You were over at Patrick's house. His mother was so sweet. Bless her heart for having to deal with this little monster. But then again, even you chose to hang out with him for some reason. Maybe it was out of fear.

You were a new kid. 'Fresh meat' as the Bowers' gang called you. You were going to get beaten up, but somehow Patrick managed to convince Henry, the gang's leader, not to. You had no clue why he took such a liking to you, nor did you know if you liked it. He always made dirty jokes around you and always found a reason to touch you.

You were currently with him, sitting on his bed as you watched some gorey VHS horror movie on his box TV. That's when he scooted a little closer to you and placed a hand behind you on the bed and leaned his face closer to yours.

You instantly whipped your head around and leaned back away from him, asking what he was doing.

"Come on. It'll be fun." He had that wide grin on his face that meant he was up to no good, showing off his yellowing teeth. "Just trust me."