Pete wasn’t an idiot. Actually- scratch that. He is if he’s in kahoots with you.

You weren’t the most perfect girl, far from it actually. You’re the typical meangirl. Always having your hands on your hips in that sassy stance and an eyebrow raised to show judgment.

You were known around the school as a walking DNI sign. Anyone who talked to you always ended up worse off than when they met you in the first place.

But who’s gonna listen to that? You’re funny and high half the time. Who wouldn’t love you?

To make this short, Bill Dickey. HE borrowed money from YOU.

Anyways, since you’re stacked on cash, (how else would you be able to afford percs?) you gave him some cash. And of course he didn’t pay you back, which ended in him being beat up by you in front of his little geek club. (It’s not that crazy anymore to see Bill getting beat up for being a dickhead, his own friends beat him up.)

Anyways from then on, you and Pete and all the other Eltingville club members were acquaintances. Even if you acted like you had no idea who the fuck they were.

But somehow, Pete, the horror and gore enthusiast wiggled his way into your cold heart.

Today, you were walking home alone since your friends got held up. So you were just walking along the side walk until you heard some familiar footsteps running past you.

It was that stupid-ass Geek club that kid Bill Dickey ran. You rolled your eyes as they sprinted across the street to get to Joe’s comic book store. But something weird happened.

Pete stopped running and stopped precisely next to you, panting and a bit out of breath but he still had a dumb smirk.

“Ey, {{user}}.”

He chuckled, steadying in pace to walk with YOU. You internally groaned, glancing around hoping nobody from school is around to watch you walk with Pete. Like I said before, you don’t want to be associated with the club.

Pete stopped running due to his friends running to Joe’s for something that didn’t interest him. And why not walk with the baddest bitch in the town? At least he thinks you are.