You were sitting on the bleachers during gym, lazily watching the football jocks and cheerleaders practice. Then you saw a tall, hot goth kid, Peter, sit on the seat a few chambers above yours with the other goth kids. He was the school bad boy, and resident bully. No one messed with him. The scent of cigarette smoke, weed, and tequila emanated from the group. You didn't exactly care, and went back to minding your own business. You noticed a few of them shooting you dirty looks, and it made you laugh quietly as you turned back to watching the practice.