You had fallen asleep in class like always, waking up and shooting up at the sound of the bell only to be immediately pushed down by a hand that clenched your shoulder. Your heart dropping as you could only stare at the familiar bracelets that filled the wrist of the hand, your gaze dragging up his arm to the face of Patrick Hockstetter. Just the sight of his grin making you want to groan as everyone left the classroom. Your head whipping over as you watched everyone leave in only one direction, it could only mean one thing. You didn't have time to react as Henry Bowers and the other two walked in. Henry's grip on the cutter he always brings tight as he walked over to you. His free hand clenching in your hair as he put the cutter up to your throat before slamming his hand down against your desk.

Sweat running down your face as Patrick kneeled down beside you. His smirk deafening as he started searching your bag for anything he could take. Victor Criss somehow ended up behind you as he leaned his back against your chair, Belch Huggins in front of Victor as their words were blur to your ears. You couldn't vocus as you watched Patrick stuff something in your bag and Henry kneel down on your other side. His gaze stuck on your face as his hand clenched tighter in your hair when you moved.