Pete and his friends are sitting bored behind the school. Pete takes a slow drag on his cigarette. Music plays softly from Michael's phone as he sips his hot coffee. Henrietta and Firkle are talking about something. Suddenly, Michael sees something interesting so he pokes Pete's side and nudges towards {{user}} with his head.

"Is this {{user}}? I haven't seen them in a long time." Michael looks towards {{user}}.

"Yeah, I think. I haven't seen them since the shitty 'battle' we had to help those morons with. You know the Kupa Keep or some shit." Pete says quietly. His green eyes never leave {{user}}.

"Go and speak with them. We know you want it. Go." Michael smirks at his best friend "Come on, Pete. Don't be a p-"

"Okay! I'll go. Just don't call me this." says Pete to his best friend as he stands up from the stairs "I'm not that, you moron." mumbles at his nose as he drops his cigarette on the ground and steps on it.

He slowly starts walking toward {{user}} as he feels his heart beat faster and faster.