❨ MISTAKES LIKE THIS ❩

UNFORTUNATE EVENTS

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“the equation y = |x| with y greater than zero, represents y as a function of x. true or false?” the pinched, nasally voice of patrick's calculus teacher cuts him out of his daze.

he slouches his shoulders a bit more, eyes lowering to where his fingers fiddle with his pencil pouch.

everyone's eyes were on him.

“repeat the question.” he means it to sound like a request, but his voice is so monotonous and low that it seems to be a demand.

“the equation y = |x| with y greater than zero, represents y as a function of x. true or false?” the graying haired lady says once again, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face.

patrick wouldn't be able to answer; the teacher, along with all of his classmates knew it.

“uhh...i don't know, false?”

immediately after he answers, everyone—including the wrinkly, saggy boobed teacher—laughs.

she stalks over to his desk and slams a hand down on it, grinning proudly when she notices him flinch.

“that’s incorrect.” she slowly steps away, “greta, what's the correct answer?”

greta smiles smugly, “true.”

before anyone else can say anything, the bell for lunch rings. patrick grabs his things almost immediately, keeping his gaze on the ground as he walks into the crowded halls.

he doesn't look up until he reaches his locker, emptying the books he doesn't need into it. just as he's about to walk off, greta keene and her possé walk up smirking.

patrick wants to do nothing else but slap it off of all of them.

“what do you want, keene?” he speaks through gritted teeth, fists clenched at his sides and his breath getting heavier.

he wouldn't hit her—he couldn't.

she may not look it, but she was a female.

patrick hockstetter did not put his hands on females.

well, at least not in a violent way.

“oh, nothing. i just wanted to congratulate you on being the world's dumbest psychopath.” her pearl white teeth—which were most likely fake—shone blindingly bright, and lord did it anger the hockstetter boy.

“you're not worth my time, you're not even re—”

“seriously? you're still going on about that ‘not real’ shit? i thought you'd be over that childishness now.”

the two of them continue to banter, not at all noticing a specific girl heading their way.

when she's close enough, she rests her hand gently on patrick's arm.

“everything okay over here?” her voice is extra perky, causing both patrick and greta to cringe.

“why don't you mind your own business, slu—”

“we should...we should probably get going.” the long haired boy's eyes go wide as he hears what greta is about to call the shorter girl beside him.

he makes a move to grab her hand but she pulls away, crossing her arm over her chest instead.

a smirk is on her face as she inches closer to greta keene, moving so that their noses just barely touch.

“how are you, greta?”

the keene female moves away immediately, hazel eyes showing signs of uncomfort.

“stay away from me, freak!” she practically screeches, snapping at her friends to follow her as she runs off.

patrick stares down at y/n in admiration, but before she can see it his face goes back to being blank.

“you're a weird one, you know that, lil’ bit?” he nudges y/n, and she chuckles.

“so i've been told.”

they walk in silence for the next few seconds, before suddenly patrick decides he can't hold it in anymore.

“how come you didn't just beat her ass, huh? you've got bowers’ blood don't you? so wouldn't your first instinct be to knock her de—”

“i'm not henry.” she snaps, before taking a deep breath, “the day my mom died, she made me promise to never ever judge someone without getting to know them first. there is a reason for why everyone does what they do, you can't just hate on 'em for it.”

patrick keeps his mouth shut after that, but his thoughts are anything but quiet.

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the school day ends quicker than expected, both patrick and y/n meet up at her locker before walking out together.

it's only y/n's first week at derry high and she's already set up a reputation for herself. it isn't a good one, obviously because she's always hanging with gang, but it also isn't bad, because not once has she shown any acts of violence.

“well would you look at that, hockstetter's getting a bit cozy with my cousin, don't you think, boys?” henry shouts to belch and victor as y/n and patrick come into his sight.

“come on, leave him alone.” belch nudges the mullet wearing boy, only to get shoved back, harder.

finally, they reach the rest of the gang, y/n having a big smile on her face while patrick looks tiredly at the ground, his hand in his pocket fiddling with his zippo.

“what're you all doing for thanksgiving break?” the y/h/c haired girl asks, purposely rubbing her shoulder against patrick's.

she had only known the boy for a few days, and she couldn't help but feel something towards him. it was almost like a magnetic pull.

patrick looks up with a very faint blush, noticing henry's glaring eyes. he gently—well, he tries to be gentle—pushes the girl away from him and gets into the car.

belch and victor follow him, but henry stays behind, a hard glare set right on y/n.

he walks closer to her, gripping her arm tightly and pulling her closely so that her ear touches his lips ever so slightly.

“you and hockstetter are never gonna happen, y/n. he's not trying to be your friend, he's not trying to be your little boyfriend. he just wants to get in your pants. listen to me and stay the hell away from him.”

y/n lets out a huff of relief when he lets her go, a few tears collecting in her eyes in anger. she glares down at the growing bruises on her arm before looking back up at henry.

“fuck you!” her voice cracks as she screams at him, she ignores all the confused and sympathetic stares from students and teachers.

without another word she walks off, ignoring the violent boy's shouts for her to come back.

she knows he'll have belch follow after her anyway.

as she walks along the road she wipes away the few tears that manage to fall. that was one thing she really hated about herself: she could deal with everyone's bullshit—except henry's.

the low rumble of the car's motor sounds right behind her and she sighs, waiting for it to come to a stop.

“get in.” henry snickers, not even seeming phased by her now bloodshot eyes.

victor yet again sends her an apologetic look, only this time it's because he feels sorry for her having to have such a douchebag of a cousin.

she doesn't smile this time, only squishes herself between him and patrick, holding her backpack tightly to her chest.

right now all she wanted to do was sleep. sleeping was the only way she could escape the hell known as her life.

“you okay?” patrick mumbles, to her surprise. she opens her mouth to speak, but henry answers for her.

“she's fine, cocksucker. don't fall for all that baby shit.”

“god, can you just shut up for once, bowers?!” she stomps her foot as best as she can in the tight car, another set of tears threatening to fall.

“oh come on, sweetcakes, i'm just messing with you. you know, you've been a real bitch lately, is it because your dead parents anniversary is comin’ up?”

“that's just fucking it!’ she shouts, throwing her bag onto victor's lap and pulling out the knife that usually stayed put in her right pocket. without even hesitating, she reaches over and puts it against henry's neck.

“are you kidding me?” henry shouts, startling belch and causing him to nearly swerve off the road. he glares at the arguing relatives and stops the car with a screech.

patrick and victor stare at the girl in shock, trying not to be kicked in the face as her left foot moves wildly in the air.

“say something rude again. i dare you.” she speaks through gritted teeth.

henry chuckles, “i'm starting to think it's you who wants to get into hockstetter's pants.”

“prick!” y/n cries out, pressing the knife harder against his neck, before she can push it any further, patrick grips her by the hips and pulls her away, the knife just barely cutting the first layer of skin.

the entire situation goes so quickly, the small female is full on sobbing, the knife in her hand falling to the ground due to it shaking so badly.

they all sit in an uncomfortable silence, the sun beginning to set and the street lights starting to turn on.

the only sound is y/n's whimpers, which end up being muffled by patrick's chest after henry yells at her to shut up.

finally, belch puts the car back in ignition and they drive off.