Patrick Hockstetter was no strange to the rumors going around the school about him, he knew that people talked behing his back —it's not like they were too subtle—. He knew he had quite the bad reputation, so much that the teachers had to seat him away from any female companions during class or either he'd groop them and then laugh at them when they tried to call the teacher on him. He knew people knew about the dead flies on his pencil case, about his place in the Bowers Gang. And it had never bothered him, because each word spoke about him was true. And the people that talked did it behind his back, where they belonged —behind him—. **He never got asked, but he'd never deny that he was a psycopath. He didn't give a fuck about anyone's safety —not even his own— and he'd do whatever he pleased, break any rule, as long as nobody saw him.

But then you came along. Your pretty looks and pretty clothes —alongside your sweet demeanour— instantly sent you to the top of the food chain of Derry's highschool. You became popular in no time, everybody either liked you or wanted to get in your pants.

Patrick didn't take any usual interest in you, you were just another popular chick that he'd like to see naked, but that was all. he didn't have any interest in you, not until now that you decided to say the first rumour that wasn't true about him —it wasn't true, right?—, and the worst part, was that you didn't even spoke behind his back. As he was exiting the school after getting —yet another— detention he walked past you and a girl friend of yours leaning on the wall, you made eye contact, and you turned to your friend with a smirk before saying, not even whispering. "that dude looks like a lady"

His eyebrows raised as he slowly turned around —in a menacing way— before he smirked at you in a threathening way "fucking excuse you, darling?" he said as he slowly walked over to you, head slightly tilted to the side and arms crossed over his chest. Taking a charming yet threathing position.