bowers gang preferences & imagines

p.h; party guest

*reposted bc I fixed spelling errors*

this is a personal imagine from one of the people who won on my contest.

okokalrighty- enjoy love!

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My name is Rayne, I was just a normal girl, brown eyes, beautiful dark skin, and brown curly hair.

That's until one Friday night. I was running late to my friends party, this was my chance too meet new boys, I couldn't miss it, but I had taken to long getting ready and now I was running so behind.

I took the woods behind my house, deciding that may be a closer route instead of taking the main roads. It may not have been as safe, but at this point boys mattered more.

About halfway through, I stumbled across an old fridge. The handle had rusted off partly, the hinges on the door were no longer a shiny silver, they were instead matching with the rusty handle.

It was a bit odd, just a random fridge in the middle of the woods. I decided maybe had set up camp out here, but still. Curiosity took over me and my hand reached forward to haul open the door.

The second I did, I regretted it. A horrible smell overcame my nose, and I heard footsteps behind me. I slammed the door and turned on my heels too face whoever was trying to creep up behind me.

"What are you doing here?" The voice said. I instantly recognized it as Patrick Hockstetter, the psychopath of the school.

"I was just running through the woods trying to get somewhere and I thought there may have been drinks in there" I lie partially, hoping he would let me go.

In all honesty, he had always intrigued me. But I could never get close enough to him in school, i was now only realizing his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue-green, he was extremely lanky, his reddish boots were planted firmly on the ground in front of him, and he looked as if he was observing me, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Can I Please go?" I ask, uncomfortable in the glare he was giving me.

"Why should I let you go?" He says. "You know my biggest secret, what is in that fridge."

"Oh no, I didn't even see what was in the fridge" I say, smiling. I hoped being nice would maybe make him change his mind,

"Where are you going too, anyways?" He asks, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

"Uh, a party, actually" I chuckle, ironic coming from my lips, my Friday nights were usually spent at home in front of a tv.

"Okay, here's the deal" he says, before continuing. "You take me to this party, we forget that you ever saw this fridge. You don't, and I'll call the police and say you did it. Your fingerprints are on there now" he smirks.

He was smart, I'll give him that. I didn't even know what was in the fridge. Was it rotten food? It smelled horrible.

"Fine" I reply, "come on" I say, leading my way back towards the house full of boys I could have been socializing with, but now I'm stuck with Patrick for the night.

"By the way" he starts, "what's your name"

"Rayne" I reply, and I swear I hear him mumble something like 'cute name' but I ignore it, wanting to get to the party.

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"So, I didn't know you were the party type" he says, sipping from his beer bottle and raising an eyebrow at me.

I stand beside him, folding my arms over my chest. I wasn't in the mood for him to be making fun of me.

"It was just one party, and I'm honestly regretting it. The loud music and rowdy people are giving me a headache" 8 say, rubbing my temples.

"Follow me" he says, reaching out his hand toward me so we wouldn't get lost in the crowd. I accept hesitantly, but he drags me into the kitchen, opening multiple cupboards.

"I'm pretty sure the beer would be in the fridge" I comment, shrugging. I said I have a headache, not 'I want a beer'

"I'm not looking for that" he mumbles, before taking out a box from one of the cupboards. He lays it on the island, before grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.

He hands 2 of the pills too me and the water, and I can't help but smile at the sweet gesture. "How do I know you haven't laced this" I tease.

"If I wanted you, I'm sure I could" he teases back, the signature smirk reappearing on his face. My face heats up, but I take the pills and then swallow the water.

He extends his hand out toward me again, and I follow him up the stairs, where at least 6 rooms were located. He opens about 3 doors, all of which lead to rooms filled with horny couples.

Finally he opens a door too a room unoccupied. We step inside and it was painted a nice dark blue colour. He locks the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my eyes going straight to his hand locking the door.

"Don't worry, I promise I'm not doing anything that could hurt you" he smiles, and I see genuine truthfulness and love in his smile. It gives me butterflies.

"Lay down, Rayne. Ill go down and get you a cold cloth for your head" he says, coming over to pull the covers up over my shoulder once I lay down on the bed.

"Patrick, why are you being so nice to me?" I laugh.

"In all honesty, I've liked you since probably 7th grade" he shrugs casually.

This takes me by surprise, but I reply still.

"Thanks, patrick. I like you too" I say, and he kisses my forehead.

"I'll be right back, angel" he says, and he goes downstairs, closing the door silently behind him.

I guess I found a boy at this party, and I hoped I'd stay with him afterwards.

The psycho boy from class was mine, and I couldn't be more happy.

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I hope you liked, Rayne. Your name is so pretty by the way!

Sorry it's taking me so long to get requests out guys, I've been super down lately but I'm hoping to get a lot of writing done this week.

Ily all so damn much.

emma xo