- - -Two weeks later- - -

Patrick's POV

"Aye, Lucas," I call over to Y/N's new 'boyfriend'.

"The infamous Patrick Hockstetter?" He addresses, sitting on a table infront of me.

"What's up with you and my girl Y/N?"

"Your girl?" The little prick asks as if he didn't know.

"Did I fucking stutter?"

Lucas looks up at me and smirks, "if she's your girl than why is she calling my name at night?"

"What did you just say?" I push him back and he starts laughing, a smug smile on his face.

"Why don't you just leave her alone, man. You're no good for her. You hold her back". I roll my eyes and start cracking my knuckles. "Did you know she's got this sweet little moan?" he looks up at me, pleased with my reaction, "you know she also gets wet pretty fast, I could easily slip my fingers into her tight little pus-"

Before he can finish I punch him square in the jaw.

"Fuck!" he screams, holding his face and trying to crawl away. I press my knee into his chest, punching him again, smiling when I notice he starts coughing up blood. His body stills, unable to fight back. I wince as the skin on my knuckles starts to tear from impact.

"Patrick!" Y/N's voice  yells from behind me. Soon enough I feel her tear me away from the pathetic little shit. "Oh my god-" she exhales shakily, looking down at Lucas.

Your POV

I push Patrick off of Lucas and yell for help. "What is wrong with you?!" I scream. Patrick gets up slowly, reaching a hand out towards me.

"Please, just hear me out," he begs, wincing when I slap his hands away. "Mh- fuck that hurts!" he yelps. I grab his wrists, and gasp. Other students and faculty file forward to help Lucas.

"What have you done?!" I whisper-yell and pull him towards the bathroom, following aimlessly. "Sit," I demand. Patrick stares at me as I bandage his hands.

"He was saying awful things about you," he murmurs. I don't meet his eyes but start to wrap his hands with the gauze in the bathroom's emergency kit. "Lucky they have those things for guys like me," he comments, referring to the kit. When I don't respond he sighs, grabbing my hands and holding them against his chest. "I was defending your honor. I swear I wasn't the fuckup in that altercation".

"What was he saying?" I ask, now genuinely curious. Patrick's eyes drop the the floor, hesitant about repeating the words to my face. "Tell me".

"He said you get turned on easily and he could and has stuck his fingers up your 'tight little pus'-"

I cut him off, not needing to hear him finish that. "Okay". How was I choosing my men. Honestly, why was I attracting these problems?

"Y/N. I wasn't ready to tell you I love you back then. I don't know if I'm ready now, but I care about you and I'm sorry I hurt you. I want to be there for you," he rambles, staring up into my eyes.

The bathroom door opens and some of the security guards from school come in, "Patrick Hockstetter, you're under arrest for the assault of Lucas Andrathin". We look at one another wiith shocked faces, rising from the sink as they approach us. "Turn around," they demand, slapping cuffs onto his thin wrists.

"There's a misunderstanding here, please don't!" I try to grab Patrick but an officer slams me against the wall.

"You wanna get taken to the cells too, cupcake?" he snarls into my ear. Patrick shoves the cop off of me, leaning in close to my face.

"Tell my parents where I am. Everything's gonna be fine," he whispers into my ear before he's roughly swung away from me.

...

"Patrick Hockstetter," I repeat for the incompetent officer at the main desk.

"You're not on his visitor list," she says, looking at me with a smile.

"B-but I sent in a request last Tuesday to see him. Why isn't he letting me see him?"

"Beats me. Maybe he just don't wanna see you," she pops her gum loudly and turns back to the computer.

"Please, ma'am. I love him with all my heart and I may never see him again," I explain. She raises her eyebrows before pulling up Patrick's file again.

"Well.. he's being released in forty minutes. I don't see why you visiting him before then is a problem," she thinks aloud.

"Oh, thank you so much, ma'am!"

She beckons be to the visitor room, where Patrick is sitting and waiting. He looks at me shocked before mouthing my name.

"Pick up the phone," the officers instruct us. His eyes look bothered when he brings the receiver to his ear.

"Patrick?" I breathe out. He closes his eyes, as though relishing the feeling. "Why didn't you want to see me?" He drops my gaze and puts his hand on the window, waiting for me to do the same.

"I never want to see you again," his tired voice says. It doesn't sound like him; it's strained, unsure.

"That's not funny," I whimper. My hand starts to feel cold against the glass, but he leaves his hand there.

"I don't... care about you. Get out of here, Y/N. Never talk to me again".

"Fuck you, hockstetter," I cry, feeling hurt and alone. My shaky hand hangs up the receiver, my hand slipping from the glass. But his hand remained there.

---Two Months Later---

Patrick's POV

She never laughed. She never smiled. I should know, I was always watching and hoping she would be happier.

After I was arrested, my parents told me I'd have to cut her out of my life as she was 'causing trouble' according to them. Obviously I said "fuck that," but otherwise they refused to pay my bail. If I never said those things to my beautiful girl, my parents would hear about it. They were investing large sums of money in various officers to track the content of calls I was making. They would have known. That's why I rather not let Y/N see me at all. But as usual, she didn't give up on me. That's the story, and now I'm here at her door, ready to beg for forgiveness and explain myself.

Then I hear her laughter. My feet wouldn't move as I listened to it. The musical nature in each squeal. I couldn't come back and turn her life upside down again.

She was the only real thing I had in this world, and I couldn't ruin her.