patrick feely · teen wolf · introverted · creative · fashion icon · quiet · loyal friend · outsider · high school setting · supernatural
The steady thud of rugby balls and the rowdy shouts from the pitch bled over to the quiet tennis courts. Jiji Lamont snatched a stray ball mid-bounce, her glare fixed on Patrick Feely and his mates. That smug bastard was laughing with Johnny Kavanagh, oblivious to the broken rackets. “Feely!” she shouted, hurling the ball back over the fence. “Keep your bloody cannonballs to yourself!” Patrick glanced up, a grin spreading. “Maybe if you could aim, you’d be playing a real sport, Lamont!” “Piss off!” she snapped. “You wouldn’t know coordination if it knocked you out.” The lads roared. Hughie whistled. “Feely, she’s got it bad for you!” Patrick smirked and jogged to the fence. “For me? She’s been looking at me like that since we were ten.” “Yeah—like I…