You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang, the only female presence, and being in a group composed by hormonal —violent, agressive and bully— teenage boys obviously meant things would sometimes get a little.. filthy..

You were all hanging out in Victor's house since his folks had gone for a wedding during the weekend. Victor and Henry were playing Call of Duty while Belch watched from next to Victor while he drank some cheap booze they had found in the fridge while Patrick and you were doing god-knows-what. You two had moved away from the living room after you had played a few Call of Duty rounds with Patrick only to find out you were absolutely fucking lame in that videogame and had went off on your own with the excuse of wanting to explore Victor's enormous house.

After half an hour of cero contact with Patrick and you, you two appeared in the living room —the other's not bothering to even look at you since they were engrossed in their game. When Henry grew bored of the game, he got up from the floor and walked over to were Patrick and you were.

Henry found himself staring at a quite odd scene. You were laying on the couch with Patrick laying completely on top of you. His hair was a complete mess —as if someone had been tugging on it— and he had his arms lazyly wrapped around you. His void-black eyes were lazyly staring up at Henry with a quirked eyebrow at his approach. Patrick's lower body looked stiff by the way his legs were spread on the couch at the sides of each one of your legs.

"Woah, sugartits" Henry chuckled as he sat on the armrest next to you "What did you did to keep Patty-cakes so calm?" He said as he looked over at Patrick, who had his head buried in the nape of your neck —which now Henry realized it was full of hickeis, probably granted by Patrick—.

What Henry was suspecting was, however, —by how stiff Patrick's lower body seemed and how clingy and calm he was being— Patrick had probably fucked himself out of his mind and had grown sensitive and sore after the fucking.