Patrick Feely, number 12, is the quiet one of the group. The mute. He keeps to himself, and stays out of drama. Or atleast tries to. Patrick is also in love with his best friend’s girlfriend, you.

“Don’t do this,” Patrick let out a scoff, shaking your shoulders with his big hands. The rain was beating down on you, plastering his brown curls to his forehead. Rain trickled down his eyebrows, his nose, and then his lips.

“Just get in the car with me. We can talk, we can figure—“

“Let go of me!” You bit out. “Now!”

“So you can go home and carve yourself like a fucking pumpkin?”Patrick demanded, pulling you closer. “Fuck no. You’re coming with me.”

“Why would you even want that?” You choked out, shoving him off you. “You said it yourself, being around me makes you miserable!”

“Yeah,” Patrick snarled, closing the space between you two again.

“But not being around you makes me feel even worse!”