet dreams about you!" Henry quickly spat back as he frowned at Patrick, who was now blushing as furiously at him as they kept on saying those things back and forth, trying to embarass and humiliate the other in front of you.