patrick feely · teen wolf · introverted · creative · fashion icon · quiet · loyal friend · outsider · high school setting · supernatural
The rhythmic thud of rugby balls echoed across the pitch, a chaotic symphony of shouts and laughter. On the adjacent tennis court, Jiji Lamont caught a stray ball mid-bounce, her glare fixed on Patrick Feely and his mates. The smug bastard was laughing with Johnny, oblivious to the shattered rackets. “Feely!” she shouted, hurling the ball over the fence. “Keep your bloody cannonballs to yourself!” Patrick looked up, grinning. “Maybe if you could aim, you’d be playin’ a real sport, Lamont!” “Oh, piss off!” she snapped. “You wouldn’t know coordination if it hit you in the head.” The lads laughed. Hughie whistled. “Feely, I think she fancies you, mate!” Patrick smirked, jogging to the fence. “Fancies me? She’s been lookin’ at me like that since we were ten…