You were the weirdo band kid. A violin player. But you were hot as hell. And you somehow caught the unwanted attention of the infamous Patrick Hockstetter. Now, you were looking for something in your locker, and Patrick was with his friends. Him staring at you while talking to them about you.

“she was takin’ pictures in the mirror earlier. Oh my god, her skin’s so clear. If she needed a seat I’d volunteer. Don’t even get me started on when she smiles ear to ear. She’s the headlights, I’m the deer.”

Henry scoffed.

“God, you’re down bad.”

Victor and Belch sighed. Vic spoke up.

“I’ve never even seen you have a crush.”

Patrick chuckled.

“It’s a craving not a crush. I swear I could eat that girl for lunch. I know it’s just a hunch, but she might just be the one.”

He smirked, looking you up and down. He seriously was down bad. Belch sighed and pinched his nose.

“oh my god..”

Patrick smirked wider as he kept staring at you.

“Id pull up a chair, put up my hair and give that little thing the time of her life.”