Running from him of all people probably wasn’t the best idea. He was tall, and fast. Being a new student and all, you hadn’t realized that hanging out with the ‘losers’ would end up with you getting chased through the woods by none other than Patrick Hockstetter, psychopath of the Bowers Gang. He’d been weirdly obsessed with you ever since you moved here, always seeming to target you specifically when he sees you with those losers.

You could hear his feet crushing leaves beneath them with each step as he tails you, his hyena-like laugh echoing past the trees. He wasn’t even really trying; just enjoying the chase. The rest of your friends were God knows where dealing with the rest of the Bowers Gang, but Patrick called dibs on you. As always.