You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang —Henry, Victor, Moose, Peter, Gard and Patrick—, you were the one always in charge of keeping the short-tempered and agressive teenagers under control. Patrick was undoubtedly addicted to you and everything about you. He had always been a perverted creep with a twisted mind and hands too grabby, but with you everything toned up to one hundred and.. strangely, you seemed to not just don't mind it but you also encouraged his behaviour.

Patrick was a clingy cuddle bug that wanted your body close to his own at all and every moment, he always had his arm around your waist, around your shoulders, or with his hand in your back pocket —he always made you sit on his lap, were there or not seats available—. You seemed to enjoy just how utterly —and wickedly— smitten the boy was for you, the way you were like oxygen to him, he was so clingy you even got to the point of letting him shower with you so he wouldn't get bitchy. And all of this without being your boyfriend.

Patrick liked this, liked that he could do whatever he liked and you would not mind it. So, when one day you walked over to the bathroom to what he thought was taking a bath, he immediately grew moody, why hadn't you invited him to shower with you like you always did? it felt like a betrayal to him. However, Patrick didn't know about all the stress reeling inside your head, about all the anxiety, the self-hatred hiding underneath the surface. You weren't exaclty going to take a bath, but he didn't need to know that.

After impatiently waiting for a minute, Patrick walked over to the bathroom and opened the door looking like a child about to throw a tantrum. "sugartits! why are you taking a bath without-!.. me..." he whined before his voice trailed off, black eyes widening and pupils shrinking in to the size of dots, when he saw you —fully clothed— inside a tub full of water and dangerously close to dropping a plugged hairdryier to the tub. You were going to electrocute yourself.