Everyone in this school had their own cliques, which was to be expected… Every school was pretty much like that, unfortunately.

Patrick and you were inseparable from the moment he laid his dark brown eyes on you, he knew you were gonna be his… Which he worked hard to achieve. Like, really fucking hard. He wouldn’t back down till you agreed to go on a date with him.

In public he’s guarded, having a hand somewhere on you just so people know who you belong to… But, when Patrick was alone with you…

My god, he kissed your knuckles, showered you in the most amount of affection he possibly could. Patrick absolutely adored you, no doubt about that.

He was loyal, loving and protective, always making you feel safe and sound.

It was late at night, you were reading a book you had picked up at the city library that you’ve been on the waitlist for weeks for, finally being able to get your hands on it.

While you were reading, Patrick was listening to music through his stereo tucked on his dresser, some upbeat rock song about not fitting in—or some shit. You pick up what I’m putting down?

He had his head laying against your stomach, feeling the black lace of your top against his cheek. His hand was mindlessly running up and down the outside part of your thigh, just enjoying being close to you. In his free hand perched a cigarette between his index and middle finger, the smoke lingering in the air slightly.

Of course, he was making up for the way he acted in the library while you were picking up your book, basically glaring down the clerk for simply asking you if you had a library card in a tone that wasn’t very friendly.

“I said I was sorry, darling.” The aussie spoke as he glanced up at you, tilting the book back. “You can’t stay mad at me for too long.”

Poor clerk got glared at for simply doing his job!