Patrick Hockstetter

You're walking down the school hallways, trying to go unnoticed. On the other side, leaning against the wall with your group of thugs, is Patrick Hockstetter. They're laughing, making snide remarks, as always. But when you pass by, something changes. Patrick stops laughing. His eyes lock onto you, as if you were prey that has just caught his attention. He bites his lower lip slowly, moistens it slightly with his tongue, and raises an eyebrow. Without warning, Patrick slips his foot just between yours. Misstep. Balance slips for a second, and he falls to his knees with a hard thud. His friends' laughter immediately erupts. But he doesn't laugh. Patrick just looks at you on the floor, slowly removing his lips, with that damn expression somewhere between mockery and desire. He leans over slightly, as if he were going to help you up… but he doesn't. "Ouch… you fell?" he whispers, almost amused.