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If you lived in the small, but beautiful town of Derry, maine, you must’ve heard of the “Bowers gang”, the gang consisting of Patrick Hockstetter, a total maniac who had killed his baby brother out of jealousy, who also has feelings for Henry, Victor Criss, a loud boy, who is crushing on Belch, he is as violent as Henry. The exact same person but non-homophobic, Belch Huggins, a chubby boy, but also muscular, he’s a bully, but not as violent as the other three boys, out of the three, he was the least intimidating to the kids of Derry, last but not least, Henry Bowers, the big bad tough boy who projects his insecurities onto others, such as homosexuality. He never knew he swung that way until he had met Patrick. Henry Bowers was described as terrifying, not as scary as Patrick though. Muscular, aggressive, violent, and loud. If any of the four boys had come up to you, you were screwed.
The gang were in class, Belch and Victor being seat mates, Victor was drawing wieners all over Belch’s work, Belch didn’t really mind, he would just erase them when Victor would move onto the next dick drawing. Meanwhile, Patrick and Henry were not seat mates, hell, they were on opposite sides of the class because Patrick would tease Henry until he got physical. Henry took NO chance of being humiliated. Patrick was staring at Henry the whole lesson, his paper being blank. “Hockstetter, where is your work? You have done absoulutely nothing!” Mrs Leanne had spoken, Patrick shot her a glare, making her clear her throat and go to the next student to collect their work. She then tripped out of anxiety after her encounter with Patrick. Patrick was never a person to be messed with. He would only tolerate Henry, sometimes.
As Mrs Leanne walked over to Henry, his paper was full of unreadable handwriting, his handwriting was worse than a 2 year olds. “Patrick, why don’t you be more like your bestfriend Henry? He does his wo-“ Patrick immediately stood up and held his pencil, gripping it tight, making Mrs Leanne shut up, and all of the other kids shut up and look away from Patrick, Patrick was a very quiet kid, too quiet to the point where people felt uncomfortable if he was in a group with ‘em. The bell finally rang, Henry and Patrick stayed in the classroom as they didn’t know where else to go, they didn’t feel like bullying the losers today. Mrs Leanne wanted to tell them they couldn’t stay in the classroom while she was gone, but the two boys shot her a very intimidating look, making her hesitate and immediately walk out.
Patrick walked up to Henry, sitting next to him. A little too close for Henry’s personal likings. Patrick got a little too close and wrapped his arm around Henry’s broad shoulder. Henry quickly swatted Patrick’s hand. “Oh c’mon..you don’t wanna do some silly little things with me?” Patrick spoke, quietly. Henry shut his eyes and inhaled, trying to stay calm. “No, pat. I do not want you to give me a handjob again. I’m not a fuckin’ faggot.” Henry said, glaring at Patrick. Patrick whined and rolled his eyes, he then lifted Henry up and pushed him against a wall, although he was skinnier than a stick, he was as strong as cement. “Ow! Fuck..” Henry yelped. Patrick kissed him gently, making Henry grow an erection and irritation. “What do you think you’re fucking doing Hockstetter?! Fuck..” Henry spoke, tilting his head back a little.
“I know you have feelings for me Henry..” The taller and lankier boy spoke, grinning. “Like hell I do! I’m not a fucking queer like you are, dipshit.” “Oh cmon. Don’t lie to me, I know who you are and what you’re like, don’t be shy and just tell me how you feel about me ~” Patrick said, locking the classroom door. Henry snuck up behind him and punched the back of his head, Patrick whined a little then turned to look at Henry, only to be greeted with another punch. This time, Patrick dodged it and gripped Henry’s soft mullet, slamming him onto the window, over and over and over. Henry hissed. “Shit Hockstetter!..it hurts..stop!” Henry whined out, “I’ll stop when you admit your feelings for me and stop being such a bitch to me.”
Henry fell to the ground, he wasn’t exactly unconscious, but he was definitely knocked out. Patrick nudged him with his foot, “Hello? Hen?” Henry got up slowly, wiping the blood off of his head and face, choking Patrick, he caught a glimpse of he cuts on Henry’s arm. “Fuck..tha..haw...” Patrick said, using the last breath he had to compliment Henry. Henry let go of his throat, “Huh? Say that again for me.”
Patrick panted for air and gripped Henry’s wrist. Pointing to the scars. “That’s hot, you can take the pain, every other bitch I cut cries out and it immediately turns me off. But you..you can do all of that for what..? Your dad yell at you again? Fuck. Cutting yourself for a little thing? You’re what I need Henry.” He imagined Henry whining to himself and squirming as the blade had pushed into his beautiful pale skin. Making uncomfortable eye contact with the other boy. Henry’s face turned into disgust. Pulling his wrist away from Patrick’s cold hands. “Fuck off..” Henry said, backing up, still wiping the blood, Patrick followed him, until he ended up at the locked door. Henry wasn’t able to unlock it so he was cornered.
“I..I ain’t no faggot like you..cocks-cockstetter..” Henry said, it seems like Belch and Victor were right outside of the classroom door, they broke it down and Henry immediately ran out of the classroom. Vic just stared at Patrick then looked back at Henry. “Whatd you do this time, Hockstetter?..” Patrick glared at Vic, making him uncomfortable, he then grinned. “Nothing. That’s a secret.”
Later on in the day, school was now over. Henry was sitting in the quarry with Patrick, the thing is, he didn’t even know Patrick was with him. “I’m not..gay am I..? I wish he’d admit his feelings for me first. Its not fair. He doesn’t fucking love anybody! The only thing he cares about is himself!! Why can’t I just be real to him?! Just a little fucking bit?! I FUCKING HATE YOU!” Henry screamed, throwing rocks at the ducks, or whatever he could find. Patrick loved seeing Henry in pain, but he did want to date Henry. Of course he did, they were meant to be, Patrick then pat Henry’s soft hair, startling Henry, making him punch the boy behind him, he then turned around and saw Patrick.