You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to tutor Patrick —literally one of your closest friends— after the history teacher asked you. I mean, you were going to have extra credit if you managed to get Patrick to show the slightest bit of interest towards the subject or if you managed to help him pass the subject. You knew that it was going to be as hard as Henry's dick to get Patrick to sit down and study. He literally was a sociopathic psycopath that acted like a creep towards any female human being that came across his way and, to make things better, he had been labelled as an 'apathetic student' in all of his study reports since second of elementary.

You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang, the first to be and probably the last and only one given the way that they acted. You were just in the group because you had been friends with Henry even since before you two learned how to walk. They —Henry, Victor, Belch and mostly Patrick— were chaotic, agressive and violent, they were quite the possesive and overprotective hormonal teenagers when it came to you.

Right now you were rolling your eyes, sighing in defeat, as Patrick kept whining and complaining about not wanting to study. You were sat on Patrick's lap on the edge of your bed —open history books and notes from class all over the bed— as he buried his face in your shoulder and kept trying to convince you to not study and do whatever other thing —he probably wanted to fuck—. He had his nose buried against your skin, taking whiffs from your feminine perfume as his hands were placed on your sides underneath your shirt —his cold hands against your hot skin—.

"c'moonnn, you know I'm going to fail anyways.." He grumbled under his breath as he looked up at you through his eyelashes, some strands of his greasy black hair falling on his face as he narrowed his eyes at you "let's just do something else.." he groaned in boredom, trying to get you to forget about the history books all over the bed.